Characters Apparel Novels & Stories

I just shook my head at him, not wanting to explain myself, and began browsing through the dresses on the rack behind me. As I was browsing through the rack, a dress hidden away in the back corner of the shop on a rack a few rows behind the one I was browsing through caught my eye. It was a gorgeous ruby red with silver, crystal bejeweled straps that I could see and I immediately made a beeline for it, hoping it was my size, or atleast close enough my size to be altered to fit me. My research on Charles' pack had told me that their crests colors were red, black and silver, so it would be the perfect dress to wear to his school's formal. I pulled it off the rack to get a better look at it, on

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Marcelo’s tall stature and impressive physique meant he could make even the simplest attire look elegant. His wardrobe for formal events typically consisted of high-end, subtly stylish business wear, following a consistent theme. I focused on the finer details. I selected a silver-gray Armani suit, pairing it with a dark-printed, light-blue shirt and a dark-blue twill tie. The tie clip matched the suit's color, adding a refined touch. ********************* *MARCELO* From the doorway,I observed Renee choosing cufflinks. Her long, curled eyelashes cast a delicate charm as she concentrated on her task.

There's a sudden invasion of sanity from the simple contact of our skin, as if another dimension would unexpectedly open up. It's like, all of a sudden, a zillion volts of electricity would flow through my entire body. As much as possible, I don't want to feel or experience that anymore. Cara took me around the whole place, but I still don't know what's going on. In the last room we went to, I was very dumbfounded. All kinds of clothes are displayed, from business attire and formal and casual wear to lingerie and even sportswear. Name it. "Do you like it?" Enthusiastically, she asked while my eyes were preoccupied for a moment, scrutinizing everything.

"Actually, I…" Ollie hesitantly attempted to explain. "Miles, where did you get those clothes you are wearing?" Catelyn asked abruptly, interjecting him. Ollie's eyes widened, and he felt his heart drop to his stomach when he realized she was suspecting the clothes he was wearing. Catelyn circled to the boy's back and flipped his collar outward, only to find the Banpoint label. It was a french children-wear luxury brand that emphasized on both modesty and glamor.

He opened it up and began to peruse his clothing options. After a few moments, Alarick selected a pair of black pants made of a lightweight, breathable fabric. He paired them with a white linen shirt that had a subtle pattern of thin, black stripes. The shirt was crisp and clean, and Alarick made sure to tuck it neatly into his pants.

She presses the button and steps back. "The first section is your night clothes, the next is your casual house wear, the next is your casual outing wear, and last but not least are your special occasion outfits. The shelving in the back has all of your undergarments. That door over there is for your shoes and accessories. Terrax spared no expense. He didn't know your preferred style, so he purchased half the shop when he went shopping for you. Everything should fit. He occurred your sizes from Jali of Kea," Duya says, and I stare at the clothes in shock for a second before blushing again.

"He must love his stupidity." Caraline quickly grabbed her bag, replacing her pajamas with a red dress. She kept her makeup simple but still managed to enhance her charm. Her feet were clad in silver high-heeled shoes. Her thoughts focused on Deric made her miss the style and quality of the makeup and outfit he had given her. As the CEO of a cosmetics and fashion company, Caraline knows the intricacies of the quality of the products on the market. She will be very picky about the clothes and makeup that will touch her fair skin.

Seraphina sat down on a couch in the fashion house, watching the movements of everyone of the workers that were currently in the room. Just a little above fifteen that were in the room at that point in time. “No,” she rose to her feet, approaching one of the ladies that had an armband on her left arm. “Not that way!” She hissed, taking the female jean from the lady, before placing it below a black polo that had the logo of a female cheetah head at the side, and the lady stood at her side, clasping both hands behind her back.