Novel & Cerita It's A 10 Silk

The sheets are pale blue silk, still scented with her perfume. “Strip.”

Chapter 13: Whispers Behind Glass Walls The silence in the office was the worst kind the kind that felt too aware, too orchestrated. Lana’s heels clicked sharply on the marble tiles as she walked into the tenth-floor workspace of Silken Group. Heads didn’t turn, but she could feel the weight of every pair of eyes. Watching. Whispering. She adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder and held her chin high. A receptionist gave her a strained smile. “Good morning, Miss Valen.”

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.

“Running away means you’re hiding. Rebuilding means you have a plan. Which is it?” “Both, maybe. I’m hiding from who I was. Rebuilding into someone new.” “And who is this new person?” “I don’t know yet. That’s what I’m trying to figure out.” Genevieve smiled. Actually smiled. “Honest answer. I like that.” She tossed me the fabric. “Tell me what this is.” I caught it, felt the weight and texture. “Silk crepe de chine. Good quality. Probably sixteen momme weight. It would drape beautifully but wrinkle easily. Best for structured pieces with lining support.”

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?"