Luxe Daisy Allen Novels & Stories

Together, Alessia and Daisy walked inside, the air carrying both reunion and foreboding. ****** Some minutes later Alessia entered the marble-walled bathroom, the steam curling around her as she let Daisy's laughter echo faintly in her ears. They had just finished discussing fabrics, diamonds, and gowns for the upcoming anniversary. Daisy, ever the queen of fashion, had insisted Alessia deserved nothing less than perfection. But perfection was a fragile thing. The warm spray of the shower cascaded over Alessia's skin, a soft reprieve from the chaos of the Luca morano's mansion.

Coming down the stairs we saw Daisy. Holy fuck. She had this Red skin tight gown with a killer plunging neckline and open bare back. I could see the waft of lust radiating as guys looked at her swaying to the song, grinding against that idiot Jacob. Our stare was distracted when our manager came to greet us exchanging pleasantries, I look for Daisy only to find out she wasn't there anymore in sightand i'ym sure she's around because of her scent. Next I know she's heading towards the dance floor with another devil.

"You change into a nice dress or something and Carlos and I will book a table. You said you were bored so stop arguing and let us unbored you." "Unbored isn't a word," I pointed out. "Get your smartass upstairs and change!" "Okay! I'm going, I'm going." Half an hour later Marco and Carlos were in suit and tie and I was wearing what I believed to be a sophisticated black dress and my favourite dangly earrings. "Best behaviour okay?" I said as we pulled up outside the grand building that was the Duchess, five-star luxury dining restaurant. "That means no pushing, no shoving, no cursing, no messing around. Understand?"

When she was about to turn around and walk in from the side, she heard her mother behind her calling her to stop. "Go to the flower hall first, see who's here!" Savannah's tone was mysteriously joyful. Anne nodded with puzzlement. "Oh...right!" When she got to the flower hall, the designer was doing final inspections on the style of the invitations. However, Anne was not paying attention to the invitations. Her attention was focused on the person making the decision... Daisy was there, wearing a long dress, with a fluffy bun tied at the end of her curls. She looked cute, but at the same time, revealing a hint of a woman's charm.

Indy groaned. "Where is this silly Daisy?!" Claire exclaimed. "Right here!" Daisy, the fashion designer, said, walking from the opposite direction of Tristan and me. "I'm so sorry for being late." "You better be, because none of these dresses suits our dear friend here." Jade spat. Indy only chuckled. "Good afternoon." "Would you like a new style?" "Yes. Jade and Claire here will tell you the best style." She chuckled. "Oh, so—" Jade cut Daisy off, gazing in our direction. "Oh my gosh.”

The girl started preparing the bath as Amyra started stripping. After a bath in the lukewarm water which was infused with special herbs, The maid helped amyra to comb her hair with ivory combs. She dressed in a normal violet day dress. And also, she denied any type of other luxury that this place had to offer. All she wanted, was a normal day. So, she dismissed her. Immediately the maid was gone, she averted her gaze to the door, for some moment, she actually begged the Lord Almighty that Dexter should walk into the door her eyeballs were glued at.

My words stop as I see Cal now notice she is wearing peepholes, his face is Oscar-worthy. “Nothing else. See you around.” Jake rushes off, and I walk through to Cal. He’s clearly struggling to concentrate with Daisy so close, and exposed. “Well?” I grin at him. “Blueprints look good. Just marking a few spots that need a few changes. Then, I will go back to the meeting.” He holds a highlighter in his hand. Smiling, I step behind Daisy. She is sitting on the corner of the paper. One leg lay across the desk and holding the paper, the open hanging down the desk to the floor. Her legs are wide open, and the costume she wears taunts me.

He leaned back in his chair, the shadows cloaking his sharp features. “And Miss Croft?” “She has accepted the role. Her agent confirmed her attendance at the event tonight.” Ezekiel’s smile deepened, but there was no warmth in it. “Perfect.” --- Daisy adjusted her earrings as she checked her reflection in the mirror. The golden gown she wore shimmered under the warm lighting, hugging her figure gracefully without being ostentatious. It was Louis who had insisted on sending her a stylist for the evening, much to her annoyance. “He worries too much,” she muttered under her breath, smoothing the fabric of her dress.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

8:00 PM. The Alpha's Private Club. The VIP room was dimly lit, thick with the smell of cigars and strong liquor. The moment I pushed the door open, I saw Daisy sitting in the corner. She was wearing a low-cut silk camisole that clung tightly to her curves, and with a deliberate little shift of her shoulders, she squeezed her full breasts—laughing coquettishly as she chatted up the wealthy Alpha beside her, every move oozing unapologetic allure.