Mr Fashionable Novels & Stories

I needed to keep reminding myself of that. “Well that’s an honest answer if I ever heard one,” Amy laughed. “I chose luxury fashion because my mother always had a flare for fashion. She was a collector of bags and shoes. And she had far more clothes than one human should ever have.” Miles’s eyes moved to meet mine before they moved back to Amy. “She loved Bravano, La Teserié and Machiavelli. Those brands were some of her favorites and I saw it only fitting to place them under the MSG umbrella.”

I was stopped in my tracks when I spotted a very fashionable woman cause a scene at the cafe on the ground floor of our building. All I can do is watch the woman walks passed me, after finally getting what she wanted and going into the building oozing with so much confidence that I can't help but be overawed by her presence. She reminds me of all the spoiled brats that I encountered in my life. It has been almost three years since I stopped living that kind of life. It’s been almost three years since I left the life that I grew up with behind.

She had that look of sophistication and boredom about her, like she had seen this all before and only wanted it to be over “Lucien Rodrigues, I am glad you could make it and this must be your fiancée and fashion goddess; Mara Sinclair. This is my wife, Lauretta and she is a huge fan of your designs.” The man said. “It is an honor to be here” Mara told him as she shook the hand he held out. She turned to the wife who now wore her best hostess face although it was clear how much of a fan she was of the brand “I cannot wait to see the stunning clothes you are going to release soon, I am a huge fan” Lauretta said

Roxanne already made up her mind not to cross her feisty boss. Freddy led her to an empty chair in front of a mirror and began to work his magic. He arranged her hair properly and gave her smoky eyeshadow and red lipstick. Roxanne couldn't recognize herself when he was done. She thought she looked like one of those foxy models that posed for magazines. "That's the wardrobe, baby girl. Pick whatever suits you. Oh and here's your mask." Freddy handed her a pink mask. Roxanne wanted ask why she needed a mask if she had makeup on but Freddy was whisked away by another female that had just arrived.

one of her business partners complimented, shaking her hand warmly. “Thank you. Please, go inside and take a seat. The show will begin soon.” With her usual grace, she guided the woman in. “Ahh! Evelyn, dazzling as always,” came a rich voice behind her. She turned, smiling warmly. “Monsieur Rousseau, glad you could make it.” The man—early thirties, stylish in a tailored navy suit with a silk pocket square—gave her a gentle hug. “If you call me, I will leave everything behind. It is a rare privilege to work with the fashion goddess herself,” he said in a thick French accent, admiration dripping from every word.

I took at her face trying to see through her but she was just laughing with Leon. I ran my hand through my hair in frustration, I brought my attention to Leon when I heard him whistle, he gestured with his head for me to look at the door and I did. All eyes were on Madison as she walked into the hall in a dark red strapless high slit dress with black pencil heels and purse to match, her makeup was on point, and her hair was done into curls, and from afar I could see the original diamond jewelry on her neck, wrist and ears.

He eyed my outfit—an elegant champagne silk Dolce & Gabbana midi dress, Jimmy Choo stilettos, Chanel bag, Cartier jewelry, hair in soft waves, and makeup perfectly polished. “With that outfit?” he asked, clearly caught off guard. “Why not? Don’t I look dazzling?” I teased. He could only sigh. “Yes, Madame.” His surprise only made me smile wider. Today, I wanted to feel confident—and maybe just a little daring. As we headed downstairs, Shaun asked, “Are we going straight to the municipality?” “We are,” I said, “but first, McDonald’s. I’m craving fast food.” He looked stunned. “McDonald’s, Madame?”

she inquired, her voice laced with politeness, as she assessed Mona Lisa from head to toe. Mona Lisa looked striking in her outfit. She wore a vibrant red pantsuit that was tailored to perfection, exuding both elegance and confidence. Her blonde hair was styled in a full ponytail, adding a touch of sophistication to her appearance. Her makeup was tasteful, with a mild application that accentuated her features. A bold red lipstick provided a stunning contrast to the rest of her ensemble.

Her voice was smug. “Sabrina, do you like this dress? “Aaron had it custom-designed for me by a top designer. There’s only one like it in the world.” I ignored her, but she wasn’t about to give up. She went on. “And these earrings? They’re made by one of the best designers in the world.” I was about to snap at her to back off when I noticed the bracelet on her wrist. My heart instantly sank. It looked exactly like the heirloom bracelet my grandmother, Hannah Saddler, left me before she passed.

Fress had golden tan skin, light blue almond shaped eyes, and light brown freckles throughout his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. He had his dark brown, medium length, hair done in a curly quiff hairdo, and he was muscular. He wore dark blue jeans, black loafers, a white long sleeve button up shirt, a solid blue tie, and had his fitted serge colored blazer open. His teeth were bright white and sparkled in the light and he had a stubbly dark brown beard and mustache that went around his pinkish bow lips. He cracked a smile at Beau saying, "It's not very gentleman-like to talk to a lady about someone else don't you think Beau Bax." Beau sighed, saying, "You're right. I'm sorry I should be m