Decora Fashion Novels & Stories

affirmed a third, clearly competing for space with Ann. Kath, Harmony, and Kitty were served the sparkling beverage considered the liquid symbol of glamour, seated in comfortable armchairs in the middle of the store, and they watched a parade of pieces pass in front of their eyes on hangers, through the hands of Dora, Ann, Mary Kelly, and even the manager, who saw in the three women dressed in designer clothing and accessories the opportunity to meet the month's sales goal in advance. "This one is Oscar de La Renta," Ann showed a light blue short dress.

The Dress Hunt began on the most fashionable shopping street in Shanghai. It had every major international fashion house represented. After going from shop to shop. Debbie found the perfect gown. It was a Versace design that was strapless. This would show off the jewels to their best advantage. The color was deep royal purple. A very rich shade that reflected the regal nature of the woman who wore it. Debbie was in love with it at first sight. Betty found a gown of red satin that fit her like a glove. She was a tall woman with a great shape. So the gown would be a hit.

Of course no, I will come down" I said smiling. I got down from the car and look ahead of me and I could see wedding dress, I look back at him and look at the big shop in front of me, I could see they were expensive wedding dresses. "Oh my God, they are beautiful" I said , I haven't even look up to where I was standing. I look up if there were other wedding dresses and I was shocked at where we were standing, he just made my dream come true. I read the name on the building. " House of Deola" meaning I am standing in front of Deola's Segoe's fashion's company, one of the Nigeri'a and top ten designer in the country. I turn back at him because we never discussed about it but how he knew i had

From the reaction of the whole crowd, it was clear whose design was winning this game. However, not all standing were standing only because of the beauty of the dress, some were on their feet because of the model representing the renouned Fashion brand. Adele, Arsenio, Carlo, Lana and Lu Cheng were up and on their feet's because, parading up and down the stage in all her majesty and beauty was not Sheila, the model who's been representing DeLa's Fashion House. Decked in the complete design of the exquisite handmade couture, was none other than,

I’ll try to leave this bad experience behind and focus on my future with Atticus. My ceremony dress is inspired by the famous Art Deco fashion designer Madeleine Vionnet. Is golden with shiny bead threads that accentuate my best features, it pop ups my cleavage and hugs my hips. I look spectacular. The fabric has a satin linen and when I move, it makes a ruffle sound as it drapes down my hips ending in a little tail that pools around my feet. “You look gorgeous, my Luna.” One of the Omegas says. “You look like royalty.” Said another.

Concetta mocks, rolling her eyes. I'm wearing a crystal-kissed sparkle, a cinched corset waist, and a high-low chiffon skirt from one of the high-fashion houses. "Obsessed with embellished dresses," Concetta beams. She's passionate about fashion and shoes. I'm wearing laced-up heels she picked out herself, and bloody expensive earrings, and my hair tumbles down in elegant waves. "Why does everyone wear a mask but me?" I ask, grumpy. What's the point if I won't see anyone?

It was a studio. A whole actual fashion studio. Tall windows. Industrial lights. Spacious polished floors. And the moment I stepped inside…. “Oh my God…” He had decorated it to perfection. A soft cream and charcoal theme. Three mannequins. A long wooden cutting table. Shelves organized by fabric type. A corner filled with sketches pinned like an art wall. A rolling rack of fabrics he’d bought. He stood beside me, hands in his pockets, voice gentle. “Do you like it?”

And somehow safer than actually speaking to each other. The night of the gala arrived with the inevitability of a storm you've been watching approach for days. Claire had sent over a gown—blood red silk that clung to every curve before flowing into a dramatic train. It was beautiful. Armor disguised as elegance. I dressed mechanically, each movement practiced and empty. Foundation to hide the shadows under my eyes. Mascara to make me look alive. Lipstick the exact shade of the dress, like I was painting on courage. The woman in the mirror looked flawless, untouchable. Nothing like the girl who'd cried herself to sleep three nights running over a man who wasn't even really hers.

, she said in awe and I was confused. "Lara Deven-who?" I was even more confused at this point. "Lara Devenson, she's one of the biggest fashion designers in Hollywood right now. This particular dress was in her summer collection that was released 2 weeks ago. You can only get access to these clothes if you have bastard money and you, my friend,are wearing this on a date tonight", she shrieked with happiness and I felt bad.

Debbie said. “Why are you dressed like you are the one going for the job” Zara chuckled looking at Debbie's outfit, she's putting on a straight black sleeveless gown accentuating every corner of her body and tieing her hair in a messy bun. Debbie rolls her eyes “whatever, Kate am leaving now see you later” she said and they left the house. Took a cab and stopped right in front of the gate and they saw a bold sign with the writings AJ STYLES CLOTHING AND ACCESSORIES COMPANY.