Characters Apparel Novels & Stories

Her wristband was thinner, more delicate, but the fangs were sharper, more artistic. **Ravenna’s** look was leather pants and a charcoal gray cropped jacket over a crimson bustier—raw, powerful, ready to fight or dance. Silver fang studs on the collar, deep violet stitching on the cuffs. Her wristband was thickest—rough leather, bold fangs. **Seraphina’s** was sleek charcoal gray trousers with a black silk blouse—tailored, elegant, silver buttons shaped like tiny fangs, deep violet lining inside the cuffs. Her wristband was the most refined—polished leather, subtle fang pattern.

After I got my lab coat, which Rowen took to carry for me, we went off to the scrubs. I was very overwhelmed by what I found. Danielle hadn’t been kidding when she said they had a huge selection. There were tons of solids, prints, and even some with cartoon characters on them. I went to the solids first, and picked out a few basic pairs. Two sets of purple, blue, and green. At some point Rowen wandered off, and came back with a pair that was dark blue with little wolves all over it. I quickly added them to my stack. Colby, and Braxton had the most fun though. They went to the cartoon character section. There they found Bugs Bunny, Minnie Mouse, and even Smurfette. They insisted I needed all

I wrap the damp fabric around my bare body, walking back into the bedroom. Charlotte left a change of clothes with soft pink lace lingerie, which still had the price tags on top of the bed while I was in the shower. I slip into the clothes and look up to the dresser's mirror. I look so stylish, and there is no way I could have done this on my own. I made a mental note to thank Charlotte later on. The white sleeveless button-up blouse with the navy crop dress pants and the black pointed-toe t-strap shoes is a killer. It makes me look elegant chic.

Although both companies sell clothing, Wynnfor Apparel is clearly larger and more diverse because it also sells fabric to brands all over the globe. On the other hand, Davis Elegance is dedicated solely to clothing. There are malls, especially in Malaysia and Vietnam, that display apparel with our signature brand, and people are adoring them. What I meant to say, we also have an international audience but I guessed not yet as wide as that of Wynnfor's. For the interview, I chose to wear a black pencil skirt and a white undershirt underneath my black blazer. Indeed simple but I hoped I could ace it with my confidence and my determination to get the job.

“She wants overalls.” Kieran shrugged. “We can get a variety.” I didn’t argue with that, although as the shopkeeper led us deeper into the store, the cart grew fuller and fuller with things I knew Nora wouldn’t care for. Some of the pieces, like a tartan blazer with elbow patches, I knew she would never wear. We passed right by the athletic wear like it wasn’t even there. I gave Kieran another few minutes to come to his senses, but no luck. The shopkeeper had started steering him toward a display of coordinated sets—matching tops and bottoms in pastel colours with little embroidered fruit on them. A strawberry. A lemon slice. A pear.

He had discarded his suit jacket, rolling the sleeves of his white dress shirt up to his forearms with a precise, clean fold, but he still looked entirely out of place amidst her chipped floral wallpaper and mismatched furniture. "They aren't 'low-tier garments,' Mr. Sterling," Zariel said, her voice dripping with sharp, defensive sarcasm as she clutched a faded, comfortable knit blanket to her chest. "They are my clothes. Some of us don't have a wardrobe consisting entirely of charcoal grey and existential dread."

I made a mental note to go through the startup process later, eager to customize it with my favorite apps and settings. Next, I hung up the four new outfits I had selected during the day, specifically designed for both comfort and combat training at Alpha University. Each outfit was crafted to allow for maximum mobility while still looking stylish: a pair of lightweight joggers made from breathable fabric, a fitted athletic tank top that provided ease of movement, a long-sleeved performance shirt for cooler days, and a versatile zip-up hoodie that could transition effortlessly from training sessions to casual outings. I also carefully placed my new, sturdy combat boots beside them, eager to

“But it doesn’t mean we should put red everywhere, but I agree with the silhouettes. It doesn’t look haute couture enough.” At least she still had some sense in her. I turned the page to the next design. It was just another plain, black square neck retro dress. It looked decent, except for the white ribbing and laces at the sides of its skirt. I turned the next pages, and it just got worse. What the hell are these? “We’re not making a fucking cosplay apparel here for Halloween. Can l ask you something?” I closed the portfolio. “Yes, Mr. Stark?” “What did you tell the designers?”

"Sir, these are models bringing designer clothes from designer Morel's Apparel." Acelon glanced at the models, and seemed to narrow his eyes when he saw a woman who seemed to be Morel's Apparel designer, walking in the back row with her elegant models. But when he studied the woman's face, he was a little disappointed because it turned out that the Morels Apparel designer who came this afternoon was not the woman he was looking for. The clothing brand name which is similar to Edna's last name makes Acelon think that Morel's Apparel is Edna's fashion house. "I want to smoke, you stay here."

There were quite a few dresses in the wardrobe that Charlotte usually felt embarrassed to touch, after all, each one of them looked expensive. Charlotte had chosen a white, waist-cinching midi dress with three-quarter sleeves. The dress was a new summer release from Brand A, featuring a faux belt design around the waist. The belt was adorned with floating camellia embroidery, making her waist look even smaller and more delicate.