It's A 10 Silk の小説・ストーリー

Then she thought of something and took out three silver coins and said: "Then you can pull another foot of green silk fabric." The small piece of silk cloth left over from last time was used to make Selena's underwear. Selena happily kissed her, but to be honest, although the off-white silk cloth was good, after all, it had been stored for many years, and the color was somewhat faded. Now, Selena is young, and likes colorful colors the most. If she buys a piece of tender green silk and makes one, thinking she will be happier after seeing it.

"Try it on. If it doesn't fit, I have a backup that's meaner." I unzip the bag right there in the loading zone and the black fabric catches the afternoon light like oil on water. It's a slip dress, silk charmeuse, cut so simple it's almost cruel — thin straps, a neckline that plunges to the sternum, a hem that won't cover much. I hold it up and feel my pulse thicken. "Sasha. This is —"

At this point, I was fully willing to show up to the museum in Alex would've loved that. Reaching the last dress, I unhooked it from the hanger and held it up in front of me. It was a short slip-like dress, the color being a wine red. The neckline was a low v-neck and the back had fallen quite low with thin straps to hold the material up. Unlike the other ones, this one was simple. It was also the only one that I thought matched me the most. I just wasn't sure how it'd look on me. Taking off my clothes, I unzipped the

not once acknowledging the scars that litter my back. “This gown looks lovely on you.” One of the maids said. It’s a light pink gown, with puffy off-the-shoulder sleeves. It’s just as see-through as the rest, but truthfully, I didn’t mind. It is soft as silk, and it made me wonder if the material was actually silk. It feels different than the rest, more.. soft. “Is this silk?” I asked as I felt it between my fingers. “Oh, yes. It’s Mulberry silk. The finest silk there is.” She replied. It made me question the King. Why was he putting me in the “finest silk there is”? I’m still a slave. His.. slave.

“Something with movement but still bold enough to make a statement.” Thersa nodded quietly. “I want something different. Soft, but not fragile. There’s strength in grace...we just need to show it.” The expert paused by a rack. “This one,” she said, pulling out a muted rose-toned silk blend. “It’s new. We haven’t tested it on structured pieces yet, but it has potential.” Thersa ran her fingers across the material, thoughtful. “It’s smooth. Breathable. Maybe layered with mesh or net… but only at the hem.”

And laid right beside it, wrapped in silk, is a gown. I reach out, my scarred fingertips brushing the fabric. It isn't the deep, muted forest green of Silvercrest. It isn't the earthy, rich brown of Downridge. It’s silk woven from threads the color of molten gold and liquid amber—the color of a midday sun breaking over a frozen peaks. "He managed to get it past the primary scanners," I whisper, a tear finally cutting through the dust on my cheek.

Even though it includes so many colours, it still makes people comfortable. Cyrus chooses a pair of comfortable pants made of silk, using twice as much silk as normal silk. At first glance, it looks like it's black, but just by moving, the light is reflected on the silk. coloured sapphire, like velvet. Claude looked closely to discover that it was actually a pair of extremely dark purple silk pants. Silk fabric is too easy to wrinkle, so people usually only use it for home clothes or pyjamas, but few use it as outerwear.

said Emily . " That's a good idea . " said queen Kyla . " What do you think about these patterns ? The silk white or milky white ? " said madam Karla . " I.........Silk white ? " said Kiara . " No , sweetie ! Look at this ! The milky white is much softer . " said madam Karla . " Then the milky white . " said Kiara with a nervous smile . " Kiara , what about the glitters ? " asked Iris showing Kiara a box with glitters .

“Then why bring me?” “Because readiness is built in rooms like that.” I stared at the invitation again. “I don’t even own a gown.” “I’ve arranged one.” Of course he had. The dress arrived that afternoon. Deep midnight blue. Structured but fluid. Elegant without trying too hard. Too elegant. I stood in the apartment bedroom staring at myself in it for a long time. The fabric hugged me in a way that felt exposing. Not inappropriate. Just revealing of shape I had never highlighted before. My hair fell in loose waves down my back. My skin looked warmer against the dark fabric.