Novel & Cerita Mr Fashionable

But laughter drifted from the living room, pulling her curiosity toward the source. She rounded the corner and found Lily and their mother, Clara, bent over a large glossy box sitting on the coffee table. The box was pristine white with silver letters shimmering across the top M&D FASHION HOUSE. Isabella froze. She knew that name. Everyone in the city did. Dresses from M&D weren’t simply clothes; they were statements, often worn by the rich, powerful, or impossibly famous. “What’s going on here?” Isabella asked, tilting her head as she dropped her handbag onto the nearest chair.

“Lord Grant, the formal pelt is prepared.” Madison’s eyes practically ignited. Even from a distance, the dark shimmer of the silk and the glint of the dragon-glass jewelry screamed of high-caste wealth. “My thanks.” She smoothed her gravy-stained furs, attempting to reclaim her hollow dignity as she stepped toward the servant carrying the gown. Just as her clawed fingers reached out to claim the prize, the attendant stepped laterally, moving past her as if she were a common forest stray.

“I don’t know if you’re lying or not Tristan, but I simply can’t stand that bitch. I managed to kick her away in the past and I certainly can do that again. I will crush you, Marissa.” ********* Later that evening, I went shopping for my dress. That was when fate smiled at me. Arya Rothschild. The heiress of the Rothschild fashion dynasty in Greenville. They were the founding family of Fashion Houses in Greenville. She walked into the boutique surrounded by maids, assistants, and luxury like the world owed her breath. A spoiled brat, yes. But powerful and Untouchable. And I adored her. I greeted her eagerly, bowing just slightly.

All angles were taken so she just made a wide sweet smile. This is the life she lived so it is forbidden to be ashamed because when you make a mistake or you just stumble, you will be the talk of the netizens. Being a fashion model is just like the artists who are just a little bit will be talked about by the media. "Miss Britney, look at the camera ... Smile ..." said the person holding the camera as they took those photos. She also smiled very sweetly to be more pretentious. Thank you Miss!" they thanked after getting photos of her.

A beautiful soft grey sofa set is placed in one corner, 2 racks are placed at one side with more dresses hanging on them, a wall is dedicated for the bags. I can see many expensive brands and one of a kind designs. I compose myself as my eyes land on madam Giulia Moretti, the current queen of the mafia. I cannot comment on her because what I've heard about her is that she can be the most giving person on this earth or an enemy you wished you never had. This is the first time I’ve seen her. She is standing in front of a full length mirror, two maids are assisting her with a beautiful royal blue evening gown. She looks at us through the mirror "on time, very good" she says.

He asked. "This will be a different kind of couples massage." Francine said just as the door opened. Maddy entered the room. She was a petite brunette in tight blue scrubs. Her only accessory was a belt that had a holster for the massage oil bottle. Probably not even thirty yet, she made the scrubs look sexy as hell. Her tits were obviously perky and firm, her face beautiful and well-framed by her long hair. She looked at Francine. "It's nice to see you again. You look amazing. Is this, Hal?" Francine returned the compliment and confirmed that it was Hal. "Are you still okay with our arrangement?"

I let out a breath and stopped in my track and true to his word a latest model of masareti pulled up. I felt a flint of excitement light up in my blood, I'm no gold digger or anything. I believe in working freaking hard for the life I want but common a little luxury here and there never hurt anyone. The car is literally the darkest shade of midnight of I've ever seen, I'm sure in the night it would be almost invisible and blend into the dark atmosphere except for brake lights. Baron opened the back passenger seat for me and I got in excitedly trying to show it because in still pissed at the guy. “Thank you.” I muttered.

She smiles brightly and because I don’t want to feel awkward, I smile too. A tall, elegant woman approaches wearing a tailor made blouse tucked into a pencil skirt. “Bonsoir, Mesdames.” She says, her voice thick with a French accent. “I am Madame Leclair, the owner of this Maison de luxe; it’s my pleasure to assist you. Please follow me.” She turns, her high heel clicking on the floor.

Charlotte was fixing her hair in the mirror when the girl walked through the door accompanied by a friend. 'He's handsome, isn't he?' Charlotte asked loud and clear, leaving both girls gaping. "The guy who's with me. He's too hot, isn't he? Miss Anonymous Note gave a smug little smile. The girl could only be crazy if she thought Marco would give her a shit just because she was wearing black leather, spread out between pants, jacket and boots. Charlotte was in an exclusive Valentino and her Jimmy Choo was a rare gem. - It is yes. And to be honest, I think he could have been better accompanied.

Alex wears yellow tinted shades as he beats everyone in the cadre of looks and style. Framton, however, was a tough competition. He was dressed to match with his daughter in a dark violet three piece suite and a lavender inner shirt. "Oh! Looking sophisticated, old man!" Cassandra cheers as she applies her lipstick at the end. It was a beautiful hue of maroon and scarlet on her lips. "Not more than yourself, Cassandra. Look at my sons!~" Framton says as he spreads his arms majestically. "Stunning!" He says with an accent, making them laugh.