Clothing Styles Novels & Stories

From classical to urban to traditional. He was never one to remain put. It showed in the way he dressed. Some weeks he would dress solely with ties, making emphasis on formality. And on some days, he would suddenly rebel, wearing jeans and anything that made him feel comfortable. On some very bad days, you would find him in classics, suspenders and a checkered shirt.

I hope I didn't wake up in their realm! The apparel in this closet reflects my level of confusion. I'm decently dressed up in smart jeans and a classy leather jacket. The Under Armour sneakers top my expensive outfit. Dashing and descent Then why the hell are lingeries more than three-quarters of the outfits in this closet? And for the rest of the quarter, it's no different from lingerie. Just some freaking short sh*t of dresses that won't cover even my forbidden areas well. What's not happening? Scouring the drawers would be a nice idea, but a peek outside this room is a wiser idea.

"I don't have many clothes for you to try on. These are the only ones I think will suit you. The others are clothes that are my style. It won't suit you since you're someone who'll look best in a soft girl aesthetic." I tilted my head as she talked. I don't understand much about style. I always thought of clothes as something worn to cover your nakedness and keep you warm. I never really looked at it as an accessory until I came to this pack. Meeting new people really changes your whole perspective on life.

“And?” “And.” He paused again. “And – well… these clothes were left behind by women that stayed here with the guys, and so the clothes are… uhhh…well. Let’s just say that the ladies did not go for comfort, or covering up. We’re talking about skirts that look like postage stamps with belts. Jeans that I think would cut off your circulation. Tops that reveal way more than they conceal.” “Oh. Right.” She forced a grin. “So – definitely not my style.”

I make my way to my bedroom and go into the closet. It's far too big for me, but many others wouldn't agree. I stopped fighting the stylist long ago. Normally I wear what I'm told to. It's chosen from a list of approved clothes and laid out for me like I'm a child. I could wear something new every day for a year and still not wear everything in here. And it's sad because none of it is my style. It's all so clean cut and professional, but I was raised on a ranch in Tennessee. I'm more comfortable in cut-off shorts and dirty boots, but that's not in the dress code. Right now I'm worked up, so I'm going to wear whatever I want. Or at least something that resembles what I'd like to wear. It take

He shook his head and said, "Fine. Let's get something for you to wear first. If you are going to be tagging along, you should at least dress like a proper woman." Her eyes widened as she looked down on her dress. She shot him a glare before asking, "What's wrong with my dress?" "You look like a woman in Victorian times! Long-sleeve dress. Who, where's them nowadays?!" He remarked. "I do!" She retorted with her voice raised. "And that's exactly why Chris never looked your way," he said before taking a turn on the next crossing. They eventually found themselves in a private boutique, selling signature clothes for both men and women. It was a members-only shop and where Cole often buys clothes

After Charlie came to the commercial area, he bought high-end custom-made clothing for Autumn in the Chanel store. The style for a high-end fashion brand like Chanel was slightly luxurious, and their clothing style was a little more glamorous and sexy. So, Charlie casually chose an off-white dress.

“I hope so.” She seemed to remember she was supposed to be selling him something. “These shirts are pretty basic. The ones with the custom embroidery are over there. Are those more your style?” “Actually, I’m wanting something simple. And without sounding boring, I’m looking for white or black.” “Classic choices.” She eyed the breadth of his shoulders. The length of his arms and torso. Then pulled out four shirts. Two white, two black. “These are the same brand but the fabric weight is different. Try them on. The dressing rooms are back by the boots.”

Stepping inside, she felt a wave of nostalgia. They wandered through the relatively small store, exploring the assortment of clothes. The activity felt refreshing, providing a pleasant distraction. Situated in a French village, the shop predominantly carried French-inspired attire, adhering to a vintage theme featuring styles from before the 2000s. “Lady Chateau, try this on,” Sophie said, interrupting her companion’s quiet admiration of another section. Sophie held up a 90s-style yellow dress, adorned with understated floral patterns. “Bright colors suit you,” she complimented with a smile.

She looked at Amelia again and bobbed. “I’ll help you get him. You don’t have to worry about my son. I know what he likes. Let’s go now. We have a long way to go.” They both headed into the store and started off with selecting clothes Helen believed to be sexy. They selected almost all kinds of dresses. Newly stocked, casual but hot, mini, plain, sleeveless, flared, cold shoulders, and many more. They also didn’t forget some classy shirts and fancy, tight jeans. Helen believed Amelia would look hot in them too.