Mikasa Double Old Fashioned Glasses Novels & Stories

"The guy I was referring to is not, Dominick. He was... handsome. Wealthy. Powerful. But with a good and kind heart. He even gave me the other night a set of this. Wait. I'll go get it," Lola stood up and rushed going to his antique-looking hanging cabinet. She opened it. And there my eyes glistened from the reflection of what she grabbed. "Tada!" She introduced. "Versace Home Luxury Glasses and Crystal set," and there, my eyes widened. I saw a different kind of glasses for wine purposes. Red wine glass, white wine glass. There's also a water goblet, champagne flute, a decanter, and a whisky glass. "Wow," the word I only said. Lola smiled as she bobbed her head. "Not to sound odd but... Dadd

Luka teased, not taking his eyes off Alexis. Taking his time to respond, Alexis said: "You're... Different." "Different? In what way?" "Your glasses..." whispered Alexis, remembering those thin glasses with a golden frame that the omega used to wear when he first met him. "Oh, the glasses... Is that the only thing you think has changed about me?"

"Miss Lucy Clay, it's a pleasure to see you again" Laughing at his formality, I sat down on my seat "drop the formality Lucas, it doesn't suit you" standing up again, I walked towards the mini bar in my office. Picking up a bottle of The Macallan Select Reserve 1946, I picked up two liquor glass then walked back to my desk and dropped it before sitting down. Lucas whistled as he examined the label "you sure do know how to spend your money on liquor" opening the bottle, he poured into each glass

“If you need backup, call Marcos over there. He owes me a favor and he’s a pro at carrying glasses.” I laughed, shaking my head. “Noted. I’ll leave him alone for now.” I waved at her and kept going, finally reaching the drink table. The waiter in a black vest was stacking a tower of glasses, and I squeezed in, grabbing two champagne flutes carefully so I wouldn’t knock anything over. “Two, huh? Thirsty or sharing?” a deep voice asked, and I turned to see Marcos—the blue-suit guy Lena mentioned—leaning against the table, a playful grin on his face and a whiskey in hand.

Grandmaster stated, ignoring the other man's comment on his son…Carlson. "Oh, Please, don't be too formal. I've got some fine wine here, you should try it out. Freya?" Freya obediently walked over to the booze shelf, she grabbed two glasses and a 1945 Jéroboam de château mouton Rothschild. She placed a glass in front of each man and filled it up. Grandmaster picked up his glass and took a sip, his eyes never drifting from the masked man sitting across him. "I would have loved to join you, but unfortunately, I have my face sealed." He said through auto tunes.

He was staring out of the window in a daze and his deep black eyes were slightly narrowed. Hearing Sam's voice, he turned around and glanced at her with one of his meanest look. When he found out that she had in a thick black glasses on, which was unpleasant to his eyes, he questioned coldly, "Don't you have good vision? Why are you wearing that?" When she heard his question, her heart went cold and she immediately took off the glasses. "Leave the glasses and follow me" Seeing that Sam was still holding the glasses, Nicklaus ordered in an irritated tone and marched away.

It still sounded spoiled and masculine, not like a woman's noisy screeching in the ear. "Usually you order this suite with juice or milk, what is this?" He checked the refrigerator in the corner of the pantry and found a row of wine bottles along with beer cans. "Have you abandoned a healthy lifestyle?" Yes, around five years ago I might have still been paranoid about routines that must be directly proportional to health. Getting sick in your thirties would only ruin your financial plans. "Every now and then," I reasoned. I was just in case my fiancée was going to spend the night here, well that was a thought before she saw me carrying him out of the party.

He had to fess up. “It’s really...pink.” “Too pink?” “Just right pink.” Mike interrupted. “Laura, where are your wine glasses?” She pointed to an upper cupboard. “Up there. The not pink ones,” she added dryly. Now he knew this was just a game. Two could play... So could three. “Next time I’ll bring a rosé,” Mike muttered.

“Dr. Martin made this pair himself. He will have two more pairs made for Miss Wilson by the weekend.” “Thank you, Findlay,” Victor said. Yes, thank you, Findlay,” I repeated and tried on the new glasses. I could see through them perfectly, but the frames were like no glasses I had ever worn. They didn’t seem right for me. Instead of the cheaper thick, black plastic frames, my new glasses were larger and made of clear plastic with golden accents. They were beautiful. But I wasn’t pretty enough to wear them. I took them off and sighed. “Is there something wrong with your new glasses?” Victor inquired. “If they aren’t the correct prescription, I’ll call Findlay to have the optometrist make you

She flashed a smile in return, “Good morning, and welcome to Tessy sunglasses store. What would you like to buy?” “I want a simple dark sunglas—” “We've got you covered on any sunglasses you might want in different forms, we've got several types of cat eyed, aviator, oval, round, horn-rimmed, oversized, heart-shaped and a lot more, first let me introduce some to you.” She said with a broad smile. I'm in a much hurry than waiting for her to introduce the glasses she had just listed, so I said, “I just want something simple and dar—”