Theory Silk Blouse Novels & Stories

A current running just beneath the skin. I stood by the mirror in the back fitting room, adjusting the sleeve of a new sample blouse. Raw silk, off-shoulder, hand-dyed in a muted hue somewhere between smoke and lilac. I wasn’t sure it flattered me, but that wasn’t the point. I needed to see how it moved when I walked, how it responded to skin, to light, to time. My reflection didn’t give answers. It never really had. A knock on the doorframe made me turn.

The care of someone, I looked at this, turned it over, held it up: the care of someone making a decision. The blouse was the right weight for a September morning indoors. It moved the way silk moved, with the specific cooperation of a fabric that understood its own nature. I did the buttons, all of them, each one, the correct placement, the standard achieved exactly and completely. I looked in the mirror for longer than I usually did. The silk did the thing with the light.

Intricate golden thread embroidery danced across the fabric, weaving tales of myth and majesty reminiscent of tapestries from the era. The sleeves, a masterpiece of their own, billowed in sheer silk, starting from a tightly fitted upper arm before erupting into an extravagant display of volume and elegance, ending in delicate cuffs that mirrored the intricate patterns of the bodice. The skirt was a spectacle, layers of the same sapphire silk cascading in a waterfall of fabric, each tier edged with golden lace, catching the light with every movement, creating a mesmerizing effect that seemed to blend past and present.

The blazer is a different story. Dotted in different hues of gray, its design is a combination of vintage and contemporary, all delicately conveyed on a charmeuse exterior. Pearls button the sides of each sleeve and hang off the silk dress shirt like the final touch to a masterpiece. “Woah, it’s amazing! Seriously, I didn’t expect it to be this gorgeous.” Her cheeks hurt due to the endless beaming. Ariana grins wider when Lance and Alex both chime in awe of the suit.

Lilyana just smiled at her makeup artist's words. "Okay, Lily, try on this dress. This is a dress that I made especially for you. I don't think anyone deserves to wear this dress more than you." "Excellent work, Emi!" Lilyana wore a light blue patterned dress with small flowers. The dress fell gracefully on her body, accentuating her beautiful curves. "Very good! As expected, this dress was made for you. You really look like a fairy." "Lilyana, you are always perfect."

"Camilla, it's barely past dawn. What are you talking about? What is that?" "Your saving grace," she said, zipping open the bag with a sharp slice. The fabric that spilled out took the breath right out of my lungs. It was a magnificent, flowing formal dress made of the heaviest, most luxurious midnight-blue silk I had ever seen. The material was unreal; it caught the light, shifting from a deep indigo to a dangerous, icy silver every time Camilla moved it. The neckline was sharp and modern, and the skirt fell in thick pools that looked like the night sky turned into liquid cloth.

He wore a thick, black robe. Springtime in the capital wasn't that cold, so the robe was overly thick for the weather. I figured this was a habit Gideon had gotten into after all his years in Morbeck. He probably couldn't change so quickly. His Majesty beckoned to me when he saw me. Only then did I get to see Gideon up close. He was handsome, and his gaze was sharp. Appearance-wise, he was definitely good-looking. The only thing was that his skin was coarse and that he had a scar marring his cheek.

There are always flowers and they use their own intricate braids and weaves that look elegant, yet somehow simple. When Emerson knocks on the door, I hug my sprite friends who insist on seeing Sir Alpha Emerson’s reaction to me. I decided on a dress that I got when I was in Paris with my family. It’s silk and full length with with slits up to the thighs, spaghetti straps, and a simple v-neckline. It’s soft and floats around my curves. Since it’s silk, I opted to only where a silk thong underneath it so it doesn't show. Dandy opens the door for Emerson, and I have the pleasure of watching his eyes go nearly black, even darker than his skin.

VIVIAN POV The standard market price for a single yard of Mulberry silk was three hundred dollars. I had forty-two dollars and sixteen cents left in my checking account. Standing on the cold pavement outside L'Aura Textiles, the harsh wind of early November bit through the thin fabric of my coat, but it was nothing compared to the ice settling in my chest. Through the pristine glass window, I could see the bolt of deep midnight-blue silk—the exact weight, texture, and drape I had spent three sleepless nights designing my flagship dress around. Without that fabric, my entire capsule collection was just graphite dust on cheap paper.

The digital clock on the table displayed the number 07:21. I observe my looks in the mirror from top to bottom. River's handpicked dress fits my body perfectly. A sleek silk weave shapes this elegant dress with adjustable spaghetti straps and a cowl neckline. The A-line maxi skirt with a thigh-high front slit showcases my legs, which are set in silver ankle-strap high heel sandals. My shoulder-length brown hair was slightly wavy, with a deep side parting.