Neiman Marcus Fantasy Gifts 2024 の小説・ストーリー

A delivery every hour, it seemed. Gift number eight: a first edition of a classic fashion photography book. Gift number nine: a beautiful silk scarf in shades of blue and silver. Gift number ten: 28 letter expressing how he felt the first day he met me. Gift number eleven: A magazine about me with pictures. Gift number twelve: a gourmet chocolate assortment. Gift number thirteen: a subscription to a prestigious international fashion magazine. Gift number fourteen: a delicate silver bracelet. Each gift was clearly expensive, and felt incredibly personal.

The other one was from a jewelry company which is his gift for Jade. "Here, sweetie, open your gift," Master Javen give the other one first which was not from him. He wanted to know where it came from. Jade open the gift naturally, there were no sender's details. "It's a scarf! I wonder who sent it. It has my name embroidered," Jade was amused with the embroidery. The scarf was expensive as can be seen by the texture of the fabric and the brand name Gucci. "Wow, that's a beautiful scarf," blurted out grandma Adel.

I'm clicking through pages of high-end fashion sites like a man possessed, not even glancing at the totals racking up. But this isn't just me being sugar daddy Santa Claus. Every lavish gift I'm picking out is another strategic move in my master plan designed to achieve one thing: make Mindy mine forever. Each pretty trinket is a shiny link in the chain I'm going to wrap around her bit by bit. Five minutes after finalizing my order, a notification pings – the package is locked and loaded, ready to ship to New York High. I pull my mouth to a grin, then I fire off a quick text to her:

Instead, he had the overwhelming presence of someone who knew how to win. Just then, Cole approached Jennifer with an astonished look. “Ms. York, not only have our orders surpassed a hundred thousand, but we’ve also accumulated tens of thousands in tips from a single major customer!” “Tens of thousands?” Jennifer’s eyes widened. [The Northern Frontier's Runaway Princess gifts a Carnival!] [The Northern Frontier's Runaway Princess gifts a Porsche!] [The Northern Frontier's Runaway Princess gifts a Universe's Heart!] [The Northern Frontier's Runaway Princess gifts…]

"I think this would look great on him. Good choice, sweetheart. You can put it in the cart." "Yay!" Elijah grinned. "This is gonna make him look so stylish." "How about we keep looking? Maybe we can get him more than one gift," Eva suggested. "Yeah, that'll be cool." They strolled into the keepsake section, where shelves were filled with novelty items, photo frames, trinket boxes, and snow globes. "Wooow! Look at this globe!" Elijah said, pointing to a decorative snow globe that lit up from the base. Inside, a miniature New York City skyline was illuminated with soft, colorful lights that sparkled like Christmas morning.

Dozens of them, stacked high, gleaming with ribbons and gold seals from the most exclusive designer brands in the world. “Maren,” Jenna whispered, her pulse spiking. “There’s no one here.” Maren spun, eyes wide. “Just…just gifts. A ridiculous amount of gifts.” Jenna stared in confusion. Maren blinked rapidly. “Are you kidding me? Who…what…Jenna, did you win the lottery and forget to tell me?” One by one, they carried the boxes inside, covering the living room floor. Shoes. Dresses. Jewelry. Scarves. Every single piece screamed luxury, wealth, and obsession.

" As he spoke, he took a beautifully wrapped gift box from one of his men. He was about to hand it over when Maeve jumped in. "It smells amazing! Isn't this Phantome's new limited release, 'Enthrall'? I heard they used a special synthetic musk." Aurelio pulled it back. "Mae, you like it? Then it's yours." Maeve wore a conflicted expression. "I really shouldn't. It's for Wanda. How could I take it from her?" But her eyes flicked my way. She was openly gloating.

"If you keep dragging this conversation off track, you're not gonna like the consequences. And trust me, you don't want to find out." The other end of the line went completely silent. Marcus knew I wasn't bluffing. He understood exactly what I was capable of—and how far my patience stretched. "Alright, alright," Marcus finally sighed, a hint of exasperation in his tone. "Let's pick the damn gift already." He paused briefly, like he was mentally sorting through options. "Females are usually into visual stuff," he said at last, sounding a little more serious. "Good-looking Alphas, stylish bags, pretty clothes, stuff like that."

In the end, it was simply a way of determining who stood on your side… and who didn’t. Earlier, I had thought it sounded a little dramatic. But now… Not so much. I could completely understand the reasoning behind it. With that thought in mind, I calmly began distributing the final batch of gifts. Marcus received a bottle of aged whiskey I had brought back as a souvenir from my trip to Country F. A safe and appropriate gift. Nothing more. Without paying attention to his reaction, I moved on immediately. Fiona received a limited-edition silk scarf from a luxury fashion house alongside an exquisitely packaged perfume set.

After that, we made our way through the pile of gifts, taking turns. I gave Jade a pair of warm mittens with a matching beanie since she was always taking walks in the forest, Marcus a new custom fountain pen because his had broken recently, Grace a book of knitting patterns, and Noah a leatherbound journal. I gave the warriors, Nina and Emerie, each a pair of woollen socks and hand warmers, which they both appreciated.