Tlh Dress Code Novels & Stories

She rolled her sleeves down. Ben watched her preparations curiously. "The dress code for women in the UAE is not the same as it is in the UK or the USA," she said with a smile. "Should I be dressed differently?" he asked. She looked at him. "You might want to put on something a little looser. Showing off the body is frowned upon." "Showing off? I'm not..." He sighed in frustration. "Finding clothes that fit me is a challenge." She smiled as she tilted her head. "I think you would look very smart in a thobe. Very smart!"

"Remember my nightmare? That certain night still haunts my senses. It's like a deep shadow in my heart. *Flashback* "Kara, you can't be like this. How could you drink water in a pub? You must take some vodka shots at least!" Two boys and four girls were surrounding her as they offered her drinks. Tang Li was wearing a burgundy colored off-shoulder dress which was specially designed by Mark for her. The Mark Wilson at that time was a nobody, literally a nobody. Yet his designs were exquisite, her dress was hugging her at right place accentuating her curves.

Elara broke it first, voice low and careful, like she was handling something fragile. “There’s a party coming up,” she said. “End of first semester. Official thing—administration throws it every year to ‘celebrate integration success.’” She made air quotes around the last two words, dry enough that Nico almost smiled. “Dress code is formal. Suits, dresses, gowns, whatever. Food’s actually decent—steak, seafood, human comfort stuff. Open bar for the vamps, mocktails and wine for everyone else. Music. Dancing if you want it. Or just standing in corners judging people.” Liora’s shadows rippled once—amused.

I ask, and Cianna makes a note on her notepad. “Then we’ll need a dress code for guests. The most common is evening attire.” I furrow my brows. “I have no idea what that means.” “Evening attire is where the man is in a suit or tux and ladies will be in a long dress.” “So, I’ll have to wear a dress?” The mere thought of wearing a long dress is freaking me out. I don’t do dresses. I don’t have the coordination, the body or the self confidence to wear a dress. Liam puts his arm around me to calm me down before I have another panic attack.

The woman's eyes widen, "Please, no need to apologize, ma'am! Mr. Genovese would not appreciate it." Ah, yes. Alejandro has instilled fear into these guys as well. Maybe that's why no one dared to even look at me oddly. "The dress code is black, I believe?" The employee asks to confirm. "Yes, that's what I've been informed," Charlotte answers. "Oh! That's awesome! I only ever wear black," I grin. Frank rolls his eyes at me, "Lady, the event is important. Don't go actin' up like a child." "Frank! Don't speak to her in such a relaxed manner," Charlotte says in a hushed tone.

I give myself another once over and once satisfied, grab my bag, and get out of the car. I smooth out my black slacks and tuck in my long-sleeve, white, button-down shirt and tighten my black tie. The club has a strict dress code. All servers must wear black pants, a white shirt, and a black tie. At least I get to wear my Sketchers for comfort, but they’re black so they at least blend in. While my diner uniform is cuter, I like this one much better. I think it’s classy and no one can look down my shirt or up my dress, which is a plus. I also think it appropriately hugs and flatters my thin frame and natural curves. Not saying I want to go to work looking sexy, but it’s nice to go to work and

The city outside had quieted to its 3am version, occasional headlights crossing the ceiling, the distant sound of something that might have been music from a bar still open somewhere below. Nobody was sleeping. “The dress code said smart casual,” Cal said to the ceiling. “I’ve been to three weddings this year and none of them have agreed on what smart casual means.” “It means don’t wear jeans,” Priya said. “I own one suit.” “Is it the one from downstairs?” Jade asked. “It’s the only one I own.” “Then you’re fine,” she said. He turned his head toward her. “You’re very reassuring for someone I met four hours ago.”

"One weekend, Liam. Its just two days from now. Gerald's ceremony, build the alliances, come back loaded. Then we go at Noah and the council with everything." I turned around. Rixon was watching me with the patient expression of a man who had been my second long enough to know exactly how long to wait before pushing again. "What is the dress code," I said. The corner of his mouth moved. "Its Formal. It's a coming of age." "Tell my driver to pull out the grey suit." I picked up my phone from the desk. "Already on it." Rixon pulled out his own phone, already typing. "There's one more thing."

"Is there a dress code, Mrs. Gable?" "There is," Mrs. Gable said, her eyes locking dead onto me. She pointed a manicured finger in my direction. "And that means you, Anna. I am officially banning the oversized hoodies. I am banning the baggy cargo pants, the flannel shirts, and the boyish sneakers. Tonight is a formal mixer. You will put on a proper gown, look like elegant young ladies, and join the rest of the academy in the grand lounge at seven sharp. Am I understood?" "A gown?" I groaned, my jaw dropping. "Mrs. Gable, seriously? I didn't even pack a—"

“We’re here to capture Sakima Lavoie, that's all.” They were all silent until Kathleya suddenly spoke, “I do have a question though.” No one answered but they all knew that they were equally waiting for the lady's question. “Why the hell am I wearing a cocktail dress?” The irritation in her voice was pretty obvious. Khrysgen laughed softly. “You’ll be entering the palace, sis. The dress code is a must.” They heard a grunt from the annoyed lady. “Lucky you, you can just wear a black suit.”