Mr Fashionable Mga Nobela at Kwento

Which means speaking my mind and putting anyone who dares try to degrade me in their place. ***** “Wow! Beautiful,” Mason’s voice came from the door of my suite. He leaned up against the door frame to my bathroom, wearing a three-piece suit. His muscular arms stretched the sleeves of the black jacket. His dark eyes took me in appreciatively. I took one last look in the mirror. My hands smoothed down the sheer fabric of the sheer gold dress I had picked out from the boasting closet that had been picked for me. “You don’t look so bad yourself” I replied giving him a once-over. Mason was tall, then again everyone was tall to me. A handsome werecat, with a killer smile and dimples that made you

I almost rolled my eyes. The high and mighty Madame Moriarty graced the restaurant wearing her maroon bodycon dress which revealed almost everything. And when I said 'everything' I'm not exaggerating. A little movement will reveal what she is hiding- well if she is hiding it because of the low neckline of the dress including its short length. The ruby earrings she's wearing are eye-catching as well, as is the channel mini hand bag she's carrying. What did he think of this restaurant, Paris Fashion Week?

Exactly the kind of thing a mafia wife would wear to show off her husband’s wealth and power. I stare at it hanging in the closet like it’s a costume for a play I never auditioned for. The stylist is a petite woman named Francesca who talks constantly, filling the silence with chatter about fashion and trends and which designers are hot this season. I let her words wash over me while she pins my hair up, transforming it into something sophisticated and severe. “Signor Valenti has excellent taste,” she says, applying lipstick with precision. “This color is perfect for your skin tone.”

I'd dated models, actresses, women who made careers out of being beautiful, but none of them had stayed in my head like this masked stranger I'd met for less than five minutes. The door to VIP Room Three stood open, I stepped inside, but she wasn't there yet. I sat on the leather sofa, adjusting my cufflinks out of nervous habit. The door opened. Nyx stepped inside wearing black lace this time. The lingerie left even less to imagination than the crimson from last week. Her red hair cascaded over her shoulders in waves, and that jeweled mask caught the amber light. I couldn’t take my eyes off how stunning she looked in that lace.

I walked out as I continued smiling so brightly. “Do you like it???” She asked. “Not like, but I love it…thanks for making me so beautiful.” I said. “I didn't do anything ma'am…you are already beautiful…all I did was to enhance that beauty.” She said as he winked at me. I giggled like a little child blushing so hard that I felt my face could burst at any moment. “Can we see the dress now??” She asked. I took the package Arsenio gave to me and opened it only to reveal a red sexy dress that could expose major parts of my body.

Ezrah was gulping down a glass of Tom Collins with ice when he saw a familiar figure from among the crowd. “Madison, what are you doing here?” He asked, genuinely surprised. Piper frowned at Madison’s presence, even more upset by Madison’s dress, which was a Michelle Deep V-neck Beading Ball Gown, though she wore a floor-length off-shoulder A-Line beaded formal dress. The fact that a mere secretary like Madison was wearing a dress from a celebrity’s collection did not go down well with her, as that celebrity was equally Piper’s favorite among the lot. “Ezrah, did you buy that dress for her? It’s from Michelle’s collections. Madison cannot afford it.” Jealousy laced Piper’s tone as she spoke,

What client could be making him smile like that? "Lorenzo's and lies" I muttered under my breath. "Did you say something?" He asked ""No, I didn't," I lied. "I am leaving this damn hall, do you hear me?" As I turned to leave, I saw Ciara, she was all dressed up, holding a Marchesa clothing bag. Marchesa is the biggest company brand in New York City that deals in female dresses. She approached me smiling, stretching forward the bag to me. "Please don't tell me you were in on it too?"

Several hotel staff members stood there, offering polite smiles. “Good morning, Mrs. Ariadne Milton,” one of them greeted. “We’ve come to help you get ready.” Ariadne stepped aside to let them in, her curiosity piqued. She allowed the staff to assist her as they brought out an outfit Maximilian had apparently selected. They dressed her in a tailored, cream-colored blouse with a delicate silk scarf tied neatly around her neck, paired with high-waisted, wide-legged beige trousers that gave her an effortlessly chic silhouette. Her makeup was understated yet elegant, with soft neutral tones highlighting her features, and her hair styled into neat low hair tie.

Embarrassment first clouded her face and when the butler coughed sarcastically she turned her face to glare at him. It was right at that moment that Maddie made her entrance back into the section of the shopping mall Andrew and the butler had been waiting for her in. Dressed in the red frilly strapless dress with a slit at the left side, starting from her thighs, and a matching stiletto heel, Maddie walked with such elegance and grace towards Andrew and the butler. The red dress hugged Maddie's body up to her thighs where it flowed all the way down, revealing her feminine curves which was nothing far from perfection. The red colour of the dress highlighted her skin colour in such a way that