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He seemed relieved like a boarding had been lifted off his shoulders. Lena hit him as she jumped off her bed and landed on the ground. She walked over to her closet and pulled out an outfit. “What do you think about this??!” Lena asked Mason. She held the dress above her head in a playful manner and wiggled it showing it to Mason. Mason's eyes followed the dress as it danced around in Lena's hands “Nope something else” Mason isn’t a fan of dresses he admired her when she wore trousers, shorts and tops more than when she wore a dress.

Like breathing. After twenty minutes, the lab feels warmer. Calmer. The beginning of a small woven panel starts forming beneath my hands. This is how stories begin in fabric. Thread by thread. Memory by memory. I'm so focused I don't hear the door open. But I feel it. That strange sensation of being watched. I look up. And freeze. Standing in the doorway—coat damp from rain—is Adrian Hale. For a moment neither of us speaks. The fluorescent light above us flickers slightly.

He didn’t bother asking her opinion, just led her straight to the couture outlet. Inside, Tessa was presented with rows of gowns that shimmered under the soft lights. Raymond excused himself to take a call, leaving her standing there among silks and sequins that felt like costumes for someone else’s life. She trailed her fingers across the fabrics, sighing. Two years married, and this was the first time he’d ever brought her here. Behind her, the sales associates whispered, not nearly as quietly as they thought. “That’s Mrs. Anderson? No wonder he’s having an affair.”

It was a fashion lover’s dream—a collection that spanned every style imaginable, from crisp suits to casual streetwear, all arranged with an almost obsessive attention to detail. "I thought you might appreciate this," Rage said, stepping inside the closet. He ran his hand over a row of perfectly hung blazers, his fingers brushing against the fabric with a kind of reverence. My breath caught in my throat as I took in the sheer variety of clothing. I had known Rage was well-dressed, but this… this was something else entirely. This wasn’t just about looking good—this was passion. Fashion was more than just a necessity for him; it was something he truly loved.

At the end we left the store with 3 bags full of shirts, shoes and pants. As I walk I have the slight impression that someone is watching me. It's a strange and uncomfortable feeling, so I secretly turn around in search of something. It only takes me a few seconds to go through my entire environment, but I can't find anything. I shake my head and focus on Karla and the road They are my ideas " I liked the shoes "I tell Karla to lighten the mood " White is your color. "I think the same"she smiles as her cheeks turn a dull pink

THE CONTRACT Lilian stood in front of her father as he presented her the contract and her step sister abandoned wedding dress. With tears streaming down her face , she yelled at him “ You can’t do this to me! You can’t make me seriously put on a wedding dress and walk down the aisle to a man waiting for Cindy!”. “ I can’t just throw two years of my life to a man I don’t know!. What do I tell Ben?. I already said yes to his proposal”.

I put the dress into the trolley without looking at the price tag. I don't care about the price because I must buy the dress. I bought 2 other dresses in that section before leaving there. I saw Sebastian holding a blue shirt, a white and blue polo and a face cap. He bought two of the same type of clothes, so I asked him why he bought two and he said he just saw the two and his mind told him to pick the two. "Are you expecting two boys," I asked him "Well, I think you will be having two boys"

Boredom gnawed at him like a persistent itch, urging him to break free from the dullness of the quiet guest house. He craved excitement, adventure—anything to rid himself of the heavy lethargy weighing him down. So, what better plan than to head out to the clubs? Without a second thought, Bryan dashed to his room, his heart pounding with anticipation. He rummaged through his wardrobe, tossing aside shirts and pants until he found the perfect outfit: a sleek black shirt and jeans that hugged his frame just right. Minutes later, Bryan stood before the mirror, adjusting his collar and running a hand through his tousled hair. Satisfied with his appearance, he grabbed his wallet and left the room