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Melvin uses the opportunity to come around. "What do you think of this place so far?” He asks. “Wonderful and inspiring. I love it.” “Same here; Amanda inspires me a lot. I can’t wait to do better than she does,” he arrogantly says, and I offer him a small smile, focusing my attention back on Monsieur Pierre, our designer tour guide. "This is the fashion library filled with a collection of rare and contemporary fashion books, journals, and magazines. Feel free to make use of it while researching."

No clothing meant for distance, cold, or movement beyond contained spaces. The consistency was deliberate. These were not clothes selected for expression or identity, but for function and compliance. As I ran my fingers along the fabric, an image surfaced in my mind that I could not shake, of women in old novels confined to drawing rooms and bedrooms, dressed appropriately for waiting rather than living. For a disorienting moment, I felt like a character in a Victorian story, surrounded by gentleness designed to soften captivity rather than challenge it.

*** ~CLAIRE~ *** There was no way in hell I would let Christian know about my fantasies. No way I would tell him what went on in my imagination. "I read a lot of books." I giggled as he pulled me towards the black, velvet couch in the corner. He lowered into it and gave me a flirty look. "Is that so? Books?" "Romance novels." I shrugged. I tried not to fidget as his gaze roamed my body. I was standing before him, clad in just my lace panties.

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The Nouveau-Riche Romance Chapter Twenty "Oh! That looks wonderful on you," Kathy said cheerily as she examined Joan dressed in a long green-colored dress. The pair were picking out dresses at Alice house. Alice house is a luxury brand that caters exclusively to women's garment needs, they are also quite expensive. When Kathy invited Joan to an afternoon shopping spree she didn't hesitate to accept. It did help when Kathy assured her that all costs would be covered. The payment for anything she buys however would be Joan's presence and some quality time with Kathy. Joan surmised Kathy invited her to distract her from the ordeal she's experienced the past couple of days.

I asked, suddenly feeling entirely exposed under her stare. “Too much?” Amy grabbed my shoulders and whirled me toward the three-way mirror. “Look at yourself! You look insanely sexy, Nova. You look like a fantasy.” A fantasy. The word struck a chord deep in my belly, bringing back the exact heat of the shower water, the slick friction of my own fingers, and the memory of Finn and Kelly tearing me apart. I imagined them seeing me in this. I imagined Finn ripping this crimson fabric open, or Kelly bunching it up around my waist to look at my wet pussy.

She led me to a glass door but not a transparent one though. “ If you need anything please give me a call, “ she said with a bow . My room is really beautiful. It is painted light nude . Nude is my favorite color . All my stuff was already neatly arranged . I walk towards the closet to get rid of my gown . I’m surprised to see all my clothes here . The walk-in closet was filled withp clothes of various brands Dior, Valentino, fendi , prada and lots more . I feel like a princess but also guilty . I should be moaning not feeling like a princess. Dad is dead and mom just got married.

Michelle said as she showed Hailey a thick and elegant book. It was a thick and large book, obviously very heavy. Its name was, “The History of Fashion.”

We're all flings. Getting out of the shower, I wondered when Eron would get back from work, as everyone here told me. I shrugged, frowning as I pulled on a loose beige sweater and shorts, which stopped just below my ass. I didn't wear a bra, cause I was just like that. Plus those things were uncomfortable as hell. I was surprised at first when I found out there was a closet full of girl clothing, but then I shook it off because I was tired of trying to understand the man. Deciding to keep myself busy with some romantic novels I found in the room, I settled on "Mutual Hatred by Fay .B. Peters."