Masked Tuxedo 소설 & 이야기

He was wearing a black tuxedo with his blond hair perfectly swiped on the side. My eyes followed the sight of another man on my right who was staring down at me indifferently with his pale green eyes and sharp and stiff face. He was also wearing the same colour tuxedo. They were utterly gorgeous and emitted rich vibes. I couldn't see the face of The middle one because He was wearing a black hat with the same dress code but the long black trench coat was moulded into his broad, muscular and tallest form perfectly with the high black boots giving him intimidating and regal vibes.

Addison reluctantly went up and wiped her hair before answering. “Manslayer, speaking?” “This is Margarita de Jesus, your client, mind to meet?” if she is not mistaken that is the name of her new client. Addi spoke after inhaling deeply. She picked up the phone and went into the room to get dressed. "Sure, email me your location." Only wore all-black clothing, including a leather jacket, skinny trousers, high-cut boots, and a black mask. The CLT and extra ammunition were put into the jacket's hidden pocket while the burning phone was taken up from the bench and placed there.

Chapter 33 TWO HOURS LATER........ Finally the maids were done with dressing me up . I ordered them out and went to stand close to the mirror. I was dressed in a sea blue tuxedo , a matching shoe ,and pink tie , and the maids gelled my hair backwards leaving few strands to fall on my face ,they also did a little make up on my face ,light foundation matching with my skin and a little lip gloss on my lips to make it shine.

The consequences of their actions remain uncertain, leaving the future of Nora, Terry, and the wedding itself hanging in the balance. As the grand doors of the mansion swing open, Jay Nashville steps into the scene, exuding an aura of elegance and charm. Dressed in a meticulously tailored three-piece tuxedo, he cuts a dashing figure, catching the attention of those present. Every detail of his attire has been carefully selected, from the perfectly fitted jacket to the crisp white shirt and the finely knotted bowtie. Jay's tuxedo is a classic black, accentuating his tall and commanding stature. The fabric shimmers subtly under the sunlight, reflecting his confident and refined demeanor. The s

This diverse crowd includes successful entrepreneurs, influential celebrities, respected politicians, and accomplished professionals from various fields. I knew this kind of party would bring in more reputable investors, and damn, I need them in my bussiness, so I got myself a fashion wear to look as good as possible, even if it means ruining my bank account. I choosed an outfit that exudes sophistication and style. I went for a tailored black tuxedo made from high-quality fabric, ensuring a perfect fit that accentuates my physique. Underneath the tuxedo jacket, I wore a crisp white dress shirt with a classic spread collar. The shirt is neatly tucked into my black trousers, which are expertl

And then forgot how lungs worked. Because there, standing in my hallway under the dim yellow bulb, was Alex Best. In a tuxedo. I’m not talking about rental tux. I’m talking about a tailored midnight-black Armani, crisp white shirt, black silk bow tie, slim-fit jacket that hugged him in all the right places and whispered money with every line. He looked like a cover of Esquire had come to life. Hair neatly styled, a soft curl falling slightly out of place near his temple, like he didn’t even know how casually heart-stopping he was.

Silver~ He was wearing a black and red crochet bunny mask with red horns and long flat ears. His black turtle neck shirt was tucked in black pants and matte black boots. And a black long coat hung lazily on his shoulders. When he spoke, his voice was slightly altered by the mask, but it unmistakably sounded like Daniel’s. Or could I be overthinking it? “And you are…?” Adrian asked, lifting a brow, clearly displeased with the interruption. The masked young man inclined his head slightly.

She was used to this—a life where her appearances masked reality—but tonight, it felt different. Her thoughts scattered when Zac Cornell took the stage. The applause was instant, and for good reason. He stood tall in a black tuxedo, his presence magnetic. There was no mask on his face—Zac didn’t need one. His confidence was its own kind of disguise, revealing only what he wanted others to see.

He entered alone, bypassing the check-in desk, bypassing Aria completely. He was wearing a tuxedo that was blacker than the shadows in the corners of the room. His mask was a simple strip of black leather that covered his eyes, sharp and predatory. It didn't hide his identity; it emphasized the cruelty of his mouth and the sharp line of his jaw. He moved through the crowd like a shark moving through a school of tropical fish. He didn't dance. He didn't smile. He took a glass of scotch from a passing waiter and retreated to the edge of the room, leaning against a pillar.

TARA The guests inside gushed as we walked along the aisle. I couldn’t help but smile as Mad looked dashing in his bespoke classic tailored dark blue tuxedo with shawl collar and satin lapel that fitted him perfectly. A neatly trimmed five o’clock shadow and a soft side-swept part hairstyle made him even more striking. As we reached the altar, Dad lifted my veil. “I love you, my baby girl.” He then handed me to Mad. “Remember what I told you in my office.”