My Girlfriend's Wardrobe Mga Nobela at Kwento

He mumble, his girlfriend! "Why should I select clothes for your girlfriend?" I asked with gritted teeth. Is he serious right now? "Because your style matches her. I think you both have the same taste of fashions." "Okay fine!" He place his iPad near me so that I can select the dresses. I've already selected five outfits, "is it enough?" I mutter.

“You know getting a place with a built-in wardrobe is expensive.” I looked at her, raising a brow. “Since when did you become conscious of spending?” “Since I became a girlfriend to a responsible man,” she said proudly, tossing her hair. “I feel like a wife already.” I burst into laughter. “Cassia, you’ve been in a relationship for five minutes!” “Five glorious minutes,” she said dramatically. “And I’m loving every second of it.” “Still, you need to move,” I said, shaking my head.

I waved her off and she giggled, shedding the work uniform she looked so appealing in and rummaging quickly through her side of our closet for something to wear. “Give me a break. Also, tell me you’re taking a shower before we go?” I bantered, pulling one of my favorite all black dress shirts over my head. My girlfriend undid her ponytail, and dirty blonde waves tumbled around her shoulders. She turned to cross her big brown eyes at me. “Before bed. I promise. I don’t wanna risk missing Brody’s big announcement.” In seconds, she had a pair of black skinny jeans on paired with my Siberian tiger sweater. She looked great in it.

"Is that you're supposed to be my girlfriend so people are going to look at you everytime we're together and they need to believe it." "People can believe it without seeing my entire thighs." My voice was sharp "Can they though?" He asked. "Yes! They can!" My voice rose. He held up the second one, which was also a short fitted dress. "These are not clothes," I said. "They look like rags dressed as fashion." "They're what you wear to parties." His voice was sharp. "They're what Skylar wears to Parties." I corrected. "I'm not Skylar." "Nobody thinks you're Skylar." He crossed his arms. "But you're supposed to be my girlfriend and my girlfriend doesn't show up looking like she dressed up in the

"Can you?" "Will it work?" I inquired, intrigued. "I can style it," she assured with a confident grin. "Okay, hang on. I have some spares somewhere around here," I said, moving to rummage through the cabinet where I kept my spare clothes for the countless nights I spent at the office. As I sifted through my clothes, a thrill ran through me. The thought of my girlfriend—my Luna— wearing one of my shirts stirred a mix of excitement and happiness. The image of her in my shirt, even if just for the time being…

“Every single person?” “Every. Single. One,” he repeated with confidence. Caterina rolled her eyes but did not argue this time. Instead, she gestured toward my room. “Go on then. Let’s see what you have.” Reluctantly, I turned and led them inside. My wardrobe stood open, dresses neatly arranged, though now they all seemed… wrong. Too fitted. Too revealing. Too dangerous. I moved through them slowly, my fingers brushing against the fabrics as I searched for something that would do more than just look beautiful.

"Asking for your assistance." Why would she need my help? I scrunch my brow. My request for her was short and sweet—My girlfriend needs a completely new wardrobe, with a business focus in mind. Nothing someone of her experience couldn't handle. "Alright then." I push off my desk, my chair wheeling in the opposite direction. "Tell her I'll be out in a moment."

God, I had no idea and because I was terrified she might change her mind when she heard that I changed the subject, "please wear something very comfortable on this date. Not your normal clothes..." She looked at herself, "What's wrong with my normal clothes..." I shook my head and shrugged, "I think imma have to help you with your wardrobe, you look like an eighty year old lady... I mean your clothes scream Dr Katherine Omarley..." She pushed me slightly when she saw a smirk on my face, "Shut up... and just leave before I..." I smirked, "Before you what?" She smirked, "nothing.... is your friend girlfriend okay?" God... Umhh I prayed the look on my face isn't giving it away. I smiled, "she l

"Janice, Zane picked up a lot for me on the way here. I already have enough clothes, so just buy some for yourself." But my girlfriend didn't want to hear about it. "Look, here are some nice sexy denim shorts with jackets. My brother won't believe his eyes when he sees you in them, Joanna. Just try a few." She was already taking the set off the hanger and shoving me toward the dressing room. Just as we were about to open the door, it swung wide with a sudden jerk from inside, causing me to bump into a woman hastily exiting.

He also looked so miserable that time, his hair was very messy then maybe they had a fight with his girlfriend or maybe they broke up. Psh if I was his girlfriend I wouldn't let him go! He is very handsome and obviously kind, moreover, a gentleman. After I washed up I put on one of the dresses he gave me. It's color white and it's also beyond the knee but this one is sleeveless. I was about to go to bed when I remembered that I had left my cellphone and bag in the living room. I immediately left the room when I arrived in the living room and I saw Eros frowning.