Empire Tv Show Fashion Novels & Stories

After washing the clothes, she carefully hung them to dry, then checked the time. 5:40 PM. He should be home soon. She walked downstairs and began preparing dinner: steak, Red wine, Candles, Soft lighting. Everything was arranged with meticulous care. At the center of the table sat a velvet box. Inside it was a rare black diamond, elegant and worth millions, beside it lay a document. The contract Alexander had been desperately trying to secure with Harbor International was the key to overseas expansion. Recently, he had been under immense pressure because of it. What he didn’t know was that Aurelia had already secured it, using methods and connections far beyond his imagination.

Serafine—POV The wedding reception demanded a dress, and this one didn't disappoint: an off-white satin gown that hugged my frame like a fitted glove. I checked myself in the mirror. Off-the-shoulder, full sleeves, lace crawling over the fabric just enough to conceal the damage on my upper arm. Hair pulled into a tight bun. Minimalist makeup looks perfect on my pale skin. Diamond necklace with diamond earrings giving me extra glam! An expensive, misty perfume rub on my wrist.

But I refused to touch her. Bella raised her brow, and her gaze fell upon my plain robes. "Look at my terrible memory. How could you wear such common clothes? You are the empress consort, the most noble man under heaven." Dead set on making up for her past sins, she ordered the entire contents of the imperial treasury to be delivered straight to my palace. "Josiah, didn't you used to love treasures? I'll give them all to you, alright?" I remained silent. I had never actually cared about these jewels. I had only gathered them because they could be sold for cash in the modern world to pay for Mom's treatment.

Suddenly, a tall imposing shadow loomed behind me in the glass. "Ah!" I gasped, jumping back in sheer shock, my heart leaping straight into my throat. I spun around, my chest heaving as I clutched my shirt. Jared stood in the doorway. He was dressed in a deep red, regal coat over a black silk dress shirt. The color made him look dangerously handsome, accentuating his broad shoulders and the sharp, aristocratic lines of his jaw and his dark, curly hair was perfectly styled. "You're jumpy," Jared murmured

“We don’t have to talk about the past. We can talk about your future.” Against my better judgment, I find myself cutting through traffic with the roofline of her mansion rising like a white ship from a sea of hedges. I should go home. I should go to Lena. I am not a man who chews on old bones. Yet the past has a smell, and sometimes you follow it just to make sure it isn’t still rotting. The maid lets me in. She’s waiting in silk. Vivienne never waits in anything else. “We would make an empire,” she says, pouring me a glass of my favorite scotch. “Not the one you have—the bigger kind. Headlines. Foundations. Ambassadorships. Power as fashion. Fashion as power. You and me.”

Alex said finally. Emily’s breath hitched. “Testing what?” “Us.” The word shouldn’t have sounded so intimate so real. “There is no us,” she whispered. Alex stepped closer, lowering his voice. “Then why does it feel like there is?” Her heart betrayed her immediately. She turned away before he could see it. The gala arrived faster than Emily expected. She stood in front of the mirror that evening, dressed in a gown chosen by Richard’s stylist deep blue, elegant, designed to command attention without inviting warmth. Her hair was pinned back, makeup flawless, expression composed.

Such a nice woman,he won't stand and watch his brother treat her indifferently. "Thanks a lot for helping me,"Irma said in appreciation. "You owe me one, feel free to return it anytime,"Noir said and smiled. "Sure"Irma chuckled. He made use of the exit afterwards. — Irma stepped out of the car and gazed up at the sleek, modern building before her. The sign read "A&B Empire" in bold, silver letters. She had heard so much about this renowned fashion empire, where the most exquisite designs were born. And today, she was about to become a part of it.

Violet Just like he promised, my old clothes vanished without a trace. In their place arrived an entire wardrobe of expensive dresses that scream of wealth, louder than my entire year’s salary ever could. Silks, chiffons, velvets , colors so rich they could melt into wine. Designs I used to only sketch or pin onto mannequins now they belonged to me.

The dress looked very beautiful on you," she said with a smile. Emily Nicholaz smiled. She already knew that the dress would look very beautiful on her. She walked into the changing room with a smug expression. Olivia Fred could not hold back her laughter after Emily Nicholaz walked in. She laughed in a low tone and shook her head. Emily Nicholaz loves wearing expensive clothes, not caring if they fit her or not. She just wore them when they were young too. She always wears Olivia’s clothes because they are expensive and she cannot afford them. But it always looked odd on her, like she was forcing herself to look rich. She always thought she would look good in expensive clothes. Now that she

Before Ivy could even get to answer, Emily dragged her into the hallways and then to her room. "You didn't even let me answer your mother," Ivy queried. "I'm so sorry, my bad," Emily said drawing her ear in an apologetic form. Soon a maid arrived with a nice dress in her hands. It was a blue shiny dress with pieces of jewellery around it. Emily was a lover of blue and she almost did wear blue all the time. Ivy was soon sinking into the era, she found the dress quite pretty. Emily quickly slid into her dress and hurried to the make-up table. The maids began to apply different cosmetics and creams on her face and she just stayed calm as they handled her face carefully.