Perona Outfit Novels & Stories

he answered with a hoarse voice. "I know and I don't mind. I've also seen better" bending, she opened the bag and took out the dress Pippa had brought. A navy blue and white chiffon that was conservative but sexy as well. The long sleeved, deep V-neck sarong style dress had a zip on the back. Pulling it up, she walked to where he was and turned around saying "A little help please"

"Any other option?" "Yes," he pulled out another matching piece. "This," the one Serenity bought. Red leather skinny pants and matching jacket with white front zipper and white zipper pockets and chains. "You need to wear this one," he laughed. It was good, but something told me she would like the black bomber piece better. The floral sequin and embroidery gave the black outfit a colorful touch, and she loves colors. Smiling, I pointed at the black one. "Really?" I nodded. He shrugged, tossing the red one back on the bed. "Suit yourself. Should I help you with your hair?"

While Dia was hell nervous but Ira and Farha managed to make her cheerful. Dia was wearing a brown beige sharara with golden embroidery and stone work on it while Farha had a white long skirt with brown and red print work and a white blouse with golden net tunic flare jacket on it. Ira was wearing a pistachio green lehenga with jacket having long slit sleeves. Karan was wearing light classic beige embroidery work of white colour on sherwani while Sammy was wearing a plain white sherwani with golden fine lines print.

Seraphina sat down on a couch in the fashion house, watching the movements of everyone of the workers that were currently in the room. Just a little above fifteen that were in the room at that point in time. “No,” she rose to her feet, approaching one of the ladies that had an armband on her left arm. “Not that way!” She hissed, taking the female jean from the lady, before placing it below a black polo that had the logo of a female cheetah head at the side, and the lady stood at her side, clasping both hands behind her back.

"Put that on. Keep the ears and tail." The "outfit" made Patrina's breath catch in her throat. A brown leather top that would barely cover her breasts, leaving her midriff entirely exposed. The matching bottoms were little more than a skirt split at the back to accommodate the tail still belted around her waist. Paw-like slippers completed the outfit. The fabric was butter-soft against her fingers, clearly expensive despite its scandalous design. "I can't wear this in public," she protested, holding the garments away from her body as if they might bite.

The clothing that he buy were total of 106 pair of clothes with different styles. 'Nevermind, it's okay since I don't have money and I'm not the one who buys it anyways. I'm just gonna choose a good outfit for today. I can't let my day ruined by my outfit.' Zelia said on her inner mind and she choose a pair of clothes which she wanted to dress for today. The outfit that she choose for her pants is a wide leg grey pants while she can't choose for her upper body since the other was all dresses, and robes.

This was the kingdom he had fought for—not an empire of blood and shadow, but a home. "If you pull on that collar any harder, you're going to tear the stitching," a soft, amused voice teased from behind him. Killian turned. Seraphina stood there, completely stripped of her royal finery. She wore a simple, beautifully tailored dress of forest-green linen, her silver hair woven into a thick, practical braid that hung over her shoulder. She wore no jewelry, no crests, and no markings of the palace. To anyone passing by, she was simply a beautiful woman enjoying the afternoon sun.

SUNSET CITY All three candidates were wearing spandex. Norval wore black spandex with blue accents on his shoulders, chest, and knees. The colourful padding had both an aesthetic appeal and an utilitarian purpose in that it offered cushioning to the areas it was placed over. Jalon wore a black spandex suit with red accents, while Luciana wore a black spandex suit with pink accents.

Shaking her head negatively, Noira replied, "You clearly have no idea how many ceremonies there are before the main event, do you?" Dirk shook his head and muttered, "No," then sat down and pulled the silk garment from the sofa. It was soft to the touch and looked very light, almost like a cloud, unlike anything else he had ever worn before. He lifted the garment, examining it, turning it slowly between his palms and admiring the delicate details carved into its length. A thin golden chain was tied to one end, and the other end was secured by what looked like an intricate golden clasp set into a black velvet pouch. The outfit consisted of four layers made of gold fabric that seemed to stretc

Christian threatened and left for his room to get ready. *** While wearing a wristwatch in her hand, Mishka was thinking about Christian’s behaviour, “How dare he!! He himself said I look cute in specs, and then he said I look ugly…” “Madame, you are looking absolutely stunning in this dark maroon dress. But what does this outfit called? I have never seen someone wearing such a dress.” Agatha asked, completely stopping Mishka’s trail of thoughts. “It’s Anarkali Suit, quite famous traditional womenswear in India,” Mishka answered and started applying eyeliner, but after a few moments, she turned to Agatha. “Agatha, do you think I am ugly?”