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"THIS IS... room 203-A? Ah, right." Alesteria look up from her schedule, the one Laroi gave her, as she looks up to the little sign by the door while any students are looking at her, who is wearing the academy's uniform. It looks so foreign on Alesteria, they noted. It was just a simple black uniform, with a plaid skirt and white long sleeve, a black tie, and black coat with the academy's patch sewed on the right side, pockets on each side of the coat and skirt.

Black tight crop top with long sleeves was complimented with a checkered school-girl skirt in different shades of grey, finished with spikey black leather combat boots. As soon as Ada and Damien walked in, the woman hopped off her lazy lying position and all but ran towards them.

“Let’s do this.” By the end of the day, Fleming has railroaded me into a whole new wardrobe. What we come out with can only be described as “dark academia meets romantic goth”. Floral sundresses with rose and olive green cardigans, form-fitting black and gray knit dresses with flared skirts, a pile of pleated miniskirts and knit midi pencil skirts, a pleated brown tweed midi skirt with tan and mustard turtleneck sweaters, a gauzy white sundress with Swiss dots and lace, a black version of the same, a few velvet and knit tops and velvet babydoll dresses, a black sleeveless corset top, a faux leather knee-length burgundy skirt, a knee-high pair of black riding boots with block heels, a brown p

******* Gala Preparation Final Meeting: As the newly appointed Boss Lady of "Flawless," I confidently strode into the elegantly decorated conference room, clutching my meticulously crafted plan of action. Dressed to impress, I wore a striking off-the-shoulder sweater blouse in a vibrant green apple hue that hugged my frame just right, paired with chic, wide-leg white trousers that flowed gracefully with every step. The six-inch heel pumps I chose added a touch of height and sophistication, ensuring all eyes were on me. The atmosphere buzzed with anticipation as the ladies, adorned in cheerful shades of pink—symbolizing femininity, unity, and readiness—prepared and looked forward to an evenin

I leaned forward slightly to adjust the AC, making sure my off-shoulder blouse slipped lower on one shoulder, revealing more cleavage. Tristan’s grip on the steering wheel tightened until his knuckles turned white. A few minutes later, he finally broke. “Why the fuck are you wearing this to your school?” he growled, voice low and rough. I turned to look at him innocently, batting my lashes. “It’s not school, Tristan. It's a university. And this is normal for fashion design students.” His jaw clenched hard. “Normal? That skirt barely covers your ass, Maya. Every bastard there is going to be staring at what’s mine.”

Manyata said with a smile The girls shook their head and drop the topic. Kashvi came back after doing her business. The girls were ready for their first day of college. Manyata wore a royal blue off shoulder top with white jeans and make a pony tail of her hairs. Kashvi wore a red colour jump suit and left her hair open And Ashvi wore shorts and a bla ck crop top. And make a top bun of her hairs. "ready girls? Come on we will be late for our first lecture," Manyata said

Saturday evening arrived with the heavy, humid promise of early summer. The air in the duplex was thick, the rattling window AC unit in the living room struggling to keep up with the rising temperature. I stood in front of the full-length mirror attached to the back of my closet door. The midnight blue satin draped over my frame like liquid shadow. It was so impossibly simple compared to the armor I usually wore to survive Blackridge Academy. There were no layers to hide behind, no oversized hoodies or protective beanies. The cowl neckline dipped elegantly, and the thin straps left my shoulders bare. I had pinned my hair up into a loose, messy twist, leaving a few dark strands to frame my fa

Astrid The academy looks like it was carved out of frost and giant stones. Cold. Clean. Intimidating. Just like everything my mother loves. The black-and-silver uniform clings to my skin like armor — well pressed charcoal black blazer , a silver shirt, knee length flared skirt and ankle socks... suffocating. My boots echo too loudly as I walk through the main hall. Marble floors. High ceilings. Glass walls that reflect versions of myself I don’t recognize. Do they know who I am? I wonder.

Masked dances, explosions, Krystal’s mocking laughter, Rowan’s pained gaze—they haunted her still. She rose slowly, her bare feet brushing against the cool stone floor. Today, like every day at the Academy, she would wear the assigned white dress—a gown identical to those worn by every other girl. The long, flowing sleeves brushed her wrists, the high neckline pressed gently against her collarbone, and the bodice was simple, unadorned, leaving little room for personal expression. Yet, as she smoothed the fabric over her shoulders, she reminded herself that poise and grace could speak where fabric could not.

“They chose the wrong opponent, Girls,“ said the perky Girl. *** “The color of my lipstick isn't too bright?” asked Gadis who was not yet willing to put down the small mirror in her hand. She was wearing a maroon red blouse with long sleeves that she rolled up to show off the latest bracelet from Velue, which Gadis thought was very elegant, and black fabric pants. It fits perfectly around the girl's slim body.