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When they were done with my hair, Carl stretched a black dress to me, "Here, you have to look dangerous to the party, not like a little Barbie. Jacqueline is going all black too." I took the dress without a word and when he turned away, I slipped my body into it, and one of the women helped me to zip it up my body. I was also given a pair of black heels to put on, which I did. A clutch was given to me, and I secretly sneaked Ophelia's herb into the clutch and a lip gloss. I was ready and was given the chance to stare at the mirror for the last time, and when I saw myself staring at me, I marvelled.

Jade took her place on Anthony’s arm as his parents stopped to chat with one of their friends. His gaze zeroed in on Jade. She was dressed in a stunning white fitted dress with black edging on the sides and a matching overcoat. Her hair was left loose and on her head was a white hat slanted over one side of her face. She paused and said something to Anthony. He clinked his glass to hers, and they both sipped their champagne.

"Let's keep going. If we don't finish shopping by nightfall, we're not going home!" Seeing him so indignant, Yaslyn felt amused. She simply turned and continued walking. Upon reaching a clothing store, her eyes were immediately drawn to a dress on display. It was a black knee-length dress accentuated by a cinched waist, its hemline adorned with small diamonds. The intricate folds resembled flowers, while the hollowed-out design on the cuffs and collar added a touch of allure.

“Hello, Jessica. Are you ready? I’m on my way.” He was picking up his girlfriend for the upcoming ESPN awards night. First, he stopped by her stylist’s shop. When he arrived, he was awestruck. She looked stunning in a red tube gown adorned with sparkling stones. The dress complemented her fair, smooth skin perfectly. Her long hair was swept up, highlighting her beautiful face, and her full, red lips perfectly matched the elegance of her gown. Her shoulders were exposed, accentuated by a delicate necklace dotted with tiny diamonds, completing a look that was simply breathtaking.

Everyone was in black as expected all except Jackie, who was in a white turtleneck top and white bell -bottoms. "Dad wouldn't have liked to see us looking dreary," was her defense when she rejected the black dress her mom had picked out for her. She was out of the Gothic phase and was into the whole tomboy look now, although she had turned vain and let her blonde-white hair grow wild till it was past her waist. She liked her hair now but only wore it in braids or French knots due to its unusual length.

Kelly laughed when he tried to take credit for preparing the meal himself, knowing full well that Jack had never lifted a cooking utensil in his life. On Friday, she and Mabry took the train into the city and found a cocktail dress for the party Jack and Kelly were hosting. The designer’s name meant nothing to Kelly but Aunt Mabry was impressed by it and Kelly liked the dress. It was silky black with an a-line skirt that flared around her thighs. Swarovski crystals sprinkled like raindrops from the waist to the hem and the spaghetti straps were also dotted with tiny, sparkling crystals. The saleswoman was right; it did show off Kelly’s hourglass figure and generous curves and Kelly ended up

Jack studies each necklace with quiet concentration before choosing one framed with diamonds delicate and stunning. “She’ll love it,” I tell him and I mean it. As we finish, Misha turns to me with a little smile. “I have a dress for you.” “For… me?” I blink. “You’re Celine, right? Mr. Hawthorne asked me to pull a few options for you. Pink, he said.” My heart stutters. Pink. Of course he remembered. I glance at Jack he’s completely lost in his game, oblivious. We head into Gucci, where they take us into a private fitting room. A row of pink dresses waits for me, each one prettier than the last. They ask Jack if he wants anything, he asks for ice cream, so they bring it to him while I try on

Her eyes were blue, and her lips were big and a little broad. She was back in good form, having lost most of her pregnancy weight in just three months. Jackie stood about 5'8 ′′ tall, and the outfit she was wearing just enhanced her appearance. It's not like she needs it. Given that it was the middle of summer, it was only natural that she was wearing a black spaghetti strap top, which she had re-tied but without a bra. She was then dressed in light-colored jean shorts that probably came to about mid-thigh,

Chapter 15: Nicky "Do you think I look good or are you lying to me because I'm your friend?" Nicky looked like a model who had just gotten out of Victoria's Secret runway. Her long legs, thin body, and completely symmetric face were the perfect combination. And not to mention her charming French accent, she was truly a delight. She was trying a cute little dress and cared about Gigi's opinion. Even though Gigi hadn't been studying Fashion for that long, in her friends' fantasy she was already better than Donatella Versace herself.

"I need to contact someone." She nodded and proceeded to the guest room. Sara Owen opened the closet door and examined the neatly organized clothing. They were all lovely, and the majority of them were never utilized. She opted for a black sequin cocktail mini-length dress. No backless, no shoulderless, or thigh cuts. It featured long umbrella sleeves and a deep v-neckline. She put on minimal makeup and went out. She looked around and realized her husband would have probably battling with his tie collection. She entered the master suite.