Romans & histoires Mr Fashionable

I asked. "Not." Maki took a deep breath, it seemed like she was having a hard time continuing her sentence. "You are beautiful, very beautiful." "Did you really mean what you said?" I watched myself. I have a sleeveless red one piece dress attached to my body, the dress is above the knee so that every curve of my legs is clearly visible. And also with Laisse paisse shoes, 10 cm. Huffh... I'm still not used to this superstar life. Likewise with the charity party that was held this time. Not only the artists and filmmakers who came, but other artists and also big businessmen.

"There's going to be a lot of people here tonight. More are expected to arrive. If she doesn't find anyone tonight, she has all season. If she decides she's not ready this year, Pierre will be standing by to get her out and up to her room safely." Lady Violet smiled and kissed her husband, then left to check on her daughter's dress. Ms. Lola, the seamstress, was given a room just so she could make the dress. Lady Violet designed the dress herself. It was the most beautiful dress Ms. Lola had ever made or seen. It was made of purple silk and lace fabric with silver trimming and accenting along the bottom. The bodice and waist were lined with real diamonds. The shoes matched her dress perfectl

My heart quickened as she noticed me and made her way toward me, weaving through the sea of people with practiced ease. Mrs. Moore wore her typical fur coat over an extravagant white power suit and dark sunglasses, even though it wasn’t sunny outside. She styled her peppered golden brown hair in a high ponytail, which stretched her features and made her look younger. She really was a beautiful woman. No wonder Kat was a stunning beauty.

Lisa complimented. “Thanks and so do you!.” I answered. She is wearing a long sleeve royal blue lace gown and since she is seated, I could not fully understand the design of the gown. “Beautiful? I don’t think so! You look like an unfashionable teenager dressed for prom!.” Chase date spat. Since she is looking at me, I could clearly see her face now. It is Clara Madison, a supermodel. I frown at her comment. I don’t know what really offended her. I might not be the best dress on this occasion but one thing I know is that my dress is not as bad as she pointed it to be.

The maids reassured me with a smile, as they said that it’s gonna be okay. After hours of exhausting training, Damien and his parents entered the training grounds; and the very first thing that caught their eye was the sight of me pulling the gun’s trigger, and ended up shooting next to the bull’s eye. They looked at me with amusement, and soon after, Damien walked closer to me with a proud look on his face. “Not bad,” he smirked. I looked back at him, as I smiled. Damien’s eyes were fixed on me; not a second of turning away. We’re like lovers who hold the most genuine feelings towards each other. A model having an affair with one of the strongest mafia bosses in the world. What could be pos

It's your boss's orders. Safira wore the first dress. It was a long, tight red dress with a very revealing neckline and no back, which prevented her from wearing a bra. There was a slit in the skirt that revealed her leg to the hip. Golden 10-inch stiletto shoes with a matching bag. She could barely walk, but the older woman's reaction made her blush when she opened the door. - Fucking hell mother of god. – the French exclaimed in the most perfect English. - Excuse me, Mr. Dixon, Mr. Sousa is here.

Sitting on a plush European-style velvet sofa, Emily frowned slightly. She remembered the beauty salons she visited with Mignon and Odelia, where membership fees started at a million. Clearly, Nora Frank's position as a mistress wasn't as privileged as she had expected. Lost in these thoughts, a welcoming voice brought her back to the present. Emily looked towards the entrance and saw a woman in a wealthy matron's attire, wearing sunglasses, walk in. "Miss Frank, this way, please." Her personal beauty consultant greeted her and led her to a sofa near Emily, "Please wait here for a moment."

In a stunning ensemble that complemented her brand-new haircut flawlessly, Melissa arrived at Max's apartment to pick up Adina, and the grandeur of the occasion was further accentuated by the opulent limousine that awaited them. As Melissa stepped out, her outfit exuded a captivating blend of masculine and feminine aesthetics, a true testament to her unique style. Melissa, adorned in a silk shirt that harmonized beautifully with the color of Adina's dress, descended the stairs with the gallant assistance of Ruan, who couldn't help but admire her radiant appearance.

That was new. “Fine,” he said, smoothing his tie and forcing the anger down. “Send her in.” Moments later, Allison appeared in the doorway, perfectly polished as always, dressed in a Chanel suit with a tiny fascinator perched on her head. Marcus eyed the hat. “What, heading to the races after this?” “It’s called fashion, Marcus. You wouldn’t understand,” she shot back, rolling her eyes before gliding into the room and sitting down with deliberate grace. He tilted his head, studying her. “Alright, what’s the angle? You’re acting weirdly polite today.”

I smiled politely. “Yes. I’ll come.” Madison clapped happily. “I knew you’d say yes.”She pointed playfully at me“And don’t disappoint me.” “I won’t.” “Oh!” She suddenly remembered something.“There is one important thing.” “What is it?” “The dress code.”She grinned mischievously.” The dress code is hot and sexy” I nearly choked.“Excuse me?” She burst into laughter. “I want everybody looking their absolute best.” She stood up, picked up her handbag, and adjusted her sunglasses.