Mr Fashionable Novels & Stories

I had tried and failed to befriend any of the maids, so far, Aly had been the easiest one to crack but she still insisted on calling me by the madam or ma'am title. "The makeup artist is here, ma'am." "Send her in." She curtsied and left the room. The doors opened wider to reveal an unfamiliar woman with a big makeup box that seemed to weigh a ton. "Mrs. Madagascar?" Her voice betrayed her outfit which screamed Dolce & Gabbana; it was soft, velvety and soothing to the ears, a contrast to her sharp outfit. "Yes, Naomi Madagascar." I offered her a polite smile, "you must be the makeup artist."

There was no denying the handsomeness of Mikhail Mazza. He was handsome, tall, and perfectly created. He had a blue tuxedo suit on and he had redo-made his hair. He was looking like a King. And she? She was more than satisfied with her looks. She was wearing a strapless red gown that swept the floor as she walked. Her makeup was top notch and it was all due to the ladies Mikhail had called over after she had applied her scary-looking makeover as Mikhail had called it. She looked like a Queen, and somehow she felt like one.

Ruggerio “Aaaaaah, and this one. Look at this.” Frank holds up his phone to me, showing me a tanned beauty posing in a bikini. “Nice.” “Looks like there will be a lot of hot babes at the party.” I hum approvingly as he shows me another picture of a blonde posing in front of the Eiffel Tower in a mini dress. As every year the young and rich are posing about getting their ticket on social media. And like every year, Frank and I go through the posts to see if we would spot the hottest ones in their masks. Normally, I would be on fire to see the girls, but something has been bothering me since I got out of that demoniac shop with my sister.

something. He came forward and taking my hand kissed it like I was some kind of Princess. "Very charming Mr.Fancy Pants" I said clearly impressed. "Or should I call you Mr. Charming from now on?" "Nah, I like fancy pants better" he said. "You look amazing" he said just gapping at me. I giggled. Just then a sleek figure came to us in a black skirt and white shirt, hair tied up in a high ponytail. "Madiha!" I exclaimed surprised.

Damn her boss. … Few minutes later, Madison rose slowly, unhurried, letting her gaze travel over Maria with open amusement. She gathered her dress from the floor and slipped it back on with deliberate ease, smoothing the fabric over her hips. “What can I say, Frankie, let her watch us made it more memorable.“ She said while using her hand to smoothen her hair in place. "That's enough, Maddie." Madison shrugged, collecting her bag. She paused at the door, close enough that Maria could smell her perfume—something floral and expensive.

~••Ava••~ The dress was suffocating. Red silk and sequins cling to my body like a second skin. Designed to flaunt curves I didn't want anyone in Aleksei's world to see. The slit on the side was too high, the neckline too low and every step I took in the towering heels felt like a deliberate test of my patience.

The french doors of the boutique opened to reveal a tall slim lady , with skin as white as milk , sophisticatedly dressed in a tight black pencil skirt and a white blouse with five inch heels. A transparent pair of glasses was sitting on the bridge of her nose . She flashed us her million dollar smiles and opened the door wider to let us in. " This way Mr Meyer " she pointed to a long black plush cushion . " Bryan will be with you shortly" she gave us a curt nod and walked away , her heels clicking on the white marble tiles. " Did she just call her boss by his name?" I asked , exasperated at her level of audacity. Once again he smiled at me .

I remained silent and stared at Madison calmly. When she saw that I didn't respond, Madison grew even more arrogant. "Do you really think you've become a socialite just because you’re running a company and have won a few projects?" Her imposing demeanor carried a certain air of authority. "Just wearing a branded dress doesn't make you sophisticated. Someone who's both an ex-wife and a mistress should be more cautious. I'd advise people like that to control themselves and stay low-key," Madison said, looking quite pleased with herself. After her remark, I couldn't help glancing at her expensive attire.

Ruth smiled a happy smile. "I came here about three hours before you did. I was so booted so I decided to go and try to make a dent in my husband's credit card," Ruth said. She rolled her eyes and smirked as she said 'My husband'. Christine was not shocked. Ruth was the only person she knew who could fill an entire wardrobe with clothes she bought in just ten minutes. Not only was she a nymphomaniac, but she was also a shopaholic. "I can't make it to New York tomorrow. I will try and do so probably in the next two days," Christine said.