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Of course, her mom took her words seriously so they spent the whole day cooking and cleaning the house. When Liz arrived. Gigi was still getting ready in her room. She heard a knock at her door and innocently opened it only to see Liz on the other side. "Well? This is awkward," Liz mumbled putting her hands together. Gigi was flawless, as usual. She was wearing a neon pink dress and heels matching, her blonde hair was down and her makeup was on point. On the other hand, Liz was wearing a blue floral dress and her usual Dr. Martens with not a single drop of makeup on her face, she liked it better when she was natural.

This one, however, was more orange than red but still the same thing. She wore a very loose flared floral dress, one sweeping the floor around her feet. It was proper for an interview but it sure did look good on her. The dress hid her body properly, it was long-sleeved. Her hair was tightly locked in a neat bun, she had no makeup on. She didn't even look like she was dressing up for an interview. But beautiful was not enough to describe her. "What are you wearing?" I blurted out puzzledly. She looked at herself, then back at me, and shrugged.

I take the dress from her hands and walk towards Calliana’s dressing room. “Calliana, try this dress on. It’s beautiful.”I tell her, I hear her sigh. She opens the door and looks at the dress. Her eyes lit up when she saw how lovely it was, it had thin straps peach in color and lace on the chest area. The dress had sparkle to it, I knew Calliana would like it. She took the dress from me and slipped back into her dressing room, I shrug and walk back to Katie who was now looking at the shorts.

Glancing down at my robe, I noticed the patches at the cuffs and hem, the wear and tear from my time spent in mountain solitude. "This is what I wear for my spiritual practices," I said, undisturbed by her mockery. Betty laughed, sharp and mocking. "Aria, surely you haven't given up on love just to live as a hermit?" Laughter erupted from the relatives as they caught sight of me. "Seriously, who dresses like that anymore? You look like you're begging in the streets."

Did Trevor find out about my love for shoes in my interviews too? There was another package in the box. I quickly unwrapped it and right in front of me was a beautiful red dress. It was an ankle length dress, with a high neck and lacy sleeves. I flipped it sideways to have a view of the back. The back was open to the waist area. I gasped. *** As soon as I walked into the hall, I could feel a thousand and one eyes on me. I took graceful steps as I walked the aisle to find my seat.

“Exactly.” Hector couldn’t imagine his, Caitlin’s, and – well, everyone’s embarrassment if Cassandra had dressed in her normal, expressive attire. His daughter looked like a well brought up conservative lady in her white dress with midnight blue leaves patterned around the swinging skirt and over her shoulder. An off-blue sheer shawl hung around the bend of her arms. Her white high heels almost made her as tall as Alexander.

"It's 10:15 now ,the reporting time was 10! If you can't even reach on time I doubt you could do any work on time!! And see how inappropriate clothes you are wearing! You don't come in jeans for a royal interview!!" What's wrong in wearing jeans I looked around to see all other girls were wearing pencil skirts or mini skirts. There faces were dolled up with so much make up as if they were going for a fashion interview. "On top of that see your hair, they are like a birds nest ,did you even comb your hair today?"

She told them the truth and they supported her. When Rhezi got tired of scrolling on F******k and I*******m, she quickly got up. Then the smile crept on her lips again when she saw the dress she was wearing. She even smelled it on the side of her neck and seemed to be daydreaming while closing her eyes. It made her smile even more. It was a white cotton shirt from Kraius. It looked like a dress on her because of its length that reached the middle of her snow white like thighs. Kraius gave it to her the other night to get her to change her clothes. While wearing a black Calvin Klein boy shorts.

I don't want to ruin the night. As to what that anonymous guy instructed in the letter. I wore my navy blue tube dress with a pretty necklace that has a V pendant on it. I also covered my bruises with concealers and I finished about almost an hour covering it all up because its all over my body now and it even got bigger than before. If this was normal, I would've looked like a battered daughter because of the bruises I have in my body. Thankfully that's not the case. "Hey, are you nervous?" I heard Mal asking me. I was thinking too much I didn't even notice we'd arrived at the grand theatre.

She didn't expect him to act any different after last night, but, he was acting even cooler than before. And just now, he had looked her in the eye dismissively as if he were speaking over video call or something. She put on the black color block neckline, cuff long sleeve, faux pocket minimalist short dress and this time, she wasn't as surprised that it fit her perfectly -- still, it surprised her that Cassian knew her dress size. Had he been watching her all these while? She admired the dress, combing her hair out, she applied a little make up from the things he had gotten her.