Novel & Cerita Mr Fashionable

Ever since I told him to act like nothing happened, he hadn't looked my way. Not that it bothers me or anything. I'm fine, totally fine. If he wanted silence, I'd give it to him. We pulled up in front of a boutique I had only ever seen in big fashion magazines: Madisonville Aurelian. She was popular for her outstanding designs, known for dressing the wives of billionaires, celebrities, and royalty. I was so stunned, I turned to Roman, forgetting how I said I wouldn't be the one to speak first. “Aurelian?” “Yes,” he said simply.

"Mr. King, she's here." "Let her in." Mason ordered as the waiter nodded his head and a woman entered the room. She was beautiful. She stood tall in her three-inch high heels and long, tanned legs. She was wearing a mid-thigh peach dress that had off-shouldered lace sleeves. The dress made her curves show but still made her looked elegant and sophisticated. Her wavy dark hair was resting on the top of her head in a neat bun with some strands flowing softly on her face. She was, indeed, gorgeous. She was what one would classify as Mason's type. But Mason couldn't see her as a potential girlfriend, let alone wife. He had only one woman in his heart, and that was Kelsey Parker.

Then one day, the nightmares began, and she couldn’t take it; anyone but Zayn could get hurt, anyone, just not him. So, she fled, and although she wasn’t proud of it, the only thing that kept her going was that their separation meant he was safe, and that was all she cared for, so why on earth was he on her mind? She got three orders, delivered them for service, and then proceeded to the table at the far end of the hall. Seated there was a man and two ladies, among whom was Myra Mohan, the goddess of India’s fashion world. She ruled the runway and had once grabbed the Miss Universe crown; everyone knew her, cherished her, and, surprisingly, she had humility attached to all that grace.

Dante turned and walked toward the bathroom, leaving behind a room heavy with fear, fury… and a promise of vengeance no one doubted he would fulfill. *** The soft glow of the crystal lamp cast long shadows across Dante’s bedroom. The air still smelled of tension, of recent violence. It was as if the walls themselves had absorbed every cry, every blow. By the window stood Mirella Bellandi—tall, composed, radiating the icy elegance of a woman born into power and secrets. She had the bearing of a queen without a crown, but just as deadly. Her gray eyes, sharp as steel, rested briefly on Fabio. She walked toward him with calm determination, heels tapping gently against the marble. A faint scent

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.

ROMAN POV " I don't like any of them" Mr Glamour confess and my joy knows no bounce. This is what I have been waiting for, what I longed for. Mr Glamour, also know as Flashy_Classy is a fashion designer who strives on flashy accessories to make his outfits look better. Normally, I should have told her that before handing the project over but if I did that I would have only saved her from the humiliation and that is the last thing I wanted.

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.

Her mind was too preoccupied by the one man she had convinced herself that she hated. Karis' had not been discreet about his decision to start a fashion house, and that evening, as he walked into his room, his cell phone rang and he was invited by none other than the renowned Madame Rousseau to attend a evénémenet de mode in Paris, only could he fly in tomorrow and register his brand as it was coming as a surprise to the organizers that Monsieur should be interested in fashion.

the whole main and upper deck were covered with loud applause and greetings while their eyes were fixed on Martin, who was standing tall between his mother and Shantel. "Not everyone knew about it, but Mr. Marcini is the only son of a very legendary fashion icon, Madam Florence Salvatore. Now, we are all here to celebrate his comeback. Mr. Marcini, anything to say, please!" the middle-aged man asked as he gave the microphone to Martin.

Macey sighed, trying to marshal her courage. The car door opened, a hand reached in to help her out. She stared at it several moments before she placed her hand in it and stepped out to face Stephen. With a nod, he gave her hand to the waiting Augustus. “You look beautiful, my dear.” Macey gave him a wry look. Tonight she wore a dark blue gown similar in style to the green one of the night before. The material and texture were different, but both hugged her figure. This one had rhinestones sewn in to the hem and skirt, giving it added sparkle. It also had a high neck and covered her chest like the first one, but this time the material was black lace. Showing a lot more skin, it was still mod