Mr Fashionable Novels & Stories

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 .

"Mr. Snyder and Anissa are here with me." The echo of footsteps followed his boast, and soon Marciano and Anissa, leading a small entourage, stood at the threshold. They were transformed. Marciano, impeccably dressed, radiated confidence and vitality, an unmistakable air of authority about him. Anissa was a vision in a pale green dress and a soft beige coat, her lustrous black hair cascading over her shoulders. Thanks to Mystical Chubby's handiwork, her skin had regained its porcelain smoothness, her complexion so delicate it seemed a mere puff could mar it. Her smile was subtle, her features exquisite, her figure elegant, her presence regal—a true knockout.

He replied. “OK,” Cora hurried to the counter to get the coffees. “Get me flat white too!” The rich lady yelled. After Cora and Mr. Clem left, Anamika moved her gaze to the rich lady, only to find her rolling some strand of her blond hair on her finger while looking at her man with a coquettish smile. The lady instantly regained her composure and smiled at Anamika. “CEO Mika, the new Mikatin lipstick is so elegant. Because of the love I have for it, I bought five sets. I gifted my friends three sets and they haven’t stopped praising me since.

Damn past! She’ll let the rest of her siblings handle their issues. Tonight, it’s party time. “Oh my! Beautiful Misty! Dear, it’s been long since the last time you were here, how have you been! I’ve got lots of great finds for you!” She was welcomed by a chubby, bald man in a yellow checkered and glittered top. The purple scarf around his neck swayed as he cat-walked towards her and then kissed both sides of her cheek. The owner of the famous Bri’s Salon and Boutique.

He wore an expensive Richard Mille that made a bold statement. As he stepped into the penthouse living room, Alessa was already sitting waiting for him. She had changed the earlier fit she had on and now she wore a long black tight-fitting dress that hugged her body and displayed her curves in the most magnificent fashion possible. Her heel and handbag were a rare type that displayed modern luxury and exclusivity. Her lips radiated with bright red lipstick with matched her all-black outfit and even Marco fit with no initial plan to do that. “Oddio, sei assolutamente bellissima!,” (oh my day, you look absolutely beautiful) Marco said totally unplanned. He had not given her any genuine complim

"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."

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.