It's A 10 Silk Novels & Stories

I turned to her and saw her pointing at a dress lined with white beads and diamonds. I stared at the dress and realized that it is the best-designed dress inside the shop. It is in the center and I think it's also the most expensive one here. It's a halter A-line dress made of silk and chiffon over it. I walked closer and touched the texture of the dress.

I think about it. "Because silk is extraordinary. Everyone thinks of it as delicate. Romantic." I lean forward slightly. "But scientifically, it's one of the strongest natural fibres on earth." His eyes sharpen. Now we're speaking the same language. "It has tensile strength comparable to steel." "Yes." "And yet," he adds quietly, "people underestimate it." Something in his tone makes my heart beat faster. "People underestimate many things," I reply. For a moment we simply look at each other. The conversation has shifted. Not flirting. Not exactly. But definitely not just academic.

"I want something elegant and sophisticated. Maybe tea length? Something I could actually move in." "What about color?" Maya asked. "Not pure white. Maybe ivory or champagne? Something softer." Elena looked at fabric samples. "What about this?" Maya held up a beautiful silk in a pale gold color. "Champagne with hints of gold thread woven through." Elena touched the fabric, feeling its weight and texture. "It's beautiful." "And for style, I'm thinking a simple A-line silhouette. Fitted bodice, flowing skirt that hits just below the knee. Elegant without being overdone." Maya started sketching rapidly.

"Camilla, it's barely past dawn. What are you talking about? What is that?" "Your saving grace," she said, zipping open the bag with a sharp slice. The fabric that spilled out took the breath right out of my lungs. It was a magnificent, flowing formal dress made of the heaviest, most luxurious midnight-blue silk I had ever seen. The material was unreal; it caught the light, shifting from a deep indigo to a dangerous, icy silver every time Camilla moved it. The neckline was sharp and modern, and the skirt fell in thick pools that looked like the night sky turned into liquid cloth.

Or at least, that is what both Ray and Jaiya said. It was custom made by Jaiya favourite designer. The material is sort of silky but not really silk. It just has that texture. I don’t remember what it is called but he mentioned it in his which French accent. It has a high neckline but bare sleeves, so I had to forfeit a bra. A rope was tied at the back, which holds the dress up. It flows to the ground. Not articular free but not skintight either.

I know the kind of price tags they use. "It's... silk." I hold up the first carefully folded layer of cloth inside the box. The fabric feels so unbelievably soft, pouring between my hands as I spread it out. "A silk scarf." Blair whistles low. "Damn. Dude is not fooling around! Was that it?" Good question. In true Viktor style, it's not the only thing in the box. There are two buttery soft cashmere scarves, a handwoven fine linen scarf, and a heavy-but-warm raw silk scarf at the bottom.

Calista threw in a comment only to have me blushing even harder. "I highly doubt it." I chuckled awkwardly. But then it seemed to me that I was the only one feeling uncomfortable in a way. "This is a hundred percent made of Mulberry silk. It is the finest and most expensive silk in the world, Miss. Have a look." Calista handed me one of the dresses anyways and a look of embarrassment crossed my face. I did not understand how these dresses could be categorized as sleepwear when clearly, you would not be getting any rest from wearing them.

Most of her clothes are placed by Murong Cheng, this shirt is simple in style and comfortable to wear, but there is no trademark, so Mu Zi is not sure what brand it is. "It's a master private customization." Zhuang Jia answered for the two. She reached out and gently pinched at Mu Zi's cuffs, and said with certainty, "There's no mistake, the fabric is the highest quality Egyptian cotton." After saying that, she looked down again to look at Mu Zi's long lake blue dress, her eyes sharp, "Heavy weight silk, and at least 22 msm or more." "...... What?" Mu Zi and Jiang Zhinuan looked at each other, completely unable to understand.

“You’re really doing this metaphors thing.” “Just until you fire me.” He remarked, sliding along the rack. “Silk organza for volume without weight… a shot of Mikado if you want structure… and-” He quickly drew out a bolt of midnight velvet fabric in the air. One that looked so good you can’t help but gawk. “This is for the one look you’ll pretend not to care about while secretly knowing it’s the showstopper.” Mae touched it, star struck. “We’ll need horsehair braid for hems if we want a sweep, Madam.”