Novel & Cerita Empire Tv Show Fashion

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.

"Dad got me the dress from the Empire fashion house. He wanted me to be the first to wear it before it was launched." The dress was one of Empire's new fashion lines that Leah was launching but dad got it for me before she even got the deal. When she came home with the dress days ago, she was excited to be the first person to have it so I kept quiet to let her enjoy her happiness. Who knew it would come in handy? "I can't believe dad did this." A frown took over her face. "I think you should be happy that he did this because I am willing to give it to you. I don't like it anyway because of the colour, and I can't wear it around the house." I threw the dress at her and walked out of the room.

With this, I ended my statement and gave some warning not just directed to lady Falledis but also to the nobles present here that they can't just disrespect me however they want regardless of their status because after all, I am th next highest person in this empire next to my father - the emperor After that, the ladies continued to talk with each other about random things Like, the current trend fashion in the empire, I was also speaking with them most of the time just to make sure that they will follow me because they are fond of me and not just because of my status. "Madam Cecilia is my dressmaker and her designs are really great" I said after I sip on my tea We are talking about the curr

She’d walk away convinced I couldn’t keep up—that I didn’t belong in Adrian’s world. I couldn’t let her have that satisfaction. "Fine," I said, setting my empty mug down with a sharp clink. "Let’s shop." ----- Empire Mall was bustling by the time I arrived. The polished glass doors reflected the crowds filtering in and out—wealthy shoppers carrying designer bags with logos I didn’t even recognize. I spotted Victoria near the entrance before she saw me. She stood there, perfectly posed like she belonged on a billboard, dressed in a sleek cream coat that probably cost more than my monthly rent used to be. When she noticed me, she waved with that same exaggerated excitement.

While she searched through the internet last night, trying to get some information about how one should appear as a maid, she had seen where someone noted decency. The person had buttressed the need to wear baggy and worn out clothes or dresses, which would do well in making one appear so unkept but decent. At first, she made to debunk the idea, but after thinking of it for a while, she thought there was sense in it. Billionaires are usually married or something of sort, and it would be inappropriate to appear so hot and sexy in a situation like that. Emily picked up the black dress and wore it, glancing at herself in the mirror and smiling widely.

Furthermore, Calvin's profession as a heart surgeon only made Emily prouder, although deep in her heart, she suffered from his outright rejection. And for the love of God, besides being cold and curt, Calvin was a perfectionist type of man. Emily wasn't sure if this was a blessing or a curse for her. Especially with his habits, which weren't that different from her two brothers, who tended to act as they pleased. For Emily, the most important aspect of clothing was comfort and self-confidence, not luxury. She suddenly shifted her attention from the man and began to look at herself. She realized that she wasn't on the same level as Calvin. All the contents of Calvin's wardrobe were expensive

Everyone except her. Emily adjusted the hem of her yellow dress as she walked inside. It was simple, modest, the kind she wore to church on Sundays. She owned only a few dresses, choosing comfort over fashion most days. Pants and plain shirts were easier, cheaper, and familiar. She never had the money for designer clothes, and even if she did, she doubted she would ever feel comfortable wearing them. Warren had once offered to buy her anything she wanted. She had refused. She would never take advantage of someone else’s money.

But before I could speak, Emily's gaze landed on the shopping bags on the floor. Her eyes widened. "Ooh, shopping!" Emily squealed. She dived into the bags, pulling out dresses and accessories. "Oh my goodness, Prada! You went all out!" Emily exclaimed, holding up a luxurious Prada gown. "Try it on! Try it on!" Emily begged. I laughed, shaking my head. "Later, Em. Coffee first." Emily pouted but continued exploring the bags. "Tell me about Ethan," Emily said, eyes sparkling. I blushed.

The grand ballroom of the Astoria Hotel glowed with golden chandeliers and polished marble floors. The room buzzed with quiet laughter, clinking glasses, and the low hum of powerful people pretending to care about charity. Adriana Cole stepped out of her black car and handed the keys to the valet without a word. The moment she entered the building, heads turned. They always did. Tonight she wore a deep emerald gown that clung perfectly to her tall figure, the silk flowing elegantly as she walked. Her dark hair was pinned back in a smooth knot, exposing the sharp elegance of her face.