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Ryan hugged Karin's waist tightly and gave her a quick kiss on her lips. Karin's attempt to let go of Ryan's hand, which was hugging her waist tightly, failed. She could only hold back the anger in her heart because she didn't want the boutique employees to see that she and Ryan were fighting. “You won't be able to escape me again! This is your punishment for ignoring my orders!" Ryan whispered in Karin's ear. The boutique employee invited Karin and Ryan to see their collection of sexy evening dresses. Karin became confused about deciding which dress she should choose.

“Didn’t your sister tell her how to dress for dinner at a King’s table?” “Fuck. Me.” I mutter under my breath, ignoring Eris completely. Sage is walking toward me in a pale pink cocktail dress that suits her porcelain skin perfectly. It’s demure, with a boatneck and capped sleeves, probably chosen to hide her wounds. But fuck if the satiny material doesn’t cling to her in all the right places.

Peter, seated just beside him, placed a folder before each board member, then cleared his throat. “Gentlemen, ladies,” Peter began, “Cole Holdings has been expanding into lifestyle and luxury niches. After extensive analysis, we believe the next step is to enter a strategic partnership with Satin & Sage, a brand already recognized for redefining modern elegance.” At the mention of the name, Adrian’s eyes flickered with something unspoken. Satin & Sage… it wasn’t just a brand, it was his wife's creation, her pride, her resilience in physical form. He could almost see her in the name, delicate yet unyielding, bold yet graceful.

EMBER "Zaire Langston Hughes, the CEO of Sarte group, confirms dating rumours with the supermodel Selene Hudson." It felt like a joke. Like her eyes were tricking her into seeing things, that's how shocking it was for her. And it threw her down the spiral of denial immediately.

Amica replied and dragged her deeper to the club. They were both dressed in some mini gowns and make up. Amica was used to it but Sage felt uncomfortable, she wasn't used to putting on a dress because throughout her stay in the clan, she was always putting on baggy or gangster clothes that weren't in any form of skirt at all. "I'm not thinking about Haunter anymore! He freaking didn't love me at all!" Sage rolled her eyes and they both settled on a long bench. "Hey, can we have some tiny shots please, bills on..

After arriving at Amigo Hotel where Gustav stayed, Vanya followed the man to his suite room. Her jaw dropped upon knowing that the top floor of the hotel belonged to Schnellen's boss. Gustav had such a refined taste in everything, and it was shown in how he decorated the whole floor. It was elegant and luxurious. Gustav smirked as he noticed Vanya's reaction to seeing his flaunted wealth. The idea of getting laid with a young Belgian girl on his business trip was something intriguing for him. He just couldn't wait to bring her to bed and do whatever his manly urge.

The salesgirl said heartily, stretching the dress out in front of me. I thought the dress was exceptionally beautiful, but when I glimpsed the price tag on the dress, my eyes widened and I almost lost my footing. I can't laugh or cry, I don't even have one hundred thousand now, let alone such expensive clothes. "Never mind, let me see something else?" I smiled and prepared to change out of my clothes. All of a sudden, The store manager came over and said to Little Ho, "Later you will put away the dress her. It was reserved by The Furies Pack's Alpha for his own Luna and shouldn't be tried on by outsiders."

The first sight that catches my eyes is a half-naked Celine. She hoists her head up sharply when she hears the creaking sound of the door opening and clumsily drags the short towel up, flushing red in the face. Her cleavages are showing clearly like daylight and my looks didn't waver. I don't want her to think I am affected by what I am seeing. What is she doing here? I ask inwardly. "Welcome", she bends her head down slightly, without looking at me. This statement reminds of me how Helena used to welcome me home from work with a peck.

With a wave of her talon-like hand she said, “…onto the next one!” Dress thirty-four happened to be a floor length gown, which gave me ample time to send a quick text to Olive. Me: Halsey Boutique in Compton. Already hating dress shopping. Why can’t the peppy music montages in movies be real? Olive: You would want a peppy music montage. Halsey? The one with the ugly stiletto on the sign? I think my mother’s banned from that place, but either way I’ll be there in half an hour. Watch out for Sophia and Agnes, they’re absolute witches.

Chander's sudden interruption brought her back. "Miss Hila, let me help you take care of the other eleven." She didn't feel light headed or drunk anymore. "Why would you help me? You are in no position to gain anything from their deaths and if you are, just shut it and consider yourself lucky that your competition just got lower." She took off the robe and was left covered by a tiny sleeveless navy blue dress that barely covered even half her thighs. The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him.