Dresscode Putih Pria Novels & Stories

“I brought the white robe of an Acting Luna.” He didn’t smile back. “The white robe?” “Uh, yes.” “That sounds great, but what about your dress, if you don’t mind my asking?” I shrugged. “I just thought I’d wear what I have on.” His eyes looked over my olive green pants and beige, long-sleeved sweater. “Is something wrong?” I asked. He looked apologetic. “In the Human World, the kind of party we’re going to, you’ll be expected to wear a cocktail dress.”

The feeling was overwhelming, but I didn't want it to get to my head. "Even if you wore a sack, you'd still be stunning." I chuckled as I reached up and ran my hands over his broad chest. He was wearing a white long-sleeved shirt that looked like a camisole paired with pajama-style pants tied at the waist. I wasn't sure what they were called, but they looked similar to what he usually wore to bed. They perfectly matched; the white dress I was wearing was the one he insisted I bring.

“Okay, I’ll try this one!” Two employees pushed the wedding dress into the fitting room, and two more went in to help Adina put on the wedding dress. The four children sat outside and were attended to by another employee. Harold stroked his chin and said, “The bride wears a white wedding dress. What color should the groom wear?” The waiter said respectfully, “Generally speaking, the groom will wear a black or pink suit, which depends on the groom’s personal temperament.” Harold turned and looked at Melody. “Mel, what color do you think Daddy will wear?”

When we finished there, Darryl allowed us twenty minutes to prepare for Polaris and insisted on getting ready in our hotel room. I tighten my high-pony and smooth my hands down the front of a simple black dress. I adjust the collar that sits tight around my pointy clavicles and tug at the hem just above my knee. Happy with my uncomplicated outfit, I meet Darryl and Seth in the foyer. Both men have draped their bodies in fitted suits, Darryl's black and Seth's a striking graphite hue. Forgoing his suit jacket, Seth's white, long-sleeved dress shirt pulls tight over his broad shoulders and around his torso, showcasing a disciplined body made of stone. His pressed slacks cling to his rigid and

I had gotten ready for him, as I had for Marcus. My color for this battle was Leon’s favorite – white. I had mixed it with something darker that he also liked, blue. From my selection, I looked like I belonged in his fucking lobby or whatever this first room was called. It was too big to be a lobby. A cocktail party could be held here. I had on a deep blue, fitted button-down shirt, plain, no patterns, white pleated trousers, and off-white loafers. The waves of my light-brown hair were perfectly coiffed, styled slightly to the right, close cropped at the back.

After finishing that and washing it, because I would go bonkers if I saw a single dirty dish escape my sight, I started to get dressed. Because I work as an investment banker, the dress code for men is usually wearing suits, but occasionally I just go without the coat, because I am a rebel. This also means half of my closet is filled with suits and dress shirts that have safe colors such as: white, gray, navy blue, and so on. So, I really had to step it up for the other half of the closet, if you know what I mean. You probably expected that the rest of my closet is filled with statement pieces, bright colors, and such.

Where are you? Out front. By the sign. Be right there. She tucked her phone away. Breathed. Tried to remember Jess's advice. Be yourself. But like, the best version of yourself. She still wasn't sure what that meant. --- Idris appeared around the corner. He'd listened to the dress code. Khakis. A button-down shirt. Dark blue. He'd even tucked it in. His shoes were polished. His hair was slightly damp, like he'd showered right before coming.

Emma's POV Beneath the suit, I chose a crisp white dress shirt, meticulously tailored to fit him perfectly. The shirt's subtle texture added a hint of luxury without overshadowing the overall ensemble. A silk navy-blue tie adorned with a discreet pattern completed the look, providing a tasteful pop of color against the charcoal backdrop. I carefully curated a sophisticated ensemble for him, ensuring he exuded charm and refinement. " Why are you so tensed, this is a part of the deal. I am not going to ask you to pay for the clothes. Consider them as perks of the deal. " I said.

Senin pagi yang cerah akhirnya tiba. Adrian berdiri di depan cermin besar koridor utama, mematut penampilannya sendiri. Setelan kemeja formal potongan *slim-fit* berwarna abu-abu gelap, dipadukan dengan celana kain berpotongan tegas dan sepatu pantofel kulit hitam yang mengilat—seluruhnya adalah pakaian yang telah dipersiapkan oleh Alana dengan ukuran yang sangat presisi. Harus diakui, potongan pakaian tersebut mengekspos bentuk tubuh Adrian yang tegap, atletis, dan memancarkan aura maskulin yang sangat berkelas, jauh dari kesan montir jalanan yang biasa melekat padanya.

Mag a-alsa balutan na ba ‘ko bukas sa trabahong napamahal na rin sa 'kin? "Where are you heading with that er–car?" Hindi nakaligtas sa pandinig ko ang pagkadisguto sa boses niya nang magtanong. Nilingon ko ang prinsipe't lihim akong napasinghap nang ganap na mabistahan ang ayos nito. Today he's out of his element, no cameras around, no custom made suits and less royal guards. He's wearing a simple faded jeans and slim fit gray polo shirt that perfectly hugged his biceps and torso. Bukas ang dalawang butones nito kaya't kita ko ang sexy nitong leeg. Fresh, neat and immaculately handsome equals the crown prince.