Dresser Near Me Novels & Stories

Crisp white dress shirts and a spectrum of ties were organized by color and pattern, ready to complete any ensemble. The shelves were lined with casual wear that maintained Phoenix's impeccable style. Designer jeans, cashmere sweaters, and custom-made shoes occupied their designated places. There were also drawers filled with accessories: silk pocket squares, leather belts, and sophisticated watches. A full-length mirror covered one wall, allowing for a comprehensive view when selecting outfits. In one corner, a comfortable leather chair provided a space for Phoenix to sit and assess his outfit. A large island in the center of the closet held an array of jewelry, colognes, and other personal

I dragged myself over to the closet, unsure if I even had suitable attire to wear in this unfamiliar place. Opening the wardrobe, I was greeted by its sheer size, almost as large as the bedroom itself. One side was his, filled with nothing but black and white attire, lacking any vibrant colors. On the other side of the wardrobe, I found an array of evening gowns and formal dresses, stuffed into every available space. Among them were simpler options, more suited for lounging around at home in comfort. On the opposite side, there were sweaters, blouses, jeans, and skirts, offering a more casual selection for everyday wear.

Thank goodness they would have a grandchild soon! "Listen, at dinner yesterday my friends didn't stop talking about this new clothe store in Chicago because some of them even went to the launch party. I watched it online. Darling, you really need to see those stunning dresses in that store! Even the designer is currently famous on National Tv, billboards and fashion magazines.” Mr Frederick listened to his wife rattled on about the famous clothe designer and her store in Chicago. Mr Frederick wondered how on earth the store and clothe designer was his concern.

m. The voices outside got slightly closer, then stopped. A door somewhere down the corridor. Staff, probably. Maybe security. Maybe someone looking for a missing bride. I got up carefully, keeping my weight off the side of the mattress that might creak. The wedding dress was on the chair where I’d left it — there was no version of putting that back on quietly and quickly, so I didn’t try. Draxler’s robe was on the hook behind the bathroom door. I took it, pulled it over what I was wearing, and tied it fast.

Currently the entire left side of the closet is Dravon's while the right side is mine. My side is packed with different clothes, jewelries, footwears and bags I didn't even know I needed. Dravon's side is also packed with clothes. He also has a big glass showcase displaying his different watches, ties, cufflinks and rings. Our closet is like all those fancy designer stores, well arranged and filled with expensive items. I keep checking for a suitable dress when my eye catches my joggers pants I usually wear for training with Vincent. The feeling of nostalgia warms in my chest as I remember when I was learning how to hold a sword properly for the first time.

I put the frame back on the dresser, and moved to sit on the bed to look through the bedside drawers but thought against it because there was not a wrinkle on it, and crouched down to pull the drawers open. I didn’t find anything in the drawers. It was like there was nothing personal here, like it was a hotel room he was living in. I paused, what if there really was some other place he lived at. I stood up, almost dejected, but then I saw the closet along the wall on my left and decided to test my luck. When I slid the door to the side, I was ready for it to be locked but to my surprise it opened. And I came face to face with all the black- on my right, and white- on my left, shirts and blaz