Novel & Cerita Decora Fashion

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.

31 The luxurious and glamorous white-silver themed decorations adorned the ballroom of a five-star hotel owned by the Putra Corporation. The concept, personally curated by Yasmin, Darian's mother, and Alea, would make this year's company anniversary celebration the grandest event, coinciding with the engagement of the company's CEO, who is also a world-renowned supermodel, and the beautiful young model, Alea Maura Wijaya, daughter of the owner of Indo Drink canned beverage factory.

he smirked. "Relax, kuya Gab! We just visited the famous boutique of Janinah De Leon, the exclusive fashion designer and couturier inside the elite club. And guess what kuya Gab? Marish Rafique is also her designer for bags and shoes," she let out a wicked smile on her beautiful face. "That's great, Ysa! This is a great opportunity for all of us, because it goes out with the plans so easily. Great chances for you ladies to be the new models of Elite Organic & Botanical Shampoo with Conditioner."

he breathed at the vision she had become. Her hair was curled, sprayed into place, makeup graced her face and Declan wondered if Michaelangelo himself had come down to paint a final masterpiece on her cheeks, lips, eyes, everything. Russet eyeshadow, light chocolate lips, cinnamon cheeks. She stood there, smiling at him, in a dressy leotard with a light skirt that went to her calves and sleeves to her elbows. The leotard was a creamy fabric with lace embroidery and pearls stitched in. He wanted to wrap his arms around her, kiss her, rip the dress off and-no. Standing here like that, looking at him over her shoulder, Declan sent up a silent prayer to Michelangelo to sculpt Amara like this, ri

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.