Madam Malkin's Robes For All Occasions Novels & Stories

I should definitely learn my way around this place by heart. I locate door 52B and open it. Entering, I watch Macy pulling at her boots while wearing what appears to be the maid's uniform. It's a far cry from what our estate's maids wore. For this outfit, black dress pants are all that are needed instead of a black skirt and a white petticoat. The silver Gahndor symbol is embroidered on the breast of a black blouse. She doesn't seem to care that her laces are loosened when she sees me because she gets up and runs over.

Malikha interrupted gently, offering a polite smile. Glenn returned her smile. “Very well. I’ll take my leave. Good afternoon, Madam.” After he left, Malikha approached the boxes. She had no choice but to wear whatever Aidan had provided. Gathering them, she carried everything into her room to get ready before he returned. From the selections, she chose one of the two dresses—a short, pink sequined gown with delicate lace sleeves. Simple and elegant. She applied light, natural makeup and styled her short hair with a small braid, securing it with a butterfly clip.

Jewelry sparkled inside glass cabinets along with dresses…Hundreds of them with different colors and styles. It felt as though we had walked into a luxury boutique. “Please, ma.” The maid smiled politely. “You can choose any dress you like.” I immediately shook my head. “No.” She looked surprised. “I just want something simple. I don’t want to ruin any of Miss Madison’s clothes.” The maid laughed softly. “Miss Madison specifically told me to let you choose anything. She only wants you to look your best.” “That’s nice of her, but I’d prefer something simple,” I said to her

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A tall petite brunette sashayed towards us. "Hello, Sir". She drawled out, focusing her attention on him. She was dressed in a skimpy black pencil skirt and a white dress shirt with half of the buttons undone, revealing more than a fair amount of her cleavage. She batted her lashes at him flirtatiously while puffing out her chest to display more of her cleavage. I was left to wonder if she was one of his fuck buddies, as he'd put it. "Get my girlfriend a glass of juice and a whiskey for me".

“I am not a dog and you aren't my owner. You said it already that I am in this house to serve a purpose. So why will I bother myself to satisfy you?” “I need my dress.” He proclaimed. She shaped her mouth to the left, confused. “Which of your dresses?” “The suit I wore to chairman Jackson’s funeral,” he explained. “I need the complete dress. The trouser and suit.” “I can't remember that dress.” She let out. “Hun!” He exclaimed. “The black suit and trouser, Anna.” She loosened her hands from her chest and sat on the bed's edge. “You have many black dresses, Cohen. You should be precise about which brand it is. Please, don’t stress me.”

I was packing to electrocute some rebels and restore border order like the divine magical storm that I am. And yet—Anita and Norma had other plans. “Milady,” Anita said solemnly, holding up a red silk nightdress so sheer I could see through her soul behind it. “This one says power and seduction.” Norma nodded like this was a tactical strategy meeting. “This one,” she added, pulling out a black lace number that was basically a threat to modesty, “says ‘accidental tent sharing’ in case you and the Duke get stranded in a thunderstorm.”

Was she worth pulling back? Madison came to the door of her bedroom. She’d washed all of her makeup off and looked more innocent than before, at least, above the neck. Her earlier outfit was gone and replaced with a lacy black robe, dark red lace bra and panties, and thigh high black stockings with red and black satin garters. She bit her lip and looked at me with heavy lidded, lusty eyes. “Ford. Will you be staying over? I added extra pillows to my bed.” She purred.

Mabel, a short girl who had been assigned to be my maid informed me 2 hours later. I slowly sat up on the bed, crossing my legs beneath me. "Can you tell me what is wrong with this outfit?" I asked as I gestured to the clothes I was wearing. She looked at the outfit I had with her eyes gleaming with disapproval. "I think it’s a bit bland. You need something to make your mate swoon when he looks at you. I feel that it would be nice to wear something like a cream gown that would show those cheekbones of yours."

Roselyn asked softly. "That... is the attire you wore back from Lancaster, is it not?" The maid squeezed the fabric of the coat in her hands, casting a brief glance at the thick scarf wrapped around Roselyn’s neck before hurriedly looking away. "I only thought... it would be best if these clothes were burned." "Why?" "To maintain the cleanliness of the mansion, it is better to dispose of all the garments you brought back from that place." Roselyn’s steps froze instantly. She stared intently at the servant before her, who was now holding the fur coat with trembling, rigid fingertips—as if the garment had just been dragged through a filthy puddle of mud.