Fashion Novel Novels & Stories

Nova said, defending me. I took a deep breath and slid the portfolio across the table towards her. " I have a concept. It's a bit... unconventional for a wedding dress, but I think it fits you." Nova opened the portfolio, her eyes scanning the sketch. Her expression was unreadable, which was terrifying. The dress I had designed wasn't a traditional poofy princess gown. It was sleek and powerful, yet undeniably romantic.

"Anyway, about Annalise—she went abroad to build her international reputation. I know at least six of her exes, and that's just the confirmed ones. "After I came back to the country, I heard she started dating some hotshot from the Fashion Guild. After they got together, she magically got promoted to a luxury fashion designer. "She's got connections and some talent, sure… But most of her fame? Manufactured." Seraphine listened to the gossip and felt like this entire "fashion world" existed on another planet. "So, international fashion designers are just… messy like that?" Aria gave her a look, as if Seraphine had never seen daylight. "Seraphine, have you ever even left Jeriton?"

CHAPTER 28 Cassandra stepped into her favorite boutique, a small yet elegant shop tucked away in the corner of the city. It was her go-to spot for finding something both chic and understated, the kind of outfit that allowed her to blend in while still feeling like herself. She quickly scanned the racks, pulling out a simple yet stylish navy dress that hugged her figure without being overly formal. The shop attendant recognized her instantly, offering a warm smile and showing her to the fitting room.

Fear gripped her heart as she prepared to run, but the figure stopped in front of her and spoke. "Are you lost?" The man's voice was deep and smooth, sending shivers down her spine. Celess looked up to see piercing blue eyes staring back at her, framed by dark hair that fell in waves over his forehead. He was dressed in a black suit that seemed out of place in the dingy alley, but gave him an air of elegance and mystery. She couldn't help but be drawn to him, despite her fear. "I'm...I'm just trying to find my way back to the main street," she stammered.

“What an overly topnotch confidence you have there? Certainly, you are an experience pro of being caught ravishing sweet young ladies on the street?” She graced the blonde woman standing sandwich tight beside the rascal. With pale complexion and nice figure, the Feledencian heiress could hardly believe that it was of low class. A commoner to be exact, if not only of the shabby dress it wore. Simple cut dress with minimal designs of obviously embroidered by an amateur hand. Perhaps, she tried to do it herself to put some flashy fashion on her garments. “I wonder. Was this some hobby instilled in the young bloods of Verindale? To be wanton and atrocious. Surely, I am disappointed of your lords

"Gillian, could you run a few errands for me today? I believe we have a few articles to post in the Quizzing Glass Gazette that will need to run in the next few weeks. Would you mind seeing to that for me?" She pulled the bodice of her gown up a little. The blue cambric muslin was a sensible choice, but the flare of the lavender gauze on the hem made her feel like a fairy queen. Everyone poked fun at her love of fashion, but none of them understood it was part of her power, with far greater range than any suspected. She could disguise herself as a lad or dress the part of a queen to great effect. She tilted her head as she realized Gillian hadn't answered her. Her maid was staring into the d

“I’m sorry it took me so long. I was searching for a decent frock but all I could find were these awful clothes that wouldn’t even take decent underclothes,” Katie lamented. Marianna May looked at the few articles of clothing that had been laid on the chair and giggled. It was the famous chemise dress that was all the rage in France – something that her father forbade her to wear! She got excited because it meant that she would have to forego her sorest – no way would She rushed to the next piece which she knew was a fall-front dress with an

“You’re fine, your ribs are strong they'll hold.” “I’m not fine,” I argued. “I can hear my heartbeat.” “That’s because you look hot,” she shot back casually. “And your boobs? Incredible. That corset is doing exactly what it’s supposed to do.” I stared at her. “I don’t want to die looking incredible.” “You won’t,” she said, waving me off. “People have survived worse for fashion.” I narrowed my eyes. “Name one.” “…some nameless thin waisted lady, back in the french revolution. You know how hot they looked,.....but that's not the point.”

“This is should be the right way” speaks Nella as we enter a narrow street downtown. The sun was already down and the street lights flickered often making the street more creepy. “I pray so” I whisper, this is the second street we’re entering hoping to arrive at Thaddeus (the previous alphas mansion) “God, this dress is so comfortable” She speaks again as she jumps over a pit “I see why girls prefer jeans and tops over gowns” she laugh. Nella wore a grey jean and denim top as she didn’t want to walk on the road with a large gown.

I must admit I wasn't expecting such an attack. "I'm getting help in that regard from Melanie," I explained, trying to change the subject immediately. "I really liked your dress, Nora." I recalled Melanie's advice on how to divert the conversation away from myself. She had told me that the wealthy enjoy talking about themselves and their travels. With my limited knowledge of fashion, I assumed that the dress must have been a piece from some famous designer's collection. "I'm absolutely certain you have no idea that this dress was just launched a few days ago at Paris Fashion Week," Nora pointed out in a very snobbish manner. "You have no knowledge of fashion whatsoever, and it shows in the w