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Keegan was speechless from this. "Pfft..." Vermont could not help but laugh out loud directly. He then stoked the flames further. "Older People don't know how to appreciate it. You still need people the same age as us to appreciate each other. I think Stella's outfit is quite gorgeous. Isn't the innocent yet provocative style quite popular these days? It's innocent in the front and provocative from the back." Stella was at a loss for words. 'Could the innocent yet provocative style be explained this way? But...' Stella thought to herself.

"You commanded an army to help me get dressed for a party. Like any sane person would, I assumed that you hate how I dress. Just as you hate how I breathe, talk and generally conduct my life." "I don’t hate how you dress. You do, somehow, own and wear the flimsiest articles of clothing of I have ever seen..." "That is my style as a designer—light and dreamy bohemian pieces," she sputtered, affronted. "...and will probably expire either because of the sun or the cold one of these days, but you always look sexy and sophisticated." Little pinpricks of heat awoke all over and her gaze flew to his. He stared right back, as if daring her to challenge his accurate and somehow intimate observation o

I couldn't take anymore so I made a sound clearing my throat before that stupid manager can start drooling as she did for Adam when he came out of the trial room wearing a Light blue tux. 'The word 'Bitch' would suit her not me, you Adam fucking Harrison.' I thought while looking at that horrible manager. She quickly gained back her senses and looked smiled showing all her fucking teeth. "Umm. Sir, what style are you looking for?" She asked the same question. "There's isn't a specific one, I'm looking for," Martin said with a warm tone unlike the bastard beside me, and ended with a small smile. "That's not a problem, sir. This book contains all sorts of styles available." The manager said wh

She’s probably busy. “Perhaps something in a deeper tone?” I suggest, my voice flat, uninterested. “Less… over the top.” The stylist’s brow furrows slightly, a momentary crack in his professional facade. “Over the top, sir? But for tonight’s engagement, we were aiming for” “Aim for functional,” I interrupt, cutting him off without malice, simply a statement of fact. “And comfortable.” He clears his throat, adjusts his glasses, and nods. “Of course, Mr. Lombardi. Functional. Comfortable. Allow me to retrieve a selection that aligns more closely with your… preference.” He glides away.

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, I said still looking around. It wasn't entirely a sneakpeak into the celebrity's mind but rather a more defined way of knowing he had style and I don't know how he managed to blend a bit of modern into an other wise neoclassical look. Walking around and letting my hands draw slowly on every smooth surface I could see, I had to conclude that it was indeed a smart decision. Turning to meet him already looking at me with blank eyes, sort of searching for some bits of approval, I beamed a smile at him. It did him wonders because I could see supposed tension roll off his shoulders.

He left an hour ago for meetings, moving through the apartment with quiet efficiency while I pretended to be still asleep. He didn’t wake me. He never wastes energy on unnecessary gestures. “Let’s begin,” the stylist says gently. They remove choice first. That’s what I notice. Not aggressively. Not obviously. But systematically. Bright colors disappear. Soft silhouettes vanish. Anything that looks fragile is returned to the garment bags without discussion. What remains is structure. Sharp tailoring. Clean lines. Controlled elegance. Power dressing. I lift a silver-gray dress from the rack. Minimal. Architectural.

She had copied my style but it was lewder than mine. Skimpy leather corset that showed her cleavage, with a matching short skirt and no underwear. She complemented her simple yet skimpy style with a very long heeled shoe. Dominic copied my style too. Midnight blue turtle neck with leather coat and matching trousers with boots. He looked so elegant and classy, yet also simple.

' Sloan snarked the comment. I took my gun and shot his arm. I put it away and brang a cigarette out of my pocket and began smoking as I made my way to the balcony. The two left me to my thoughts. Everyone in this city either respected me or feared me but no one would dare push all of my buttons and carry on playing it as if I was a baby's game. But she did it. She did with class and elegance. From what I've seen, she wears clothes that are stylish and suit her body perfectly and she has that sassy and feisty attitude.

His looks were soo simple just like mine, yet enticing, with his hair was styled and pulled back in a gel style and his eyes were full of energy. His looks were soo simple just like mine, yet enticing.