Novel & Cerita Theory Silk Blouse

"A very long, very demanding meeting. I might be late." "Don't work too hard, darling," Sophie cooed. "I’m having a glass of Chablis and looking at wedding dresses. I found one today—it’s silk, completely backless. I think you’ll love it." I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood, my eyes squeezing shut as a wave of pleasure crashed over me. I wanted to scream. I wanted to tell her to shut up. I wanted to tell her that her fiancé was watching me come while she talked about silk.

“Ma'am, this silk blouse, in the emerald, would perfectly complement your eyes,” the sales associate cooed, holding up a shimmering garment in front of me. I glanced at the top briefly, enough to appreciate its design for a moment, but even the beauty couldn't keep my mind from wandering.

“Something with movement but still bold enough to make a statement.” Thersa nodded quietly. “I want something different. Soft, but not fragile. There’s strength in grace...we just need to show it.” The expert paused by a rack. “This one,” she said, pulling out a muted rose-toned silk blend. “It’s new. We haven’t tested it on structured pieces yet, but it has potential.” Thersa ran her fingers across the material, thoughtful. “It’s smooth. Breathable. Maybe layered with mesh or net… but only at the hem.”

Rose, picked up the dress, after she had her bath, The dress was a special garment composed of delicate, blush-colored silk that emphasized her innate elegance and delicacy. Her stunning attractiveness was enhanced by the dress's exquisite lace and lovely stitching. The tight neckline emphasized her slim body, while the skirt cascaded down in graceful waves, giving an ethereal appearance with each stride she took.

Would anything ever be enough? After long thought, I chose a creamy silk blouse. The fabric was soft and cool, brushing my skin like a whisper. I paired it with a black skirt decorated with simple cream patterns, ending at mid thigh. A glossy black handbag. Medium height black heels. I kept my makeup light, just enough to highlight my features. I styled my hair loose, falling past the middle of my back. I love long hair. Especially when it flows freely, smooth and neat like silk threads.

She knew she shouldn't have eaten all those onion rings yesterday at campas, it was as if the onions were oozing through her pores. James was not too far behind from her,picking up a tie and examining the fabric. It was a plain black tie. He looked at the tag in shock. It was way out of his budget. Willow looked around, these clothes, they were too expensive for her pocket. She felt one of the silk long sleeve blouses. The blouse had caught her eye when she entered the store.The texture against her fingers were smooth and soft. Picking it up,she placed it in front of her body. The deep olive green,contrasted with her sea green eyes.

When I grabbed the shirt to put on, I cringed when I saw the blouse was a little more expensive than the jeans. It was nothing more than a simple, flowy white blouse, but as I put it on, it felt soft. The fabric almost felt like silk, but it was as thick as cotton. I felt like it was a little too expensive for my usual attire, but I had to admit I have never felt more like myself. I felt confident and best of all, I didn’t feel like I was exposed.

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The only image of being in each other’s arm makes me puke. “May I come in?” Blaze’s voice forces me to turn my head in the door’s direction. There, he’s standing with a white bodycon gown, it catches my eyes. I padded towards him and snatch the dress from his hands. It captures my heart. The silver and pearl embroidery are a specimen rare handloom. “Wow! This is absolute beautiful. Where did you get it from?” I ask him as I run my fingers on the silk material. It is very expensive without a second doubt and probably out of his budget.

My selections were carefully chosen, from the floor-length black velvet skirt with the fine silver embroidery around the hem to the paper thin and butter soft navy blue silk blouse with the flowing sleeves and sparkling diamond buttons. I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised her shoes did fit after all and wasn't even a little above recognizing the irony. At least physically I could take her place. As for the rest... we'd have to wait and see. I let the heavy, swirling skirt sway from my hips, for the first time understanding why Mom loved dressing the way she did. There was a weight to the velvet, the way it moved as if part of me. Even the silk of the blouse, though cold when I slid it