Novel & Cerita Mr Fashionable

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.

" he called back as his face held a wide grin. They ran into each other's arms holding themselves like two lovers who had been separated for years. Like seriously, what do they think they're doing right now. They unlocked from the hug and laughed. "You've gotten more handsome since the last time I saw you" the strange lady cooed cupping his cheeks. "Are you kidding me, you're looking more pretty" Nicholas replied and she giggled. I stood blinking my eyes rapidly at the live drama in front of me. Okay, it seems I've become invisible. I walked past them and trudged up the stairs.

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.

Dressed in a tailored tuxedo, he was greeted with admiration and camera flashes, as his presence at such events was often a sign of significant business deals to come. Following him, a crimson Ferrari 488 Spider came to a stop. The driver's seat was occupied by none other than Madison Riley, the famous actress, who was known for starring in many blockbuster movies and tv series. She emerged in a magnificent designer gown that accentuated her beauty, drawing the attention of fashion enthusiasts who eagerly discussed her impressive outfits.

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

"Wait until you start getting fitted for tailored suits by Francesca." "She's the person who wrote this list for me, right?" Jasmine nodded, a slight frown on her face. "That's Francesca. She's got a really great eye for dressing people." "But..." Mark added, guessing there was more. Jasmine smiled. "But she's arrogant and a nuisance, and believes that fashion is the ultimate reason for the human race being on the planet." Mark laughed. "Sounds like a joy to work with." "Fortunately it doesn't happen very often, or my schedule would be shot to hell by brunch on a daily basis."