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“You don't have to keep reminding me, Gabriella. He's your brother but sometimes I think you moved on from him so easily.” Her shoulders dropped. “I think about Miguel too. But I know he wouldn't want us to put our lives on hold because of him.” “I know but still, I won't wear red, look for something else.” She sighed. “Okay, wear this then.” She brought out a midnight black bodycon gown, with a neckline that was dangerously low and thin straps crossed at the back. The length was well…not too lengthy. I scrunched up my face. “This is too sexy, I'm not wearing this.”

In the morning, Jade used her spells to conjure suitable outfits for us, blending modern style with a touch of the macabre. She skillfully fashioned Victoria’s hair into an elegant updo reminiscent of an older era. Victoria wore a sea-green gown, its intricate lace and dark, shimmering accents giving it an elegant beauty. A matching sea-green hat with a delicate veil of netting fell over one eye, adding a mysterious allure to her appearance. Dominic wore a dark, elegantly tailored suit with subtle crimson embroidery along the cuffs and collar. The suit’s sleek design and his natural charm made him look like a figure from a gothic novel, ready to captivate any audience with his presence.

Man had drawn closer to me. His hair cut into a taper fade dyed in grey, dressed in a -blue tuxedo, unlike that of Kades, who seemed like he'd die if he tried anything colourful; it wasn't like we were in the nineteenth century. But somehow, his utter need to wear black all the fucking time. Perhaps it made him more intimidating… Such a joke, he could wear rags and still look like the devil's pawn. Outfits are nothing; naturally, he was grumpy and scary.

I muttered. She crossed her little arms, hovering with an expression that screamed judgmental mall clerk. “And who might you be, stomping through my forest in… those rags?” Excuse me? Those rags? I looked down at myself. Sure, I was covered in dirt, blood, and probably tree sap, but still. My jeans were functional. My jacket was sensible. “You mean my post-apocalyptic forest chic?” I said, squinting up at her. “This is called survival fashion, sweetie. Maybe you’ve heard of it? Comes with pockets and trauma.”

The rustle of delicate parchment filled the silence. Suddenly, one gown stood out, distracting her from the anger simmering beneath her. The gown was a masterpiece of refined sensuality. The gown featured a sleek, body-hugging silhouette in pure white silk. The corseted bodice molded perfectly to the figure, accentuating every curve without excess. Hand-stitched lace cascaded from the sweetheart neckline and trailed seamlessly into the long, flowing train. It was sophisticated, bold, and undeniably modern. “I want this one, Tita,” Beatrice declared, tapping the image with a manicured finger.

As she emerged from the shower, her skin still flushed from the warm water, I summoned the perfect attire for our impending meeting with the Necromancer King. The stunning silver dress I produced for her seemed to shimmer and shine in the light, accentuating her curves and radiating an aura of elegance. I mirrored her splendor with a dashing silver suit, complete with a black vest and shoes that gleamed like polished onyx. My own dark hair was impeccably styled, every strand falling into place with precision, as I ensured that we presented a united front of refinement and poise, befitting our audience with the Necromancer King.

I thought that he would mark me to force us to link our mate bond again, but I was wrong. As I emerged from the bath, I draped myself in a robe and ventured out, drawn by the tantalizing aroma of a lavish meal. To my surprise, all I found on the table was a bowl of rice porridge. My gaze swiftly shifted to Alucard, who had just entered the room, donning a sheath dress. It featured a high, cylindrical collar, stylish side slits, and an asymmetrical opening that ran from the center of the collar to the armpit and extended down the side. "Your mother informed me that you prefer dresses with the same design as those from the Yuanzhong Kingdom. That's why I chose this one from your wardrobe," Alu

The butterflies dispersed, then disappeared into the sky creating a mesmerizing sight. “Hey,” Harou spoke, “Look,” He pointed at someone and we all turned to look at the dark figure standing at some distance from us. There was another spirit sister, this one though, looked entirely different. Her lips were dark purple and her skin was dark but her hair was even darker with streaks of dark purple. Her dress was a stunning, dark-themed garment that seems to be inspired by gothic fashion. The dress appeared to be made of a sleek, black fabric, the gold lining on which that shimmers in the light, the purple shade and pink shades ran through the dress and the wings gave it an ethereal look. The f

She rolled her eyes. I retired to my room to finalize the details, I liked to dress nicely to go to the terrace part of the building. It was a magical place for me, with its mix of urban and minimalist. I chose a pair of cargo pants with side pockets in military green. . A black top with a small white star as the only print. My hair was all smooth and soft. Goth was trying to tell me something and I wondered what it was. I hoped it was that he would give me a big position in the next expedition. If there was one thing I didn't like about my brother, it was that he was always overprotective.

I called back to him before the door clicked shut behind me. Eventually I settled for a sleek black corset style dress that clung to my top half and bloomed from the hips, draping down to the floor. Layers upon layers of black mesh floated around me, making me feel like a gothic princess. My hair trailed down my back in long chocolate waves and I finished the look with dark smokey makeup that stood out against my golden skin. Giovanni was wearing a matching suit, of course. Black shirt matched with black slacks and a black jacket. If we wanted to make a statement that we were a couple, this said it.