Novel & Cerita It's A 10 Silk

Lilyana just smiled at her makeup artist's words. "Okay, Lily, try on this dress. This is a dress that I made especially for you. I don't think anyone deserves to wear this dress more than you." "Excellent work, Emi!" Lilyana wore a light blue patterned dress with small flowers. The dress fell gracefully on her body, accentuating her beautiful curves. "Very good! As expected, this dress was made for you. You really look like a fairy." "Lilyana, you are always perfect."

Inside, I found a stunning silk tank top and matching shorts set. The black fabric was exquisite, adorned with intricate gold lace that shimmered in the light. The overall design was elegant and sophisticated, with a touch of luxury that hinted at the high end quality of the garment. I couldn't help but feel a flutter of delight at the thoughtful gift, despite my initial hesitation.

I really loved it. The gown is red in color and reaches my ankle, it has a slit that stops below my knee,it has two tiny straps that went from my shoulder down my back in a crisscross motion. It was kinda show me your back, and was made from Italian silk. I really loved it plus I have never worn something so expensive or even so pretty. "Thanks again Nana, I guess I'll see you later then!." I said and then hugged her while she kissed my forehead.

Bianca looked at Frost, wanting to send a hint, but thinking of Frost's previous stipulation, she quickly moved her eyes away, "Aren't you calling me to try on wedding dresses? Where are the wedding dresses?" Upon hearing this, the twelve girls immediately stood in a row again. "You choose the fabric first! What they're wearing is the latest pure silk fabric, which took the fabric research institute five years to produce, from raising silkworms to improving mulberry trees to developing new textile technology." Frost took Bianca's hand, and they walked up to the girls, introducing them one by one: "This fabric is angel light silk, although it's white, it shines with a pink glow. Can you see i

“This is the gift to give…that should make him want to accept your appreciation over and over again.” I feel my cheeks flush. “Um, no…that’s a little too intimate,” I say, taking it from her. The silk is cool to the touch and smooth, soft. It has a plunging deep V-neckline made of sheer black lace. The same lace runs the short hemline, including a high slit. I decide to go with a small bottle of bourbon and head home. It’s late, but I see the light on in Santiago’s study. I stand outside the door about to knock, and hesitate.

"Close your eyes." I did it almost without thinking. Every scent seemed sharper in the dark. Citrus and cedar threaded the air, and Samuel's voice was at my ear. "Hold out your hand." A cool swath of silk satin slid into my hand. I opened my eyes to a blue gradient fabric, catching little silver sparks under the lamp, like moonlit waves. He ran his fingers along the cloth's edge. "Hand-dyed and handwoven in Idrelia. There are only three bolts left in the world. Would you make it the opening look for next month's Fashion Week?"

VIVIAN POV The standard market price for a single yard of Mulberry silk was three hundred dollars. I had forty-two dollars and sixteen cents left in my checking account. Standing on the cold pavement outside L'Aura Textiles, the harsh wind of early November bit through the thin fabric of my coat, but it was nothing compared to the ice settling in my chest. Through the pristine glass window, I could see the bolt of deep midnight-blue silk—the exact weight, texture, and drape I had spent three sleepless nights designing my flagship dress around. Without that fabric, my entire capsule collection was just graphite dust on cheap paper.

The fabric was light, barely a whisper against my skin, and his touch felt like a brand. "You have no idea how incredible you look in this," he murmured, his voice a low, vibrating rumble that sent a shiver straight down my spine. "I've been thinking about this red silk since the moment you mentioned it. I can't stop thinking about how much I want to take it off you."

"Alexander, if what you say is true, then I need proof. I need concrete evidence that you are who you claim to be. Show me that you're not just a powerful man with a hidden agenda." Alexander's eyes gleamed with renewed determination. "I understand your skepticism, Amelia. And I respect that you want evidence before making such a life-altering decision. I am ready to provide you with the proof you seek." He walked to his desk and retrieved a black velvet box, elegantly adorned with intricate gold trimmings. With a slow, deliberate movement, he opened the box, revealing a stack of legal documents. He handed them to Amelia, who scanned through the pages, her eyes widening with each revelation.

Just orders. I unzip the garment bag slowly. The dress inside is black,of course,but it isn’t plain. It’s silk, cut to drape like water and cling like a secret. Strapless, with a plunging neckline and a slit that runs up the thigh with no shame. Dangerous, elegant, expensive. Like something a queen would wear to a funeral. I smirk. I’ve worn blood before. Silk is easy. By nine, I’m ready.