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"Dominant and seductive!" Hayden flicked his hair. "Elegant and romantic!" The three spoke in unison. "You can choose from three styles!"

There were several options given below this hot search. There was classical style, modern style, post-modern style, western-country style, dark style, gothic style, and even the abstract style. There was even a famous fan who had a verified fan profile who organized a prize contest to choose ten lucky winners amongst those who had guessed correctly. Each of the winners would be given an album that had been autographed by Quinn. Claire took out her cell phone, and she began browsing through her social media profile for a while. At this time, she could not help but ask Charlie in a low voice, “Husband, what style do you think Quinn Golding will have when she comes back on stage later?”

she laughs "like they say these days faking it in style." I give her a confused look "what?" "You know, when you're in a fake relationship, these days that's what everyone's doing." "Well, I'm only doing this for mom, and trust me I will not develop falling for him." "My dear friend, you're saying that now, but when the time comes you'll be dying for his touch, his kiss, his scent, his di- ah" I shot her with Levi's water gun. That damn dirty mouth girl. "Charlotte you bitch," she curses, ask I continue to shot her.

Dante crossed the room without a word. The stylist stepped back automatically and I stayed still as he reached toward me. His long fingers brushed lightly against my throat as he adjusted the chain. Such a small touch yetl my breath caught embarrassingly fast. “There,” he said quietly. Worse— it made it feel natural. Like he'd done this before. Like he belonged close enough to notice details. The stylist cleared her throat softly and retreated another step pretending not to see the sudden tension swallowing the room whole. Dante finally looked up.

"Bonjour, Papa, comment ça va aujourd'hui?" He stepped into the room and made himself feel comfortable. His father's office style was an exact opposite of his, his father was rather old fashioned, most of the interiors inside the place were vintage luxury items made in the 19 and 20th century, while Raphael's style was a lot more modern and contemporary. Despite the differences they shared the same fashion gene in their blood, which was why both of them were equally as stylish according to their own time. Raphael was not the kind who would give his father a sudden visit, this made Archard wondered if he had something in his mind he wanted to tell him. He was definitely correct about it.

Kali "Don’t look the Alpha in the eyes." "Don’t talk back to your mate." "A woman’s duty is to serve her mate and Alpha with unwavering obedience." Luna Diana’s voice echoes through the grand hall, each word a whip against my patience. She stands at the front, regal as ever, with her silver-blonde hair perfectly styled into a thick braid that cascades over her shoulder. Her sharp blue eyes scan the room with practiced authority, and her flawless red gown clings to her figure, a stark contrast to the suffocating rules she preaches.

A tall guy with square glasses and silver rings on every finger looked up and gave a dramatic gasp. “Oh thank God you’re here. The lighting guy was pacing like he was about to age backward. Strip—uh, politely.” Lake chuckled. “Good morning to you too.” “Lake, darling, you’ve got the kind of bone structure that makes clothes weep with joy. First look is hanging right there—cream turtleneck, tailored sand trousers. Minimalist, clean, but we’re going for tension under control, okay?” Lake peeled off his casual wear and changed quickly. The stylist circled him like a hawk, tugging the sweater here, adjusting the trousers there, then stepping back with a hum of approval.

He complains on my English that I mix tenses , I am trying to perfect it but he cannot change me that is me. I just hope I will not embarrass anyone on the banquet day, the banquet is just two weeks away and I haven’t learn anything yet I want to look very beautiful for Adeoye that day not for any other person or for the so call banquet, my designer will be here to take my measurement , she is one of the most famous designers in town and I already selected a special style that will look beautiful on me that I know Adeoye would like on me, I would look like that African modern princes.

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