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The man or woman who was with her will take home a true gem. “Thank you, Kate. I don’t know what I would do without you.” I told her, honestly. She smiled back at me, nodded and left the room. Today’s outfit would be a dress with a classic silhouette with a boat neck, which fitted at the waist and flared out again into a full skirt up to the middle of the calf, in navy blue, Dior. I will wear Cartier earrings and cream-colored stilettos with arched heels, also from Dior, and have a navy-blue satin clutch on hand.

Chloe said resting against the car "yeah, girl come on let's get in" peace said "come on Chloe, let's go "Beloveth said picking up her purse "You know what I need to change my heels, they're too high. Gotta get something light for my foot, you two should carry on " Chloe said "Okay, but make sure you make it snappy "Beloveth said and walked in with peace.. Chloe unlocked her car and got into a flat designer (Dior) scandal ..she popped her head out and closed the door. Due to how tight some vehicle's were packed she just had to make use of her side body to pass. Not until she bummed on someone.

Very rude. Pushing the door shut with my back, I pulled out what was in the bag, checking it out. It was a dress. A Dior Marinière Short Dress Wait…a collection from Dior women’s ready-to-wear? My hand flew over my mouth in disbelief. He got this for me. It was a made-to-order dress.

CHELLEY MORETTI The mirror reflected a woman who looked like she belonged in Cassian Moretti’s world, though I still wasn’t sure I ever would. Rita fastened the final clasp of the Dior diamond choker around my neck, the cool weight of it pressing against my skin like a reminder of chains disguised as jewels. My gown was a custom-made Elie Saab couture, a cascade of ivory silk tulle embroidered with crystals that shimmered faintly with every breath I took.

She pulled it out, sneezed once as dust motes tickled her nostrils, and lowered the book on the coffee table. The title was written in cursive gold letters, 'The Art Of The Body'. Clearly out of curiosity, she opened to the middle of the book, and her eyes nearly popped out in pure mortification. The book contained explicit diagrams of men and women in different, erotic, sexual poses.

Especially now that fragments of the real Isabella's life are coming out to the surface. I walked out of the bathroom, back into my bedroom to apply some scented lotion on my body, just before slipping on the two piece black on black lingerie set I had placed out on my bed earlier. My eyes darted to my wardrobe, where a paired set of perfectly steamed velvet red Dior blazer and matching pants were carefully hung up, as I walked over to put them on, now admiring my reflection in the full length mirror before me. My hair was styled elegantly, with it's bouncy volume framing my face layered with light make up, as I slipped my feet's into my Bottega branded heels and picked up my Loui Vuitton ba

There was so much love, so much genuineness, so much that I didn't deserve. "I love you Aiden” I say. Placing my hand over his, he looked up at me, then placing his other hand over mine “And I love you more El?" Then all of a sudden he looked past me, like someone was there. And he rose up. Still holding onto my hand. "And here it is" he took something from “The next Dior clothing….” He brought to me the tabloid where the style was pictured and it was magnificent, the patterns around the fabric were unique and it had this aura of luxury emitting from it.

She opened her walk-in closet and began rummaging as if nothing happened. I wandered closer to the nightstand, “You know they expire, right? Or maybe you just… don’t use them long enough.” My tone was honeyed, the smile sweet. “That explains a lot.” Chloe pulled out a bikini and turned. “Here. Hope you’re comfortable with minimal coverage.” Her tone suggested she wasn’t. From her oversized Dior tote, she pulled out something so tiny it could have been mistaken for a brightly colored ribbon. I took one look and arched an unimpressed brow.

Many people always gathered there. Katia stopped at a stall where they were selling books of an erotic theme and skimmed through some titles. There were some books she already had, but others she didn't. Some of these books, she never thought she'd see in print. She picked up a book titled "Diary of a Submissive" by Sophie Morgan. She read the synopsis, raised an eyebrow, but ended up buying it. She didn't know why she bought it, but she had already paid for it.