Taylor Swift Ugly Christmas Sweater นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Her grandmother used to help her pick out high-quality clothes, but as their money dwindled, Indira couldn't pay attention to her clothes anymore. After an awkward silence for some time, the tailor asked Indira to try on a dress. Once Indira saw her reflection in the dressing room mirror, she realized that she looked so pale that her eye bags were even more prominent. Indira silently furrowed her brow in pity for her own appearance.

“I remember you wearing this every winter day in school. I don’t think I own a single piece of clothing from that time anymore. Did you even have another warm sweater?” Juliette looked at the dingy once pink cardigan sweater with its missing buttons and a torn buttonhole. She shook her head no. It didn’t have a tag and it fit perfectly. Not too tight or baggy. It was soft, and the seams didn’t scratch or dig into her skin. “It’s my writing sweater Michael, it’s comfortable. No one sees me wear it anymore. I only wear it when I write.” “We’ll find you something you’ll like that’s better.”

This was about as Christmas as he got, and it would have to do. Wyatt blasted through their closed bedroom door, "Slow down there, son. Where's the fire?" Mitch asked. "I'm ready to go." "I see that. Where'd you get that beautiful Christmas sweater? I love it." Mitch asked. "Ron'er, Mom laid clothes on the bed and put on everything." "That was nice," Mitch said, as the bathroom door opened, and Ronnie stepped out. Mitch smiled; his wife was so beautiful, her eyes wide and her face glowed. She twirled around in her red sweater with a green print Christmas scarf, and black velvet pants. Casual yet elegant, he thought.

With a heavy heart, I sighed, forcing my hands to stop trembling as I reached for the shopping bag. My fingers brushed against the crisp paper, the sound loud in the silence between us. When I opened it, the bright flash of red almost hurt my eyes. A tight, short gown. Blood-red. With a small size matching heels. I swallowed hard. “Uhmm… thank you,” I said softly not to sound ungrateful, my voice barely more than a breath. “But this… this gown won’t fit me. You know I... uhm…” “Just say you know you are a fat pig and you can’t wear sexy dresses.”

I look away, ignoring her completely. Since the Stanley Cup games, Sylvia and the rest of my horrible family have ceased to exist in my world. I refuse to give her any attention. I refuse to ask why she has Harlan’s team logo plastered across her chest when she was just sucking Drake’s face in front of 19,000 hockey fans a few days ago. I will not ask because Sylvia is a condescending bitch, and she’s going to tell me anyway in 3…2…1… “Did you notice my sweater?” She breathes, her voice dripping friendly venom. “It’s custom made. They’re actually only five of these in the world, and I received one of them in the mail yesterday.

Stephanie's wavy black hair flowed loosely on her shoulders as she gazed up and stared at the star with a big smile on her face. She kept her arms crossed under her Beige sweater to keep warm. A red turtleneck and white palazzo trousers were worn underneath the sweater. She accessorized her look with a Saint Laurent medium sunset shoulder bag and a Saint Laurent lace-up boot. Water vapor streamed out of her nostrils as she breathed out. She let out a big exhale, and more water vapor from her mouth. As she stared at the lightbulbs, she became lost in thought. Her mind drifted back to her most recent Christmas Eve in New York City. Owen, her first lover, had stood in this very area with her.

“Baby?” I kept my eyes on the TV and didn’t look at him. “I’m not done ignoring you.” He moved into the room then stood in front of the TV, blocking the screen and forcing me to look at him. That was when I noticed the Christmas sweater. The reindeer pattern covered the green sweater, all of them with red noses. It fit him perfectly, but it also looked comical because it was something he would never, ever wear. My mouth dropped open. “Giovanni encouraged me to put this on. Said it might help you forgive me.”

I groaned, pushing the cover off me. “Merry Christmas, flame,” he said with a warm smile as he pulled me up. “Merry Christmas, baby.” I would have kissed him, but I wasn’t going to do that before brushing my teeth, so I just kissed his cheek before going to the bathroom. After I was done freshening up, I changed into an ugly Christmas sweater and some black leggings, along with some burgundy Uggs. "This is so out of character for you,” Declan chuckled when he saw my outfit.

“Because you’ll hate it slightly less if I’m there.” She rolled her eyes. “You’re not wrong.” “Also,” he added, “I already saved you a reindeer sweater from the discount bin. It lights up.” “You didn’t.” He pulled it from behind the speaker display, revealing a knitted monstrosity with googly eyes and actual working lights in the antlers. Callie stared at it in horror. “I refuse to wear this.” “You’re wearing it.” “I have dignity.” “Not in this economy.” She sighed.

Thankfully, I caught it before it reached the floor. “What is your problem?” I asked the person. When I straightened up, I found Darcy and Mindy standing beside my locker. They both wore their cheerleader outfit — a cream and yellow crop top embroidered with LWH and a matching skirt that barely covered their thighs — with white and yellow pom-poms in their hands. “Sorry about that,” Darcy gave me a once-over and nodded. “You look great, Taylor.” “Tell me about it,” Mindy nodded. “Really? My cat puked on my red sweater so I had to wear this, ” I motioned to the peach dress I was wearing.