Empire Tv Show Fashion Novels & Stories

The Empire Foundation’s Annual Charity Gala. Every socialite, billionaire, politician, and power broker would be there. Cameras would flash. Deals would be struck. Appearances would be everything. And Rex hadn’t attended in years. But this time… This year was different. She had spent the entire afternoon rehearsing how she’d bring it up—how she’d lean in close and let her perfume do half the work, how she’d smile and say, “Let’s go together. For old time’s sake.” She’d wear the sapphire gown that clung just enough. The one he used to glance at twice.

she exclaimed excitedly, dropping her Chanel handbag on the kitchen counter with so much grace she could pass for a royalty. Emily always dresses like she was going for a fashion show or had just stepped out of a fashion magazine. Her hair is always perfectly styled and her outfits, effortlessly chic. Emily is a fast rising model in New York, already making a name for herself, but Tara never quite understood where she gets the money to buy such expensive and exquisite things. It was a mystery, but one she had learned not to question too deeply, after all, some things were better left unexplored. Tara stirred, still groggy from her nap. “Hey, Em, how did the shoot go?”

Sam had joined the company three years ago, right when Justin took over RC Corporation, so he wasn’t familiar with the complicated history between Emma and Justin. Inside TC Mall, Emily was browsing through clothes, each piece a far cry from her usual sweet and innocent style. “Babe, switching things up?” Helen asked, watching as Emily picked up a long black dress with a sexy, slitted hem. It would look stunning on Emily’s curves. Emily held the dress up to herself in the mirror, unfazed. “Yep, time for a change. Do you think this would look better with a shawl or a jacket?” She turned to give Helen a look.

' Alexis sat on the edge of her seat waiting expectantly for the insult to come, but the door opened and dwarfs swarmed in with tea pots and delicious smelling cakes and sweets. Alexis frowned. 'Now I'll never know... what an inconvenient dream' she pouted. Emilia chatted about many subjects after that, from the fashion which was very Victorian and medieval styled to the types of cuisine and she also filled Alexis on the type of currency in this Empire, which Alexis was very thankful for, but the more she heard of such unfamiliar terms and ideas the more she felt like this might not just be a dream.

Eyeing Byron's muscular build, she thought he would look great in one of those wild west three-piece suits. "You don't have to put in so much work," Byron said, "I'm sure I could buy something." "But I want to… I'm kind of getting into men's fashions." But before she started work on the wedding outfits, Emily had to launch her very first men's fashion line…

“Are they all that amount?” “Emily, I really have to go now,” she said, already heading for the door. Before I could stop her, she was gone. I stood there, rooted to the spot, the dress still in my hand. I’d be crazy to ever put that much money on my body. I hung the outfits deep inside the closet, determined never to wear them, then checked the casual clothes for price tags. There were none and they even looked normal. I breathed out in relief. Why would the king allow such extravagance on someone like me?

I only smiled. Near the end of the night, Vivian came to stand beside me by the window. Below us, Manhattan glittered. Across the skyline, the AsterDx sign glowed from the side of our new headquarters. Vivian lifted her glass. “So,” she asked, arching a brow, “how does it feel?” I looked at the city, at the company I had saved, at the life no one had managed to steal from me twice. Then I smiled. “Unreliable men are exhausting,” I said. “A good empire is much better company.”

People made up all sorts of wild guesses. All over the land, people looked towards the capital with a mix of awe and worry. The Emperor had returned, and he had brought an order that would change Kaldor completely. The old ways were being questioned, and the future, for the first time in a long time, felt unsure, hard to predict, and strangely, excitingly, alive. And somewhere, in the dark parts of the royal palace, I waited, wondering how this Liora would react when she found out that the man she saved, the man she promised to care for, was the Emperor who had now declared her his Empress.