Novel & Cerita Fashionable Terms

I formed a mental note of the key points Xavier accentuated throughout his speech. "So everybody, in the golden era, clothes were considered as something to cover ourselves," I initiated, clasping both of my hands together. "But now the time has changed and so do our requirements. Clothing is considered a fashion statement. Every day the trend keeps changing so does the daily clothes we come across."

“By the way, girls, what time are we going to the packhouse? It’s evening already, Usually, it’s assumed that people will arrive at a party a little bit after it’s supposed to start. This is called being “fashionably late.” If we don’t head home now, we are going to arrive at the party when everyone is already on their way home. Let’s get going!” I urged, hurrying them out of the door. We stopped by the boutique to pick up our clothes, I guess they didn’t realize that it was getting so late already. When I drew their attention to the time, they stopped shopping and chatting like princesses, we practically ran to the boutique to pick our clothes, then we ran back home to prepare.

she grinned nervously knowing how ridiculous it may sound to license her miserable little designs a grandiose term as such. "I see a little diversity with your mother's forte. Talented indeed and exceptional." He shut the croquis collection to face Eloïse squarely. "Haute Couture," he pronounced with perfection. "Is a legally protected term, you must know that I hope," Eloïse nodded. She knew that since she had begun sketch classes, the reason why she secretly crowned her designs so due to a peaked-up interest in a once unnecessary Internet exploration.

Upstairs, Ruger was still watching, his grin widening as he saw the first sparks of conversation between them. Zagaff leaned closer across the small table, his voice was low, dropping little compliments between their words about fashion. Every time he said something sweet, Sylvania’s lips curved into a soft smile. She looked away for a moment before she looked back at him. It didn’t take long before they began speaking about styles that Sylvania had only read about in old fashion books. Zagaff spoke of “Parisian Drape Couture”… a style where silk flowed like water over the body, every fold that was sewn followed the wearer’s movements, making them look like they were just an imagination. Syl

No casual dresses. Something polished. Professional.

ROMAN POV " I don't like any of them" Mr Glamour confess and my joy knows no bounce. This is what I have been waiting for, what I longed for. Mr Glamour, also know as Flashy_Classy is a fashion designer who strives on flashy accessories to make his outfits look better. Normally, I should have told her that before handing the project over but if I did that I would have only saved her from the humiliation and that is the last thing I wanted.

Alexander scolds Sophia. It was the day of the wedding, and Alexander made sure that the press, paparazzi, and media personnel were around to capture the moment. He needed everything for this wedding to fly everywhere. The hall was decorated in white, and everything screamed luxury from the designs to the guests. Alexander wanted it to be the most talked-about wedding. He made sure he got the most exclusive designer wedding dress for Sophia. The moment she walked into the church, all eyes were on her. The whispers began to fly, her dress alone cost a fortune. It shimmered and glittered. Studded with real diamonds, Sophia looked like luxury and class.

she laughs "like they say these days faking it in style." I give her a confused look "what?" "You know, when you're in a fake relationship, these days that's what everyone's doing." "Well, I'm only doing this for mom, and trust me I will not develop falling for him." "My dear friend, you're saying that now, but when the time comes you'll be dying for his touch, his kiss, his scent, his di- ah" I shot her with Levi's water gun. That damn dirty mouth girl. "Charlotte you bitch," she curses, ask I continue to shot her.

Her thin lips lightly opened and she slowly said, "Then I would like to ask, what is the so-called fashion?" Lillian choked. Fashion everyone's position is inherently different, it has no framework at all. Renea continued, "Fashion is trendy fashions that don't fit in." "I don't think that it's fashionable to show your breasts and back, and if so, wouldn't it be more striking to come in a bathing suit." Renea's words were offending to the eighty percent of the female stars present. One by one, to show themselves better, can show never a little.

It was the bone and blood of aristocrats to flaunt their wealth by buying new trends. “Mr. Andre, have you ever heard of the term ready-to-wear dress?” Mr. Andre tilts his head but then groans because of pain. My guilt doubled for discussing business with him in a bad condition like this. "Mmm, no. What is that, Your Highness?”