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His smile took over the humming. Someone knocked on the door, I turned behind, “Please, come in,” I stood up and opened the door for Miss. Beckett; I assumed. And there she was, standing with clothes in her hands, I wanted to reject her but watching Kevin reacting that way made me break my rule, I never wore someone’s clothes and today, I had to. I collected the clothes, It was a black plain shirt, matching ripped jeans, a pair of ankle boots and a leather jacket and what shocked me the most was undergarments. All black. Phew. Was I going to attend a funeral?

, Tobi provoked. Anjali giggled and said, " I love to read books and about garments, I'm OK with it ". " You ought to need to attempt dresses like you wear today, I mean you have an ideal figure and to be straightforward your facial elements are great. You seem to be an Indian diva ". Tobi recommended.

Leroux. Another section contained beautiful women t-shirts, turtlenecks, tube tops, gypsies, cossacks, pepulums, polos, v-necks, tanktops, bodysuits... Nothing looked out of place and Lexa wanted to wear them all. In another section, her dream section, elegant trousers, skinny, boot cut, flare, stirrup, palazzos, skorts, hot pants... Lexa couldn't mention them all. There were skirts, sporting outfits, shoes, make up kits...

I faked a teeth smile. He seemed to get the message and walked off, obeying my order and stood straight up in his previous position. I palmed my forehead before rubbing on it with my thumb, index finger and the middle finger. I may have said No when Bob asked if there was a problem, but there was indeed a problem. The store he went to sold clothes mainly for model (slim) body sized ladies, and I don't mean to be rude... But Alexa had more flesh than most girls her age.

I ask when she introduces herself as she tugs the cloth covering the first rack off. I forget her name as soon as she says it when I get a look at what's on those racks. Clothes. Not just any clothes. Two racks full of designer clothes. Casual and formal wear, dresses and jeans and tops and boxes and boxes of shoes. "I think he got your size right. A four?" "What?" I ask. "Mr. Adams ordered the clothes. He said if you don't like something, you're to send it back." What did he do?

“Sparkles are a must, I see.” “Always,” she agreed solemnly. We ended up with a small pile of clothes for her—two dresses, several tops, a few pairs of pants, and some hair accessories. After paying for Thea’s things, we moved on to a women’s boutique for me. I wasn’t particularly excited about shopping for myself. All I really wanted were the basics—a few comfortable outfits for everyday wear, nothing special. But Thea had other ideas. “Try this one, Mommy,” she insisted, pulling a light pink sundress from a nearby rack. The fabric was soft and flowy, with delicate straps and a fitted bodice that flared out into a swishy skirt.

I’m sure it’s nothing, but it could be something. My outfit was a cream cropped knit cardigan with a strapless blush pink top on the inside. It had that pretty sweetheart shape. And much like the cardigan with tied pink ribbons on the arms, there’s a slightly bigger ribbon at the center down my bust. Instead of shorts or skirts, I chose a light-wash flared pair of jeans, and some pink sneakers I had in my closet. I shoved my books into a bag, along with my devices, and braided my hair down into one big braid.

“Can you?” “Of course,” he said warmly, taking my hand again. We entered a souvenir shop filled with colorful items — cute keychains shaped like tteokbokki, miniature hanbok dresses, and quirky characters I couldn’t read but found absolutely adorable. “This one’s cute,” I said, holding up a cat-shaped keychain. After picking out gifts for everyone back home, we moved to the clothing section. We browsed through winter scarves, gloves, and coats. I picked a few pieces for Mama, while Denver chose some for my brother.

He hissed at my remark. We entered the book store and took the set that I pointed him to. He told me to get more things that I'll need in school such as books and papers so I won't stress myself too much once I need it. He added more materials that he said would be more helpful to me. He paid for all of my stuff, well nothing's new since he always does that but it doesn't end there. We went inside another store. Burberry. Klenz bought himself new clothes and he also told me to buy choose mine. I followed what he said and at least took five dresses. I was about to walk towards Klenz when a set of lingerie took my attention.

she murmured, her voice dry and papery. *My Queen?* what the hell?. I didn’t argue. I followed her into a room bigger than my entire old apartment. There were racks and racks of clothes that filled the space, silk gowns, leather pieces that looked like armor and jewelry that probably cost more than I’d make in ten lifetimes. My mind was racing while I browsed, I needed something that didn’t scream “helpless damsel.” I grabbed a simple black shift dress and a pair of sturdy boots that actually looked like I could run in them.