Decora Fashion Novels & Stories

They already have— “Yes. Escarra Furniture will be the interior designer of my business’ largest project this year.” “Good to hear that. And by the way, off topic but we noticed your elegant dress, ma’am. Is that from…?” “Estella’s, yes.” “Such a supportive daughter-in-law, huh?” One of them jokes. “Actually, I really love Estella’s fashion designs. This is my fav brand even before we got married.” “What a taste. Gorgeous.” After a few questions and answers outside, we finally reached the venue and it was so formal and elegant. The moment most of the eyes set upon Archi, one by one, they gathered to shake hands with him and have a little conversation.

Debra rested her chin on her palm and murmured, "Nowadays models' values depend on which branded clothes they wear." "Our pack company's fashion designer is the best. No comparison," Abigail said proudly. Debra shook her head. "I like the dresses of Florence." Abigail frowned at her. "Florence? Isn't she the fashion designer of the Thunder Howl Pack company?" "Yeah. I have seen many pictures of her designed dresses in fashion magazines. She is very famous overseas. Why doesn't our pack company ever reach her?" Debra asked, looking at Abigail since she was working in the pack company.

The ballroom was packed with people. Fashion designers, investors, reporters, models. Everyone who mattered in the fashion world had come to celebrate Emma Chen Designs turning ten years old. I stood backstage with Marcus, watching through a gap in the curtains as Emma walked to the microphone. My daughter looked stunning. She wore one of her own designs. A simple black dress with clean lines. Nothing fancy. Nothing showy. Just beautiful craftsmanship and honest work. That was Emma's style. No tricks. No shortcuts. Just quality.

Zara. She stood in the center of the room, a vision in crimson silk that clung to her every curve. The dress—if you could call it that—was daring, with slits that ran up both sides, revealing long legs adorned with shimmering anklets. The fabric caught the light, giving her an ethereal glow, while delicate chains draped across her bare shoulders added a hint of decadence. Her dark hair was pulled back into an intricate braid, loose strands framing her face, her lips painted a bold scarlet.

I want to forget the mistake I made last night and absorb myself in work. The room is adorned with colorful fabrics, sketches, and mannequins draped in exquisite garments. The walls are adorned with mood boards and sketches, reflecting the diverse inspirations for my collection. The vibrant colors and intricate details of the designs catch my eye, showcasing my unique creative vision. I have been chosen as the lead designer for a major fashion show in Paris, and I pour all my energy into my work.

Chiara, this was no time to get horny, for fucks sake! “Lia,” I called out. Causing her to turn around, along with the people that surrounded her. “Chiara.” We shared cheek kisses, “You look stunning. Where did you get your dress from? I don’t think I know that brand.” Her eyes narrowed at my dress. I stood between the crowds and twirled around. No, actually, showing off. “That is because only one brand can make such a dress, the iconic Vittoria De Babesy.” Gasps erupted.

He sounded like uncle Richard. As Granny Lil Valley walked out, the other persons continued with last-minute check-up decorations. The logo on the uniforms they wore identified them as Lastvia Decors, a high-profile luxury decoration company in Los Angeles. "Excuse me" I stopped a man walking fast with a bouquet. "I'm…." "Melina Garcia, I know. " he cut me short, earning a rolling of the eyes. "And I'm guessing you are all set for the wedding, yeah?" "Well, yeah" I rolled my eyes again.

She took a breath and shook it off, though she kept the smile it brought. She looked over the red shirts again while Declan changed, deciding whether or not she really wanted to get either of them. Or if she had the budget to. They were on discount, even more so with the Leylae. But it was still a really nice shop. She pursed her lips to one side, figuring if it was worth the trouble. Declan emerged. "I'm not getting the shirt, after all. The inside lining is a bit itchy." Amara glanced up, then walked over. "Not worth it?"

Cara has been extra with every detail of this dress and it’s suspicious how she is making sure that I look my best. His voice on the phone an hour ago had been my anchor, “You are not walking into a den of wolves, Maria. You are their future queen. Let them see it.” I took a steady breath as I stepped into the car with Cara by my side. Declan had sent us a car earlier. We arrived at the Gala. Cara held my hand and we stepped into the Gala. The first thing my eye settled on was the interior design. The designs I came up with, the interiors that I worked months to ensure were perfect.