Madam Malkin's Robes For All Occasions 소설 & 이야기

The robe would have been perfect—understated yet exquisite, exactly the sort of thing Alexander would appreciate. "Surely you could make an exception for the Beta's daughter?" Mother pressed. "I sincerely apologize," the manager replied firmly. "The client specifically requested it be held until collection." After trying several more options, I settled on a dazzling white ceremonial robe with protective runes. It wasn't subtle, but it would certainly draw attention. "White is traditionally worn by newly marked mates," the manager cautioned gently. "Perfect," I smiled, examining my reflection. "Let them think what they will."

She told him and he raised an eyebrow as if he didn’t believe her but said nothing more. He picked out a Gilda and Pearl Lace Robe, which Meredith thought was far too revealing and pointless a robe is supposed to conceal not reveal, she thought. He also got her a silk La Perla robe, Some silk Natori pajamas, then he had her try on several corset and teddy sets. She turned beet red everytime he handed her another and he didn’t seem phased by being in the women’s intimates section let alone picking things out for her.

I reported with a hint of relief. "Excellent! Now slip into this elegant black dress and these matching black flats," Mrs Haggadah instructed. The dress gracefully fell to my knees, adorned with subtle diamonds that shimmered, while the flats also boasted delicate diamond embellishments. In this ensemble, I couldn't help but feel like a princess. Mrs. Haggadah then worked her magic on my hair, carefully arranging my long waves, topping it off with a floral crown. I knew this attire would undoubtedly draw attention, but I realized it was a necessary risk for our mission. Disguising myself as a maid wouldn't suffice.

The woman stood in the yard while the butler said, "Please take off your cloak, Madam." Laughing softly, the madam reached her hand out. Judging from the skin on her hands, she should be in her 20s or 30s at most. Her nails were long and painted bright red. Her pale skin and blood-red nails made Marina think of a villainous antagonist. The woman took off her cloak to reveal a form-fitting dress. Her figure was so good that even Marina was envious. Was Otto so sexually active? Did he get a woman at his age?

The following day, Linda informed me early on about the schedule as well as my role. She was a bit nonchalant this morning, probably because I didn't sleep with her master, but I pretended to be unaware. "You'll be making your first appearance today, Madame Fallon. So I prepared this dress for you." She showed me an ivory satin knee-length wrap dress, with elbow-long sleeves and a bit of embroidered handiwork at the shoulder blades. "I hope the Madame doesn't mind sultry dresses like this. It was the master's order to get you a dress that would leave an impression. However, I didn't want the Madame's scars to be revealed, so I kept it as conservative as I could."

"But don't worry Erica, I helped you to tidy lord's Robin room since he was busy, it was easier for me to do it without notice!" She said and hearing that, Erica was grateful. "You are truly a good friend Maria, Thanks a lot...I don't know how I can even repay you!" Erica said. "You can repay me by helping me mend this dress!" Maria got a little confused for a second. "Dress? What dress?" I asked and hearing that, she went on ahead to bring a cute orange maids outfit, "It's the dress that slaves who work at the cooking part of the Palace get to wear for the arrival of the Redmoon Alphas!"

one of the maids began, her voice soft yet clear, "Mother requests your presence at the dining hall." Mother? Esteria thought, a flicker of curiosity and unease passing through her. She nodded and allowed the maids to assist her into the garments they had brought—a flowing dress of deep crimson, its fabric soft against her skin and intricate patterns of silver thread woven into the hems. It was beautiful, yet somehow it felt like armor, a layer of protection against the unknown challenges that lay ahead.

She wanted to voice out but couldn't. " These clothes suddenly appeared?" She asked irritatedly, pointing at the now full closet which had minimum of the Alpha's wardrobe and maximum of hers, ranging from casual, royal, and ceremonial dressings. " They just arrived, My Lady." Madam Enola bowed. " This'll go perfectly fine for you, my Lady. You have a great look and a great body." They gushed while she just forced a smile again and nodded as she was already feeling like a mannequin in a boutique.

were his last words before stepping away. I grabbed the blood bag and drank from it when I heard the door creak again. Wheels squeaked on the marble floor as someone gilded a rack of dresses into the room, she turned them so I could see each one before stepping to the size. “Madame, choose. Sire wants you to get ready for breakfast” I pushed myself off the bed with no other choice. My eyes scanned the line of fabrics draped before me. Scarlet silk, deep emerald, a black sheath that looked like it belonged in a brothel rather than a dining hall.

The Madam was just as stern-faced as she led me to a dressing room on the first level of the cabin. Two masked servants ushered me past racks of gowns in every color and fabric imaginable. Shoving me into a chair, they took a moment to talk amongst themselves. I assumed they were debating on which dress to shove me into. Their eyes continued to dart between points of my body as they spoke, notably the raw mark stamped on my neck.