Lorelai Gilmore Fashion Novels & Stories

Eloise pulled out the beautiful blue satin gown that brought the colour of her eyes to life. The woman in the charity shop had assured her that it had only been used once and the name on the label was one that even Eloise, who couldn't care less about fashion, recognised. Lenore stuck her fingers in her mouth to fake vomit when she saw it. "Seriously Eloise," she said in her big sisterly tone. "Are you TRYING to embarrass me? This dress is from last year. We'll be a laughing stock if you wear it. Oh God! I don't have time for this!"

And I forgot how to breathe for half a second. Her nightwear was simple, probably something she hadn’t thought twice about. A pale silk camisole that clung a little too easily to the shape of her, paired with shorts that barely reached mid-thigh. The fabric looked slightly wrinkled, like it had been stuffed somewhere in the corner of a drawer. But Liora… she could wear a rag and still look like she belonged on a damn runway. She didn’t even try. That was the problem. She was just… effortless.

So no one still knew about it except for the people they told it to. “Oh God, I’m so embarrassed. I’m just a plus one and I made everyone wait!” She giggled along with the photographers who were eating all these up. “I think we’re done here. We’re going inside,” Darren said to the staff as they were being assisted. It was still quite the process that Andrea had heard a whole conversation between Lilith and a reporter. “Lilith, I assume you’re wearing one of Quinn’s Couture?” “Of course! This is our latest design that I, myself, proudly headed.” The heiress twirled in her gold gown similar to the ones goddesses in mythologies wore.

“Do I have to speak?” “Only if someone addresses you directly. Otherwise, nod and try not to throw your water at Riley.” “That’s a big ask.” Lorelei grinned, then clapped her hands once. “Now, up. I had someone bring in clothes. They’re hanging in the hallway closet. Wear something tasteful.” “Define tasteful.” “No crop tops, no rage slogans, and nothing that says ‘Feminist Killjoy’—you wore that to brunch once and Alexander hasn’t looked at me the same since.”

Their property had arrived intact. The correspondence box had not. Lorelai marked every door on a sheet of paper. One line for an exit she could open. Two for an exit controlled from outside. A cross for any passage she could not test. Her side burned by the time she reached the bedchamber. The healer ordered her to sit. “After the wardrobe,” Lorelai said. She opened it with both witnesses behind her. Rows of clothing waited inside. Formal gowns. Court dresses. Traveling clothes. Nightwear.

The guests were unprepared for the hurricane of red threads entering the space, dominating it inch by inch. The green tourmaline dress was a deliberate choice as it suited a certain someone. The thin fabric wrapped her body in smooth layers, reaching halfway up her thighs. The subtle cleavage left little room for imagination, and plenty for greed. Lora wasn't the kind of woman who doubted her own beauty or compared herself to others. She knew she would get what she wanted, from whomever she wanted. It was also true that her sensuality got her into trouble, like the fact that it never went unnoticed, but she could handle that.

With a lazy look, she glanced at me, who was sitting upright, and sneered, "Catherine, as my personal designer, you should at least be presentable. Don't wear the same black business outfit every day! You look so lame. I wouldn't have worked with you at all if I hadn't known you were gifted." I didn't expect that Lorelei would loathe me as soon as she came in. I smiled politely and said, "Ms. Pope, unlike you, I am not a big star. I am just an ordinary person. I dress based on my personal preference. I can't help it if you dislike it." Lorelei pulled out a chair and sat down. "Is the work done? Show me."

When plates were cleared and dessert… Lucy’s lemon tart… was served, Sloane cleared her throat. Quietly. The room stilled. She reached into her tote. Pulled out a slim folder. Set it in the center of the table. Everyone looked at it. Then at her. Sloane took a breath. “I’ve been keeping something,” she said. Her voice was steady, but her fingers trembled slightly on the folder. Ophelia leaned forward. Chase’s hand stilled on her shoulder. Sloane opened the folder. Spread out several printed pages… professional photos of clothing: flowing linen dresses in soft sage and oatmeal, tailored trousers with subtle embroidery, simple tops with thoughtful details.

Charlie hurried out of the bedroom and he saw Loreen who has especially dressed up today. Loreen was really dressed very beautifully today. She was wearing a beige windbreaker with a black base sweater inside and she looked very tall and feminine. As for her lower body, Loreen was wearing a woolen short skirt with a pair of leggings that really brought out her long and slender legs. It was really very eye-catching! As soon as Loreen saw Charlie, she started blushing immediately. She waved her hand slightly at him before she said nervously, “Hello, Charlie! I will have to depend on you to take good care of me in the future!”

You're nagging like an—" "Like an old hag who won't shut up. How annoying." The unfiltered comment came from behind Louie. He froze and turned, only to see the last person he wanted to run into. Giselle wore a tight-fitting, strappy black dress that accentuated her alabaster skin tone. Her long, wavy brown hair cascaded past her shoulders. Asymmetrical gemstone earrings hung from her earlobes. She wrapped up the entire look with a pair of limited-edition Yves Saint Laurent heels, adding a touch of expensive elegance to her overall appeal.