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Alex insisted. "Okay, if you say so but what about your dress?" He asked worriedly. "I will manage it like that. I'm sure before I walk for about a minute I will get to a store." "I will allow you to go out looking this messed up. Kindly check my suitcase and see if any of my shirts will do for you, please," he said, pointing at the far end of the room. Alex followed the direction of his hand and found his luggages at the far end. She wondered why they were not in his closet yet.

Why did Primus think I would need this many dresses? It took a bit of searching, but eventually, I found the dresser with the simple dresses, aprons, stockings, and shoes. It was almost as if nobody wanted me to find these items, as tucked away and hidden as they were. All of these garments are items that are hardy, practical, and can be worn without assistance. On a shoe rack beside it is a row of sturdy boots in various colors and a shelf with ordinary leather gloves.

she said, pulling him towards the door. He looked like he wanted to ask her again what was bothering her but she didn’t give him a chance. She walked ahead of him, tried her best to sound chirpy. “Do you think we will find Rubik’s cube drawers? And curtains?” She turned to him. He nodded, finally deciding to let it go. “Let’s check Decolure. They always have themed pieces of furniture there.” “Expensive,” she said. “A little way above my budget.” “I’ll get it for Jared,”

The floors have the same polished wood flooring and the overhead panel and light match the same paneling throughout the bus. To the left of the bed was a small closet full of designer suits of various black, gold, grey and red colors. There are sleek wooden and glass cubbies along the bottom and sides of the closet holding Vittorio Firenze shoes, oxfords, wing tips with coordinating color and styles to match the suites and side matching glass cubbies were rows of luxury watches on display. The platinum, gold, and diamonds gleamed in the light of the fluorescent closet light. I reach for solid wood drawers to the left of the closet curiosity getting the better of me as I slid open the first o

Chapter 9: Is It Hot In Here Or Is It Just Me? "Hi Gigi, come in if you want, I was about to leave" Liz casually opened the door to invite her in. She looked especially hot that night and Gigi stood where she was completely breathless. Liz was wearing a really short lilac dress and her usual Dr. Martens. Hot, hot, hot. Even though Gigi was shaken by seeing Liz again so soon, she decided to come in, she couldn't run away from her, not even in those little situations, Liz was just so magnetic.

The woman rushed back to them with the dress in her hands "Here you go Madame. The dressing rooms are right around the back. Please come in Sir" She led them to the back of the store and they hadn't realised it was this big. They were shown a whole different area with lounge chairs and tables. There were three rooms that had more racks filled with designer dresses, evening gowns and so much more. The woman left them alone in the lounge room to get more options. Julius walked up to Vera who still looked a bit skeptic about the dress.

“What was it like?” “Um, I think we should settle. I didn’t bring anything, though.” I feel queasy in jeans. “Oh, I’m sorry.” He heads straight for his walk-in closet. I crane my neck to watch him check the doors. “Come. Choose what appeals to you.” I amble over to the row of women’s wear. Dresses, shirts, pants, sleepwear, and even underwear are available. Nicely styled and color coordinated. Julian’s clothes are to the side.

I point to another wall that has a longer space for dresses and gowns. "Oh, pajamas and underwear and stuff are in those drawers." I pointed at a built-in dresser. "And that door leads to the bathroom." I point to a door on the opposite wall. “Bronx, this is too much. I don't need all of this. I don't even know what to say." Her voice is shaky as she holds her hands against her cheeks.

You step out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel wrapped tightly around your body. The hot shower has left your skin flushed and sensitive, steam still clinging to the mirror and the tips of your wet hair. Your soaked dress lies in a sodden heap on the tile floor; you couldn’t bring yourself to put it back on. Your eyes catch on the dresser against the far wall. It’s old, scarred wood, military surplus probably. You hesitate, then open the top drawer. You find men’s clothes. Big ones.