Mint Stained Shirt Novels & Stories

As long as I don’t pant, I’ll be fine. There’s a detail around the neckline and sleeves that made me choose it. It’s a loose blue micro plaid pattern that gives off the vibe that I’m wearing a man’s work shirt under my dress when I’m not. It’s actually attached to the dress. The neckline is folded, the shirt collar dipped around my breast, forming this V shape that made everything look good.

The white shirt was their most basic piece, but it was made of excellent fabric and was tailored to perfection, luxurious yet understated. "This is for you." Renee held up the shirt in front of Marcelo, trying to make it up to him.

Miguel’s eyes were scanning the clothes, occasionally asking Drake’s opinion without realizing how distant Drake’s voice had become. They passed a display near the back, soft lighting cast over a row of high-end shirts. Drake’s eyes landed on one. A dark navy button-down, embroidered with a thread so subtle it shimmered only when the light hit right. It was simple, but striking. Masculine, and cassy. He paused, drawn toward it. Miguel caught the look. “You like that one?” he asked. Drake froze. Then shook his head. “It’s expensive.” Miguel narrowed his eyes. “You didn't answer my question,”

Yesterday she wore her pale mint shirt, and it would be best if she wore her pink shirt today for the contrast, or maybe the lilac shirt to avoid accidently wearing the same shirt as her ex-boyfriend, too aware of their similar clothing styles and fashion choices. She was undoubtedly going to wear one of her black trousers, the only colour she could get away with matching all her shirts, and the most stain resistant one, but also because it was Wednesday, and she wasn't going to wear her dark brown trousers or dark purple trousers until later in the week when she had the oncoming weekend to celebrate. Nobody dresses that well for Wednesdays.

Saicki suddenly asked that mde Dhaxzy faded his smile. "Yes. That shirt is the only thing as a memory from my parents. I wore it once in here." Dhaxzy is reminiscing the shirt. " It is the pastel blue that has pink in the end of it. It is an ombre design that my mom and dad gave to me. They are the one who sew that. That is why even if it's look a rag for you all, I will not dare to throw it."

Chris I stepped back from the mirror, straightening the starched collar of my crisp white dress shirt. The ceremonial attire of the Alpha of Moonstone pack always felt a bit stifling compared to the casual human clothing I had become accustomed to wearing in recent years. “Dammit…” With a frown, I tugged at the embroidered gold and sky blue sash draped across my chest, willing the thick fabric to lay properly. The sash was an old Moonstone tradition, the fabric supposedly imbued with magical properties dating back centuries. I didn’t know how true that was—it just seemed like regular old fabric to me.

I asked, watching as he pulled out one pristine and perfectly pressed shirt and then another, holding them against his person as though there was some discernable difference between them. Marco thrust both shirts towards me, his head tilted on one side. "Which should I wear?" I frowned, leaning forward for a closer look. Ah—the collar on the first shirt was slightly wider and there was a very faint white stripe shot through the fabric of the second. "That one," I told him, pointing at the second shirt.

I smile when I finally find something that catches my attention. It’s a white cotton shirt with long sleeves which can be folded up and held with a strap under the sleeves. I pair it with a beige skirt with flowery pattern on the sew line at the side. The pattern is drawn elegantly in an eye-catching manner. The simplicity of this outfit is what makes it beautiful.

Such a classic April move to say two nice comments and then add a rude one to the end! I didn't see anything wrong with Shawn's attire. He really did look good with his sky blue dress shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows showing his tribal tattoos scrolling up his forearms. His shirt brought out the blue more in his baby blue eyes. That he paired nicely with his light black trousers and accentuated with his black belt and dark brown dress shoes. His golden amber hair was even nicely done with little spikes on top and slicked down sides around to the back. Honestly Shawn could have passed for a model. But typical April had to make her remarks even if there wasn't any truth behind th

But I found him even more handsome in it. I lifted the shirt and examined it, frowning as I noticed a pink stain on the chest area. It was a darker shade of pink, making it stand out against the fabric. I stared at it closely and rubbed it with my finger, realizing it was lipstick. I shook my head, trying to dismiss the thoughts starting to form in my mind. No, Maximus wouldn’t do that to me.