Mint Stained Shirt Novels & Stories

Twenty -five minutes later A burly man seemed to be groaning himself in front of the mirror. He saw the clothes being worn, namely white long-sleeved shirts, black jeans, and matching panel shoes with his jeans. Massimo began combing his hair which had been given hair gel neatly. The fragrance of musk perfume smelled as fragrant so self-confidence arose in his mind.

He wore black too much. I put it back, then combed through. He used to wear other colours, I was sure of that. If he hadn't thrown everything out in favour of these monochrome black, white, and greys, then the other colours would be somewhere. I searched through until I found a neat pile of clothes in one of the lower drawers. The first set was sage green, and I checked again until I found a sky blue shirt paired with white, tailored pants. I opened the shirt, and my breath caught in my throat. It was a standard button-down shirt, but the back was the highlight. It was cut open in long shards, till the back was nothing more than a few strands of materials coming together to hold the back up.

Ambient light from the stripped lights concealed in the wooden cabinets brings a warm ambiance in walk-in closet. He took out his dress and wore it. He dressed in a maroon colour long sleeve t shirt which fits perfectly in his muscular body, paired with black cargo pants designed with slide pockets and roomy bellow pockets strategically placed on the side seams. Along with he paired a high-top sneakers embossed with typography at the sides for a unique look.

After spending a few minutes, in the changing into my new clothes and on top of that getting a help from Sharon herself to groom my hair. Finally I am ready, quite honestly I can say for sure that, I am quite dashing, if be fore I looks like just your next door hunk, these time I am looking like a real gentlemen. Sharon paired me up, with a light blue button shirt, a long coat, and a black jeans with a straight cut. It honestly made me look not too formal, but also presentable at the same time, the colour also made me not that fierce, but gentle and approachable.

Curiosity strikes again and I flip the tag over checking the price. The number five hundred is typed on the cardboard tag, but there is no dollar sign before it. It has to be an amount, right? Even rich people priced their clothing. I hope like hell Vincent didn't pay five hundred fucking dollars for this shirt. Even if it is a glorious shirt, which feels smooth against my fingers and I can't wait to have against my skin. It is thick enough it won't be see-through, but light enough to get me through a humid Michigan summer day.

Mitch knocked on the door, his question startling me from my thoughts. “A minute!” Dabbing my face with some powder, I rushed out of the room to meet him, smiling as I did so. Mitch stood at the other side, dressed in a white shirt and white slacks, with a shit-eating grin on his face. I froze in my steps, staring at him in shock. They were going for my silver, and I assumed they would go for black and silver like they always did. They hardly wore any other colour when leaving with me. They always wore black shirts and slacks, their neckties matching with the colour of my gown.

Alyx said, hugging us as if she hadn't seen us in forever. She wore black, ripped skinny jeans, her "Goonies Never Say Die." purple baby doll shirt that contrasted nicely against her penny-colored skin, and purple high-top Jordans. I then hugged Mason, who was wearing denim jeans, a black cuffed shirt, and black high-top converse. We all walked over to where Jarren and Aaden were standing. "I think I need some punch," Aaden announced. "Anybody else want some?" Scarlett nodded while the others shook their heads. I didn't do anything. "What about you, babe?"

As much as the thoughts caused a hollow depth in him, he felt the relief and the comfort that came with knowing your sanity will soon be yours. Mr Macklemore walked out a small door, from the looks of things would be a restroom. He had the sense of dressing that although looked good on him, felt more like the older days and not of a classic gentleman. He adjusted his tie, fixing it in the middle of his neck before pulling his jacket down its length. A sleeveless Jacket? You some kind of waiter? At least, his shoes are nice. He dipped himself into the seat directly in front of him. Without a word, he filled the two teacups, stretching the other to Andre.

To match the outfit I wore brown casual shoes that came to my ankle length. I was styling my hair with the gel when I saw Martin coming out of the bathroom. He raised his eyebrows indicating an impressed look and went towards the wardrobe to take clothes. He took out blue jeans and on top of that, he took a white small v neck half sleeve t-shirt and also took out a dark green Mandarian collared full sleeve shirt. He wore the clothes and rolled up the sleeves till above his elbows and to match the outfit he wore white sneakers. We both came downstairs and went towards the dining table for breakfast. We both were having breakfast when Martins spoke.

It was not that expensive. We immediately entered the shop and our eyes immediately met the hanging white t-shirts with BATANES written on them but nothing was written after that. Maybe that is their customized shirts that you can put your name on. "I'll get three for us!" After saying that, he immediately took three white shirts and went to the counter. I was shaking. I looked outside because it was a glass wall there and I saw that Reed was going to enter there while Cayden was with Lucas and Scarlet. Scarlet was snaking again with Cayden which made me frown. The face is really hard.