Lorelai Gilmore Fashion 소설 & 이야기

Lorelei’s POV The address came through moments later. A luxury penthouse in the most exclusive part of the city. Of course. Nothing less would do for a man like Alec Sinclair. I stood in front of my mirror for a long time, staring at my reflection. The cream-colored dress looked innocent enough on the surface, but I knew better. My heavy breasts moved freely beneath the thin fabric, nipples already tightening into hard peaks. As he requested, I made sure I wore no bra and no panties. Just smooth skin, garter lines from last night’s shoot still faintly visible on my thighs, and the deep, constant ache between my legs.

, Jack said to Trent who nodded. The men quickly changed and were led to a small stage with floating fairy lights and fireflies, thanks to Ava’s magic. Loralei was quickly brought into a separate gazebo by her mother’s. Ava and Aria began working on her hair and Mila began doing some light make up. Selene raised her hand and Loralei was now wearing a beautiful strapless sweetheart Tulle Champagne A Line Ball gown. The ballgowns train had flecks of gold and crystals all over it, Loralei did not want a veil so hair gorgeous curls laid loose slightly pinned on the sides so that her gold tiara was on display.

She’d find a better hiding place later, but for now, it would have to do. She stripped the rest of her clothes off, the wedding dress falling into a blood-stained heap in the corner. She’d deal with it later. Maybe burn it. The thought brought a grim satisfaction. The robe Eliasen had given her was massive, probably sized for Gerald’s broad frame. When Lyralei slipped it on, it draped around her like a tent, the hem pooling on the furs at her feet. The fur lining was soft against her bare skin, and Gerald’s scent surrounded her—smoke and leather and something wild.

“This is the Lilano Dress, the one the first lady of Morvane wore to the Allure Gala last year. We made the dress, and we can do something similar if you’re willing.” “Can I see another one?” Marina didn’t like how exaggerated the dress's shoulders were. “Of course.” After going over different dresses for over an hour, she still didn’t find the perfect one. “I want you to stand out. I want you to walk into the room and steal the show. I want them to know that you’re an Aurelian woman.” Marina scrolled through the dresses, her eyes catching one she might like.

LILA’S POV The night before, I had gone a little wild online and bought myself clothes I never would have dared to order while living under my aunt and uncle’s roof. When the boxes arrived that morning, one of the maids had kindly unpacked everything and hung the dresses in my wardrobe. Now I stood in front of it in a robe, staring at row after row of beautiful new clothes and feeling completely lost. What exactly did the secret wife of a CEO wear to her first television interview?

Both Liam and Thora looked back at the same time and saw Corie walking toward them. Corie was still wearing a vintage long dress that day. Her shiny hair was draped on her shoulders. She had minimal makeup on, and the skin under her neck was fair. Corie's voluminous curves under the collar of her dress were bouncing as she walked, making all the end unable to tear their gaze away.

“It’s me, Lor. You can come in.” Elora stepped inside, though her feet felt strangely heavy. The room was exactly the same—soft amber lanterns glowing on the walls, the scent of sweetgrass drifting through the cracked window, trinkets scattered across Kailee’s shelves in a way that only made sense to Kailee. Their dresses hung neatly from wooden pegs. Kailee’s was luminous gold. Elora’s was deep garnet with bronze edging that caught the light like banked fire. They’d been excited choosing them last Saturday. Laughing. Teasing. Elora had even let Kailee talk her into a shade she wouldn’t normally wear.

William chatted with her again. At this time, someone came in from the door. It was Kelly accompanied by Loraine. Kelly looked dull because of what happened to her family recently. But she had to come because she was very close to Mrs. William. Next to her was Loraine, who was holding her arm. Loraine was naturally noble as the miss of the Howard family. She was dressed in a black gown, which was backless. The two sides of the dress were separated, extending all the way to the waist and the hip line. Her pale back was exposed, which made her look very attractive.

"Hazel, you know very well who's going too far. Now, I'll tell you the truth. Maison L only has one designer." Everyone was stunned! Amanda's words revealed an unbelievable piece of information. "It's quite lively here. I heard our Maison L's L is here, so I came to take a look." Claire walked in with her assistant. Gilbert looked at Claire. She was wearing a black dress and had cut her hair short, looking capable and intellectual. Her beautiful diamond tassel earrings accentuated the faint glow on her face. Gilbert smiled, "So beautiful!" Ellis was still clinging to a glimmer of hope.

Eloise stared at it for a long moment before dumping the contents onto the bed. Red silk camisole. Matching tap shorts with lace at the hem. Both so sheer they were practically transparent. A camisole cut so low and thin that you could see straight through it. Matching shorts that were basically just lace and string. Her mother’s solution to everything was always the same: Be prettier. Be softer. Be sexier. It would’ve been funny if it wasn’t so deeply depressing. Eloise stripped out of her damp clothes and stepped under the shower before she could think too hard about anything.