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she said, her voice filled with glee, “tonight is going to be epic. We’re going to make memories you’ll never forget.” “Right. Is that code for me regretting every second of this?” I muttered, sitting on the edge of my bed. She ignored me and kept on pulling out one outfit after another. Most of them were barely outfits at all—short, tight, and shiny. Finally, she held up a tiny black top and an even tinier skirt. “This is perfect.” I blinked at her. “That’s not an outfit. That’s…two napkins sewn together.” Hannah laughed, playfully tossing the pieces at me. “Oh, come on! You’ve got the perfect body for it—long legs, that tiny waist, and, well, let’s not even talk about your chest. If you’ve

Cole's POV The next morning, I wake up. I ask Austin and Jane another warrior to bring Stella to the meeting place. I don’t want to be close to her. When Austin pulls up, she jumps out of the car. What is she wearing? She has on some tight black yoga pants that hug her ass so well and a tight white tank that shows some cleavage. She finished off with a pair of hiking boots and a backpack. I catch her beautiful scent and I have to turn away.

I replied and she smiled nodding in understanding her eyes staying on me. "Well I should get going before Ralph returns from work," Lydia announced "It was nice meeting you Patience," she added and I nodded flashing her a friendly smile as she removed herself from the seat leaving Hannah and I alone. "Well since it's just us, we might as well get aquatinted" Hannah announced smiling, she seemed much different than usual females around here, she even dressed differently, to be honest, she looked nothing like what I was used to seeing. Her black hair was in a low ponytail, that was done to perfection, her blue eyes bright and her face undeniably beautiful, but what caught my eye was her attire

Still in the closet, Mia stood before the full-length mirror, adjusting the fit of her outfit—an oversized, slouchy sweater in deep slate-blue that fell just below her hips. The relaxed style complemented a pair of sleek, high-waisted black jeans that hugged her legs and ended just above her ankle. She paired it with a simple, silver chain belt and white sneakers. Her makeup was natural, with a light touch of mascara and a hint of gloss on her lips. The woman in the mirror looked confident and ready for anything. When she descended the staircase, Zac was halfway through adjusting his wristwatch. He looked up—and froze. “Wow,” he took a step closer, eyes trailing over her from head to toe, li

How could they wear such revealing clothes in this weather? Looking at the two, Winston frowned. Celeste's outfit was still somewhat acceptable. She wore a long, knitted dress beneath her coat. Conversely, Megan was wearing a wine-red leather jacket on top of a cropped tank top that showed her tummy. She wore a miniskirt and black fishnet stockings beneath a pair of boots. Despite her flashy outfit, her appearance was balanced by her obedient-looking face of a rich heiress. If anything, she looked elegant.

the familiar voice made my skin crawl. Instantly, she snapped my head backward to behold the very monster whom she loathed the most. Anastasia. The devil. A smirk danced across her face as she sauntered into the room. She was no longer in her uniform. Instead, she was clad in khaki pants and a grey sweatshirt, and leather boots. Her short hair was tied up into a short tight bun. Oh? Hannah's eyes scanned her outfit amusingly notwithstanding the fear and anger brewing inside of her.

Hannah smacked off his hand as she continued chewing her steak. “Oh, yes. I remembered that you two have a lot of things to do. Better turn over most of the work to Falcon or someone you both think is suitable for the job.” She was silent as she glanced at Reid. “I’m not resigning.” She mumbled. After dinner, Hannah didn’t pack up but just her laptop and gadgets. Most of the things were meant to be in the mansion since she didn’t buy it. “Wear this tomorrow. This is cute.” Reid showed her an adorable elegant office outfit. She smiled and nodded. She will wear beautiful clothes because of Reid. He never limits her to clothes that she wants to wear or clothes that may look too sexy.

I can’t handle any more drama today. I find Hailee at the bar on Fifth Avenue, excited to explore a new spot that her friend Carly tends. I’m dressed in a red dress that fits my body like a glove, my hair styled in a sleek high ponytail, and my makeup perfectly applied. As I admire my reflection, I notice Hailee arriving. She looks stunning in a yellow short dress that highlights her skin tone beautifully, her curly hair falling gracefully over her shoulders. Hailee lets out a whistle as she sees me, clearly impressed by my look.

I made a phone call to my mother informing her of the plan, I did not want her questioning me with Hannahs whereabouts during the party and why I planned to take Haley instead. As soon as I arrived back at the penthouse both Haley and Hannah were in their respective rooms, I made my way to my bedroom and decided to shower and change before I set off. I decided on wearing black skinny jeans with a white polo t-shirt and black Chelsea boots. I made my way to the lounge to find Haley ready, she looked somewhat different. It was probably the heavy makeup she had decided on coupled with the slightly tight bodycon dress. Haley was aware of this event as she had been in contact with my mother and w

At the top of Python Mountain, a lively crowd had gathered in a circle. Millie looked down at the winding forests and asphalt roads below, feeling a surge of excitement. "Are you thinking about joining too?" Rachel's voice sounded in her ear. Millie turned to see Rachel dressed in black. Rachel also wore a mask and hat to maintain a low profile. "Oh, Rachel, no one knows me like you do!" Millie remarked with a smile. That night, she wore a black crop top and skort. Her curly locks cascaded down her back, and her makeup was perfect. With just a glance, it was clear she was an attractive woman.