Mr Fashionable นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Fine. I'd go get it. But soon enough, you're going to have to pay a fine for not knowing the name of your best drink. “I reply, and she giggles. “Whatever. “She replies, as I exit the room, and I shake my head at her. I head to the kitchen, get a massive jug of red grape juice from the fridge, two cups, and set them on a tray alongside a box of cookies. I am making my way towards the stairs happily when I start hearing a familiar voice. I tiptoe carefully towards the guest room in the corner, and find its door isn't completely closed. “Eliza isn't ready! This is a big deal for us. Whatever model we use would be representing us, and would help us attain higher heights in the fashion world!

My lazy stroll down the long hallway in the direction of the kitchen is halted by the sight of my nightmare before me—Mrs. Mazur. Her arms are fallen straight down against the long floral dress that well accentuates her curvy figure. She is the perfect criterion of beauty and glamour, the qualities that her daughter Ana inherited. I wouldn't be surprised to learn that she was a supermodel at her early age. Not like she has aged anyway. Her skin is still glowing as if she were a sweet sixteen with no traceable wrinkles. Money is sweet.

"There is nothing wrong with what I am wearing." "That's an opinion," Madison hums. "And you are entitled to have your opinion, of course, it just happens to be wrong." Madison, of course, is flawless with her straight strawberry blonde hair slicked back behind her ears and her long knit black dress encasing her from the base of her chin to her ankles and wrists. Like always. she looks as if she just came from the set of a New York fashion shoot. And for all I know she did. It's not like she doesn't have enough money to do so.

“Good day, Mr. Alessandro! What a pleasant surprise. What can we do for you today?” A stunning woman stepped forward to greet us at the entrance of the luxurious fashion mall. Dressed in an elegant black gown that hugged her flawless figure, her long waves of ebony hair flowed like silk down her back. Her golden skin seemed to radiate light. She was breathtaking—graceful, confident, the kind of woman who commanded attention without even trying. And Alessandro was certainly giving her all of his.

"Her full name is Kim Madrigal." "The socialite who is always in Paris because all the luxury brands always invite her to watch the show and value her opinion about fashion?" "Yeah!" “Oh my God! I am feeling frustrated! I mean I love her, the way she dresses, how sophisticated she is, her angelic face, the way she speaks, she sounds so nice and her accent. I love her British accent! And now I will find out that she's into Travis Forger too! Now, I am starting to hate her!"

how embarrassing! She digged further and pulled out a pair of blue jeans from Dolce & Gabbana with a white tee shirt from Prada , a pair of brand new Chopard sun glasses and a pair of runners Mahira’s eyebrows met at the centre, wondering what was he upto and where was he taking her, nevertheless, she got dressed. When Tazz stepped out, he couldn’t smile looking at the woman before him who resembled like a cute little teenager, he was pleased with what he saw and headed to get dressed

She was the friend who knew the latest trends before they were cool, the one who could make any outfit look like it was plucked from the pages of a high-fashion magazine. Ashley, the birthday girl, went for the classic "Fashionista Sasha." Her curly short hair was styled in a high ponytail, with a few loose strands framing her face. She wore a pink mini-dress that matched her doll's outfit, complete with a chic belt and dainty heels. Her makeup was minimal but effective, letting her natural beauty shine through. Sasha's outfit was the epitome of sophistication and poise, much like Ashley herself, who always knew how to navigate social situations with grace.

Haya missed her parents, it's true that Mehr never let her feel their absence in her life but still. She was thankful to Allah for sending a man like Maaz into her life. A simple, loving, caring and down to earth person, nowadays it's hard to find a man like him. He did every possible thing to make her happy even though she misunderstood and hated him. Soon the makeup artist arrived and started doing her work. An hour or two later she was ready. She looked like a princess wearing that off-white sharara suit made of satin silk with zari and Dori works on the details and heavy embroidery, a beige bottom and a sari dupatta gives the outfit a sophisticated look.

"Mr. Snyder and Anissa are here with me." The echo of footsteps followed his boast, and soon Marciano and Anissa, leading a small entourage, stood at the threshold. They were transformed. Marciano, impeccably dressed, radiated confidence and vitality, an unmistakable air of authority about him. Anissa was a vision in a pale green dress and a soft beige coat, her lustrous black hair cascading over her shoulders. Thanks to Mystical Chubby's handiwork, her skin had regained its porcelain smoothness, her complexion so delicate it seemed a mere puff could mar it. Her smile was subtle, her features exquisite, her figure elegant, her presence regal—a true knockout.

Mason brought me to a place called Camille's. It's a very high end restaurant so it's a good thing I asked what to wear. Mason was wearing an all black dress suit. He looks very orgasmic with his blonde hair, blue eyes, facial hair, and his muscles bulging out through his dress suit; I have to literally cross my legs tightly and look at the menu as if it was the best thing I have ever seen, just to keep myself from jumping over the table and having sex with him right here in front of everyone.