Cut Sleeves Meaning Novels & Stories

she smiles. "Yes! I would love to wear the life out of this dress!" I twirl one more time, the black skirt of the dress inflates as I spin. The sleeves are puffy, made with a soft net material, that's translucent. God, I love the sleeves. The designer had a black turtleneck shirt sewed in under the dress so my neck and arms aren't visible, however, the turtleneck shirt is a tad bit lighter than the rest of the dress to not take away from the dress' gorgeous design.

she smiled. Ben's POV "So there are two uniforms?" Asher asked, holding his index and middle fingers up to make a 'two'. "Yup, spring/summer uniforms and fall/winter uniforms." I nodded. "What's the difference?" I held up his white shirt with the sleeves reaching the elbow,"Summer uniforms are short sleeves, as you can see." I dropped that and held an identical shirt but the sleeves reached my wrist, "These are the winter ones." *knock knock* "Come in." I yelled.

“Nonsense.” And then the world decides to slow down just to torment me, because suddenly I'm witnessing the hottest sight, I've ever laid eyes on. Tobias slowly unbuttons his cuffs and methodically rolls his sleeves up his strong, perfectly toned forearms. Goddess, I've seen him in t-shirts plenty of times—I've even admired his arms before—but why is this particular action of rolling his sleeves so damn attractive? My stomach flips violently. Fuck me are all men's arms this ridiculously hot in dress shirts?

The elderly man with white hair said to the camera, “The gown I’m auctioning today is a design that I’ve worked hard for all my life. I named it, Phoenix." With that, two of his assistants brought a gown to the camera, and it was a bright red gown with a tight and open-shoulder cutting. A detail worth noticing was that the top part of the sleeves was tight that could make a person’s arms look slim, and from the wrist onward, the cut opened up three meters long.

He probably thought that nine hundred dollars was a fortune to me, that I would be grateful. … Some faint rustling behind me told me that Ryan was standing there. I did not even have to turn around. I could feel the warmth of his freshly showered skin radiating against my back. I locked my phone screen, only to catch his reflection on the dark surface. He was bare-chested. He reached out and casually adjusted the collar of my shirt with an almost deliberate patience. “Soph, there’s something I want to tell you.” He only ever called me by my nickname when he was trying to coax me.

We talked about tea for a while before I took out Hola’s design draft and handed it to Christine. Christine glanced over and said, “It’s not your design.” I nodded. “However, this design is not bad. Although it is only a common windbreaker. It is more ingenious and concise. Especially this pair of sleeves. The red plum on the sleeve is very charming. The sleeves are the lantern sleeves. They can keep hands warm in winter, and they are very practical.” Christine’s evaluation of the design was also very high. “I am truly honored to see such a compliment from you.” I said.

JULIAN The silk of the unusually heavy ceremonial tunic feels like a funeral shroud. My attendants move around me with practiced, silent efficiency, smoothing the silver-threaded fabric over my shoulders,fingers moving across clasps and fastenings with the focused reverence of people who believe they are dressing a groom for the most sacred night of the pack's ceremonial calendar. One adjusts the collar against my throat. Another smooths the long sleeves down my forearms

Just defiance wrapped in tailored wool. Elias leaned against the low railing nearby, his fingers twitching with residual magic. Violet Everley runes were gone from his sleeves, replaced with understated copper etchings that pulsed under the surface of his coat. He’d rethreaded his sleeves by hand, typical, and the faint scent of singed paper clung to him like a ward still cooling down. They looked like a unit. Like something built in fire and bound by shared loss. “Glad to see the tailor survived the winter,” I said as I stepped closer.

The Otgoreum(cloth string) that hangs vertically across the skirt is a rhetorical chunk that adds a precious look to the dress. The sleeves were designed so delicately, it immediately gave out this impression that weeks are being spent to embellish each sleeve. The maroon precisely formulated neckline's rim attached to the yellowish white-collar reconciled the neck curve beautifully. Jin-Ae's jaw dropped in surprise when she figured out the whole outfit as a smile started pestering on her face that was now trekking ear to ear. Jin-Ae being a fashion designer loved and valued such dresses as she knows the struggle and heart behind them.