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And then I think about Finn. And my fucking family. God. Eventually, I climb out, dry off, and step back into Knox’s bedroom. I wrap a towel around myself and head to his closet, rifling through shelves for the clothes I came in. Nothing. I can't find them. Weird. After searching everywhere, I start poking through his clothes instead. Knox Hartley has the most extensive collection of black clothing I’ve ever seen. Black shirts. Black pants. Black jackets. Even black socks, all rolled with military precision.

This had never felt like home. She slipped into the small side room where the Alpha's outer garments were stored. Racks of cloaks in dark, heavy fabrics lined the walls, smelling of leather and pine and something distinctly male. Orion's scent—stronger than the rest, clean and wild like a storm over the mountains—hung thickest on the largest of them. Luna's hand hovered for an instant before she reached for his black cloak, the one lined in dark grey fur. Her fingertips brushed the edge, and a faint shiver ran down her arms.

Amora sighed her hand over her heart. "We will send some of our warriors, just in case. They had left just as you arrived," Orion said, standing tall. He was wearing a long white jacket over his bare chest; bits of gold threading and expensive-looking leaf jewels stood out on the neck of his collar, all the way down to the bottom of his jacket. Willa wore something similar, except a tea-length dress and a low-cut top. "We will have a lot of fun. We can do a spa day. Remember when we did that, Amora?" Amora nodded slowly, her heart still clutching her chest.

Like this all the famous brand showcased their designs in PFW, it was the time for OF house to showcase their designs, all the audience along with judges and the Hosts were eagerly waiting for it, first of all OF the house designs always captured everyone’s attention no one could budge from their seats seeing their designs, but this they all were curious coz the almighty king SSO had given the chance to students, they all were eager to know whether they could pull it like always Ankush team (Anjali and Ria) Their models displayed their designs The silhouette was built from the shoulders down, sculpted and peaked on a leather motocross jacket and textured knits. Puffer coats layered over body

"Actually, I…" Ollie hesitantly attempted to explain. "Miles, where did you get those clothes you are wearing?" Catelyn asked abruptly, interjecting him. Ollie's eyes widened, and he felt his heart drop to his stomach when he realized she was suspecting the clothes he was wearing. Catelyn circled to the boy's back and flipped his collar outward, only to find the Banpoint label. It was a french children-wear luxury brand that emphasized on both modesty and glamor.

Every piece named after something meaningful: “Liora Dress,” flowing, soft, in sage and oatmeal. “Elara Top,” simple, elegant, with subtle embroidery. “Marcus Jacket,” tailored, strong, with hidden pockets for secrets. “Lucy Shawl,” warm, knitted texture, timeless. And at the top: “Proceeds support the Lior Foundation, families healing from abuse, separation, and trauma.” Sloane looked up, met Ophelia’s eyes.

I mumbled and I could see Onyx trying so hard to hold her laugh within her. "Stop being so grumpy, Luisxer," she said, coming to the rescue of her best friend. She wore rainbow-colored lingerie and it made me question her taste in undies and lingerie. Most girls I do see, their lingerie is mostly black or red or some sexy color or something. And who the fuck wears lingerie to a pool, is not Onyx with her wild mind and taste for adventure.

Dad laughs. I grab some black jeans and under garments. When I open the Nike box, I am utterly shocked. These custom spiderman air force ones are everything I needed. I pull the shirt out of the box, and I am so giddy. It is a characteristic version of me and Onyx in spiderman suits. The back of the shirt says, “Spider gang” and has all of the families’ names on the back. I quickly get the shirt on and head out to the backyard where the party is in full swing.

The male rolled his eyes dramatically but dropped his arms and relaxed his stance. “It's evolved since then, Lex. If you want to know what I’m talking about, go look,” Azrin gave the offending garment a sidelong glance and grimaced. Hanging there, it looked normal enough. Omegan clothing was usually tight-fitting and designed to showcase desirable attributes like a supple chest and flaring hips. Sheer teal silk with gold embroidered cutouts.

“Oh, I need shoes to match the clothing being made, but I don’t know what those will look like yet.” I look to Onyx for assistance. “Are you having May and Bob design your clothing?” Skeeter asks as he scribbles notes. “Yes,” Onyx replies for me. “I can meet with them and coordinate the shoes based on their design. If permitted, I will throw in a few pairs of flats and sneakers that will match anything?” “I think that would be great. Thank you, Skeeter. It was very nice to meet you.” I state. “Thanks, Skeeter. We will see you soon.” Onyx shakes his hand and grips it tighter than he should. “You are welcome.” Skeeter stutters out in pain.