Pretty Little Thing Set Novels & Stories

Sage’s POV I hadn’t worn heels in what felt like a lifetime. I wobbled in front of the mirror, fluffing my curls and trying not to twist my ankle before we even left the apartment. Beth was already waiting by the door, looking like a goddess in a black mini dress and hoop earrings that could double as weapons. “Come on, slowpoke,” she yelled, grinning. “We’re late and I need you drunk enough to tolerate Kara’s music taste.”

SABRINA MORALES A young boy was standing in front of the elevator, his headphones blasting music loud enough for me to hear from across the room. He nodded his head to the beat as he waited for the elevator to return. There was only one elevator, so I stood with him, holding the gift bag under one arm while window shopping on the new Metsy website. “Cute,” I said out loud when a pink pearl jewelry set loaded. I considered buying it. The boy and I locked eyes for a second. I looked away, scrolling past the beautiful jewelry set.

Lucky for me, he couldn't see inside my head, or I'd be in trouble for being so shameless. "Dr. Lambert, are we finished?" "Yes. Let me show you how to use this toy." With that, Jerry pulled a box from below and opened it. Inside were toys in various lengths and girths, with veins that made them look strikingly real. I felt my face heat up instantly. Keeping a perfectly serious expression, Jerry went on to explain everything in detail. "These toys are designed to help with desensitization. After applying the medication, you can use a toy repeatedly to gradually reduce sensitivity. Many of your sensitive areas are located deep inside, so this tool is essential."

“It’s fine, I guess.” To my surprise, he immediately added it to our cart. I shook my head and continued wandering through the aisles. My gaze landed on a little knit set then—a little sweater, pants, and a hat. It was a deep maroon color, with little lilies of the valley embroidered up the sleeves of the sweater and a ring of the same flowers around the brim of the hat. I couldn’t help but smile. Pausing, I ran my fingers over the soft fabric, allowing myself to momentarily imagine my child—boy or girl, it didn’t matter—wearing the little set.

Camille insisted on her getting it on every color. She had a pink, purple, and off white one just like it, but the one that she was drawn to was a rose gold baby doll set. It had ribbons, and snaps and there was a thong that went with it. Camille picked it out originally for herself, but decided that it would be sexier on your skintone. She packed them along with other bra and pantie sets. Once all of her things were prepared for her trip, she readied herself for bed.

Craning up to the mirror above the hearth, she checks her reflection. Mmmming, she takes off the hat, folds down the pointy end to a jaunty angle, then puts it back on. Larry's voice is dry. "Very fetching, Mitch." Her eyes sparkle. "Yes, I thought so." She unrolls a curl of paper. "What is the best kind of Christmas shopping?" "Elf service!" Then she examines the small plastic packet which popped out with it, opens it and tips the contents onto the table-top; a jewellery set; bead bracelet in gaudy colours, necklace and a matching ring in cheap gilt.

Elaborate embroidery wove intricate patterns into the fabric, and delicate pearls scattered across its surface. Her heart raced as she turned her attention to the next box, slightly smaller but equally alluring. Lifting its lid revealed a pair of glistening silver stilettos, each heel reflecting the soft light of the room, promising elegance with every step. The final box, petite and understated in comparison, held a treasure that took her breath away: a pair of exquisite diamond earrings, their facets catching the light and throwing tiny rainbows across the walls.

“Your favorite.” Jen runs her fingers over the cover like she is afraid it might disappear. “How did you even?” “I have my ways,” I say with a small shrug. She looks up at me, her eyes are brighter now. “This is… I don’t even know what to say.” “You don’t have to say anything.” But she shakes her head, already reaching for the next box. Inside is a jewelry set, a delicate necklace, a matching bracelet, and earrings that caught the firelight just enough to shimmer.

Walking past the Oceanic Treasures Set, she exclaimed, "Oh, I want this for my daughter!" "I want two sets with the earrings, necklace, and bracelet!" the lady requested. Standing before the Art Deco Glamour theme, she said, "Oh, this is nice. I love the big pendant—oh, you changed the pearls into beads of gold! Great idea! I want that one, this one in twenty-four inches." The lady bought so much that Riley thought she would buy the whole store! Unfortunately, she didn't, but she bought more than enough to keep Riley's smile plastered for a month!

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