Novel & Cerita Our Closet

I said. Felix smirked. “Why don’t you go ahead and see what’s inside?” “What’s inside?” Bewildered, I made my way over to the large mahogany door that guarded what I could only assume to be a walk-in closet. I had assumed right, but that wasn’t the most shocking part. All of the clothes I had tried on from the day Felix took me shopping hung in the closet, tags still on. I whirled around to face him. “What’s all this?” I demanded to know, aware that my voice was shaking due to the lump in my throat.

Two white chairs were positioned in front of it, inviting anyone to sit and take their time. Approaching the closet door, anticipation welled up within Catherine. She flung it open, revealing a spacious walk-in closet already filled with a dazzling array of clothes. Along the center of the closet, tall shoe racks stood in an orderly line, showcasing stilettos, flats, and sneakers in abundance. Hayden looked at her with a mix of hope and fear. "Don't you like it? I'll make adjustments, but please don't say anything to any of them," she pleaded, anxiety etched across her features as she followed Catherine into the closet.

“If you’d bothered to check the closet instead of attempting another idiotic escape, you would’ve seen a mountain of them. All in your size. All for you.” Carter froze mid-bite. “What?” He marched over to what he’d assumed was just decorative panelling and yanked it open. His jaw dropped. The closet was enormous, so much space inside that you could fit a small house in there. Rows upon rows of clothes hung on expensive wooden hangers, organized by colour and style. Shoes lined the bottom shelves, everything from sneakers to dress shoes to boots. There was a jewellery drawer filled with watches and cufflinks that probably cost an unfathomable amount of money.

My closet had the most beautiful dresses and sexiest lingerie sets, the best of makeup products and what I knew to be millions worth of jewellery. I spent the entire day in my closet because I couldn't believe I had a closet the size of an entire house. There was levels to the closet too- three levels. One entire level dedicated to shoes and handbags, the other dedicated to dresses and clothes and the last one simply jewellery with multiple mirrors where I could do my makeup and check myself out.

’ Kyra joked in my mind. I stood up and walked to the closet to get some clothes for the day. Closet isn’t the right word for this space. It’s more like a dressing room than a closet. I was pleasantly surprised to see my clothes and shoes had been organized in the same way I would’ve organized them. I put on my clothes and picked up my shoes before walking out of the closet. There’s a small, cushioned bench outside the closet door, and I sat down to put my shoes on. Easton walked over and offered me his hand before I stood up.

The room was a fashionista's paradise, with floor-to-ceiling shelves lined with exquisite gowns, dresses, and tops in every color of the rainbow. The closet was immaculately organized, with each item carefully placed and spaced to maximize the available space. Lian's eyes widened as he scanned the room, taking in the sheer number of beautiful clothes on display. He walked further into the closet, his feet sinking into the plush carpet. The air was filled with the scent of fresh fabric and the soft glow of LED lights highlighted the intricate details of each garment. Lian's fingers trailed over the fabrics, feeling the softness of silk, the roughness of tweed, and the luxuriousness of velvet.

She led me to the closet. The closet was so large I could not help but gasp. Luckily, she had closed the door because I gasped so loud, it would have been embarrassing for them to hear. It was literally a clothes boutique, so stylish, so gorgeous. There were rakes and shelves of clothes. Everything was automated, the rakes turning in a circular movement. The were long glass top shelves that I soon realized held such stunning jewellery. We passed the male section into the female section where it was literal heaven. So many dresses, so many breathtaking clothes a hundred percent my style. “When did he do this?”

When she flung the door open, I gasped in surprise. “Violet! This looks like a P*******t board!” “I know right?” she beamed. “This is what happens when boredom meets a little painkiller and a lot of online shopping.” I laughed and stepped in. The closet wasn’t overly large, but it was neatly organized. On one side were her shoes, heels, boots, flats, all arranged like a fashion boutique. On the other side, her clothes were lined up from casuals to workwear to night-out outfits.

There's a chandelier in the middle of the ceiling and to my left is a door. I open it and can barely contain the gasp that slips past my lips when I step into Aaron's closet. I knew my husband was loaded but I don't think I actually understood to what extent. The closet is like a museum, streaked with expensive fabrics and sharp tailoring. Suits in every shade of grey, blue, and black hang in perfectly spaced rows, interrupted only by sections dedicated to more casual wear. Cashmere sweaters, designer denim, and an assortment of polished leather jackets line another section of the wall.

I pressed my back against the door and released a breath I didn’t even know I was holding. I walked over to the closet, my eyes scanning the array of clothes spread out before me. There were so many the closet could have been mistaken for a boutique. I hadn’t worn most of the clothes and almost all of them still had their tags on them. Ryker had ordered the clothes to my room, but they never felt like mine.