Decora Fashion Novels & Stories

Lia proudly works as a part-time private designer at one of the prestigious companies in her current country. The Cosmo La Creations. It's a popular clothing company that creates luxury apparel around the country and the world. They create the best gowns, dresses, and many more. Also, many of the celebrities would gladly wear their Stunning Creations. Whether it's Hollywood or local celebrities in other famous countries. As a dressmaker, Lia is so proud to be part of that big company's success. Her Aunt Dellia and her Uncle Rudolfo help her to enter that company. They both worked there as an executive officer.

Chapter 15: Nicky "Do you think I look good or are you lying to me because I'm your friend?" Nicky looked like a model who had just gotten out of Victoria's Secret runway. Her long legs, thin body, and completely symmetric face were the perfect combination. And not to mention her charming French accent, she was truly a delight. She was trying a cute little dress and cared about Gigi's opinion. Even though Gigi hadn't been studying Fashion for that long, in her friends' fantasy she was already better than Donatella Versace herself.

What client could be making him smile like that? "Lorenzo's and lies" I muttered under my breath. "Did you say something?" He asked ""No, I didn't," I lied. "I am leaving this damn hall, do you hear me?" As I turned to leave, I saw Ciara, she was all dressed up, holding a Marchesa clothing bag. Marchesa is the biggest company brand in New York City that deals in female dresses. She approached me smiling, stretching forward the bag to me. "Please don't tell me you were in on it too?"

she had declared, and in that moment, Dario had known she was right. The dress was a masterpiece, a blend of classic elegance and modern flair. It hugged her curves in all the right places and flowed out into a delicate train that would leave everyone breathless. Marissa had chosen intricate lace detailing that added a touch of romance, and Dario could only imagine how stunning she would look. He could picture her walking towards him, her face radiating happiness, and his heart raced at the thought.

"I am a designer, and I design wedding gowns." "Really?" Delia asked with interest. "Of course." She asked one of the masseurs to get her her purse. She took her card and gave it to them. "I will make myself available tomorrow." Allison looked at the card, with the inscription 'Charlotte's Fashion Home'. She smiled. "We will check it now." "Make sure you do." "We will." Delia answered.

She opened the two-door wardrobe, then took out three pieces of denim jackets, three pieces of pleated skirts, and two pieces of culottes. “Well, try it first; which one do you like? Do you have t-shirts in colours other than white? Blue or beige?” Dean shook his head again. The woman only liked white and pink. Clarita nodded and took several blue and beige T-shirts. Dean decided to wear a beige short-sleeved shirt, then combined it with pale black culottes, then layered it with a waist-length denim jacket. Clarita styled Dean's hair into a 'scorpion' braid and let the strands of hair decorate the edges of hers face. The woman looks elegant and adorable. Clarita combines Dean's sweet face wi

Doreen immediately closed her eyes, expecting Alexa's response as she opened to the first page. "Doreen." Alexa called as she dropped the file back on the desk slowly. "I told you, Doreen." She started slowly. "I don't want to have anything to do with Glamour Holdings." Doreen's shoulders dropped immediately as she heard those words and she opened her eyes slowly. "The proposal has been changed. They want us to design their hotel's workers wears, motel's, gym wear and even the restaurant's workers in addition to being the main source of their dress designs in their modelling institute. This is huge. We can't miss this." She explained.

The dresses were gorgeous, but there was nothing she particularly liked. While browsing for more options, a deep purple dress caught her eye. The staff was quick to notice and immediately brought the dress over. "Ms. Souza, do you like this dress? It's our newest collection, designed by one of the rising designers in Francia. The designer also won the Francia Design Award earlier this year…" Coco looked at this dress. It had a simple design with a touch of Francia's elegance and romance.

“Think of it as practice for wearing nice clothes before we become parents who don't sleep for days.” Aurelia let out an amused snort. “You really know how to make things sound terrible.” The boutique was luxurious, decorated mostly in cream and gold, with the soft scent of jasmine lingering in the air. A slender female designer greeted them enthusiastically, praising Mrs. Lestari as one of her loyal customers.

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?”