Mr Fashionable Novels & Stories

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.

This planet. Madam is a woman who has a thing for gross fashion. She impressed people with her off-styles, heavy lipsticks, long lashes, and artificial nails. As I moved to serve, I began to wonder if it was my little drama with Madam Maggie or her off-styles that made Kira laugh with so much energy. Oh God, my Kira is angry with me. Not like I did anything wrong, I only told her the truth. Halfway to the counter, I heard my name.

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

she heaved out a sigh. Martina grinned. “From what I heard Maximus was a cold-hearted billionaire. He doesn’t care about what anyone thinks of him. He just wants his money and his power. Come to think of it, he’s thirty-five and yet he’s still single. I haven’t heard any news about his love life—” “There’s one that’s rumored to be his girlfriend her name is Vivienne Durand,” she answered. “Vivienne Durand, you mean the French-American fashion icon? The one who made her name her own clothing brand, cosmetic brand, and the owner of many boutiques here and abroad?” her eyes shines as she asked.

"All right. We have a reputation to uphold. Grace is going to take you shopping today. The board anticipates Mrs. Franklin to be polished, not He glanced at my plain top and jeans and left the sentence hanging. Despite my anger, I bit my tongue. There would be no use in me fighting him. I reached for a piece of toast and said, "Okay." "All right," he responded, going back to his phone. I was drowning in silk, chiffon, and pearls by the middle of the afternoon. Williams' stern assistant, Grace, had taken me to some of Manhattan's most upscale stores. Her keen eyes analysed every aspect of my look with the accuracy of a jeweller analysing a diamond, and she was efficient without being cruel.

Many people then began to see her in a new light. This girlfriend of Justin's turned out to be not as bad as the rumors suggested. "This young lady is pretty and has a decent demeanor," one said. "Yeah, if you have a chance, you should hang out with Mrs. Farrow more often!" another said. Flattered by the compliments, Candice felt a little full of herself. She immediately said, "Madam Hamilton, your dress is gorgeous. It's the new autumn-winter design from Gerine, isn't it?" "Yes. Did you know about it?" Charlotte asked.

The exterior of Maison d'Elara was an architectural masterpiece of frosted glass, brushed gold, and sleek black marble, nestled in the heart of Manhattan’s most prestigious luxury fashion district. It was a sanctuary of high fashion, catering only to the elite, the billionaires, and the international royalty who could afford five-figure custom garments.

As the sun began to set the maids came in and told her quietly, ‘We are here to help you get ready Miss.’ She did not fight them, they were only following orders, she showered, let them do her hair and makeup and put on the stunning black designer dress that had been left for her to wear, it was short and sparkly fitted to her slender waist and emphasising her breasts. The matching Jimmy Choo heels completed the outfit and she glanced into the full length mirror, and there she was a true Mafia Woman. Lifting her chin her eyes flashed she was strong and brave and she fucking tough, from now on no man was going to dictate to her. She straightened her spine and held her head high as the door o

His voice was deep, sharp around the edges, like he didn't say more than necessary. As they walked together, Missy couldn't help but glance at her reflection in a passing window. Next to Sienna's sleek jeans and black crop top, and Marco's all-black outfit and cold stare, she looked like a storybook character that wandered into the wrong book. Everyone here looked so edgy. So fearless. And she looked like... well, her. A simp light washed jeans and a soft cream sweater. But today someone noticed that. Someone didn't laugh at it. He called her Pink.