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"I don't want clothing that are that are made for my exact size if that's what you mean.Clothing from Kris Wears is fine. " Clothing from a Chain store?Is that what she wore?maybe that's why her breasts pushed against her button ups easily"You cannot be seen with me with a clothing from Kris Wears and if you get your custom measurement maybe your breasts won't be trying to escape your top like they are now."They are a bit larger for your size"I informed her wisely. Her mouth dropped,her face became red while her cheeks turned pink.she opened and close her mouth for a moment as if she was at a loss for words"Get out"she finally said.

Thea I look at my reflection in the full-length mirror on the closet door as I smooth out the material of my favorite black t-shirt dress. Gamma Niko did a decent job with packing the clothing I loved best, all the basics, and a few of my favorite books, but I’ll have to ask about a job. I need more clothes and money.

The moment I said that, Steve's face darkened. "Cassidy, who the heck do you think you are to comment on my business?" Before I could respond, Rachel suddenly gasped, pointing at my clothes. "Steve, look—her outfit… it looks like it's from the Becker family." She wasn't wrong. The Becker family's clothes were always custom-tailored, each hem stitched with a discreet little "Becker." At her words, Steve's expression grew uglier. His gaze swept over me, sharp and mocking.

He deserved every ounce of what he’d earned and I every deserved every second of humiliation he wished to subject me to. At home I stood in front of my wardrobe, scowling, flinging dress after flimsy dress to the floor in disgust. Kobe bought all my clothes. They were either too revealing, and not in a classy way, or several sizes too small hand me downs from his mate’s ex-girlfriend. But Kobe, Kobe had a closest full of high thread count designer shirts. I picked out the biggest, crispest white shirt I could find and teamed it with some black yoga pants I bought for work a few months ago when my pants split mid-shift.

Hopefully enough to convince him to stick around after the bowling. I settle on a royal blue turtleneck with a cutout across the bust—subtle, but absolutely showing off the goods. I pair it with high-waisted faux leather pants and matching chunky-heeled ankle boots. I go light on the makeup except for a bold red lip, and I pile my long red hair into a messy bun that looks effortless but actually takes twenty minutes. You know. Classic. I send a selfie to Chris, Fati, and JoJo for final approval.

Letting his shirt go, I guided the cart away from him into the women’s section of clothing. Luckily, I nabbed a couple jeans in my size and threw in a few of their generic cotton shirts. There were some movie or internet related ones but nothing jumped out at me enough to swap out for the plain colors. Underwear, socks, and a couple bras were next. I was flat as a board but it felt good to have something more than just your nipples bushing up against a shirt. Plus, the black lace bralette was actually cute. Crossing the path to the shoe section, they had some off brand Chucks in my size that I threw in. I also grabbed a pair of slippers and a belt. They had purses but I snagged a backpack th

I said and picked up the dress “Not only beautiful but your wolf is so strong and powerful. I read about it and the books say your wolf is over a thousand years old” Julia said with fascination. I hummed and nodded. “I’m glad you find me interesting,” I said. I saw a pair of male trousers that immediately caught my eye. “I didn’t know you sell male clothing too” I commented as I walked over to the trousers. “Oh, that is an added section to the boutique. We want to experiment with some options,” Julia expressed, and I nodded in understanding.

did. For the first time in their lives, she was able to take them to the nice clothing places to buy their school clothes. They went to Abercrombie and Fitch, Aeropostale, Nike, American Eagle, Gap, Hollister, Old Navy and Pac Sun. The children had so much fun, getting all their favorite looks. They ate lunch at the mall, and then went to Target for notebooks, backpacks and all the rest.

Coward. Faced with the prospect of my first day as Alpha Alexander's personal maid, I stood before the closet, contemplating the array of clothes hanging within. Uncertainty lingered as I sifted through the options, seeking the perfect balance. A long-sleeved T-shirt, adorned in subtle patterns that mirrored the sophistication of the Alpha's mansion, emerged as the ideal choice. The soft fabric promised both ease of movement and a touch of casual elegance, suitable for following the bastard's orders. As I slipped into the snug embrace of skinny jeans and pulled the T-shirt over, a sense of readiness and determination settled within me.

I hiss and push it off the ledge. He takes off the shirt he has on in one fluid gyre and tosses it at my head. It smells Tobi-ish, and that is far more than i can handle. I splutter and cough at the fume and fling it off my face. It lands on the white chair at the end of our room, adding itself to the overflowing heap of dirty clothes. To be precise; Tobi's dirty clothes. I joke sometimes that our room looks like a container of Okrika clothes, those imported second-hand clothes sold for cheap prices at oil-mill market. For the record, that is a poor comparison, because at least Ok clothes don't smell like unwashed armpit–rather, they have a sharp nose-pricking chemical scent that's actually