Tlh Dress Code Novels & Stories

“The welcome dinner starts in an hour. Dress code’s business formal. But since it’s countryside, you’re expected to ‘soften it.’” Ava looked at him. “And what exactly does that mean?” He gave her the briefest glance—half-lidded, amused in a way that didn’t reach his eyes. “Figure it out.” Then he left the room again, the door clicking shut as if sealing her in. By the time Ava descended the grand staircase, she’d settled on a sleek black halter dress with an asymmetrical hem and soft sheer shawl that added just enough femininity to suggest she understood the unspoken rule of the elite: look expensive, never obvious.

"Something like what they're wearing..." "Oh." Remus hesitated for a moment but continued, undeterred. "The royal family specially prepares the clothing they're wearing for visiting dignitaries. It's made uniformly. But since you arrived a bit later and all the clothes have been distributed, we can only ask you to wear this." Lina felt a little bewildered. Nevertheless, she would have to follow their rules if she wanted to enter the palace. Her T-shirt and jeans were indeed inappropriate. Lina nodded and carefully carried the clothes, entering the adjacent dressing room guided by the maids as if embarking on a pilgrimage.

Absolutely not. I’m still crouching when Talia hums like she’s enjoying every second of my suffering. “So… dress or no dress?” “Oh, there’s going to be a dress,” I mutter, running my fingers along the dangerously slinky midnight-blue number the mannequin is wearing. “Something tight. Something illegal in twelve United states. Something that makes Alpha Asshole remember exactly what he walked away from.” I wink at Ellie, “no offence.” Did I take that too far?

I knew that I was not going to like whatever he was going to say next. “What?” I asked warily. “After the meeting, there would be a dance in the ballroom followed by dinner. The Alphas are supposed to mingle and relax during that time. And whether you are an Alpha or a warrior, you have to follow the formal dress code. Tuxedo for men and ball gowns for women… Good luck wearing a gown, Kayla. I would have loved to see that!” he said. Before I could muster up a reply, he had cut the call. The nerve!

Not Miles friggin DeLaney. I shoot up my eyebrows. “How did you get his class timetable?” Lilly smiles and taps her nose. She looks quite adorable in a white summer dress and red ballet pumps. Most of us just dress casual in jeans and a tee since we’re not allowed to wear shorts even though it’s baking hot here in the summer. The dress code got changed last year because some girls couldn’t help themselves and wore denims that were cut right up their bum cheeks and now it’s spoilt it for the rest of us.

Dallas’ p.o.v. “Did you see the dress code for the Ceremony?” Jesper asks, while turning it towards Joshua. “No, I didn’t. I don’t need to know, because I will be wearing my uniform.” I reply as I sit down behind my desk. Usually the dress code for an Alpha and/or Luna Ceremony is similar, you show up in the colors of your Pack. In some cases they just ask you to wear something with your Pack’s emblem on it, for men that usually means a tie with the emblem on it and most women wear a brooch or scarf with the emblem on it.

The invitation was not, strictly speaking, optional. Lys stood at the bedroom mirror, sliding an earring into place, while Aria read the calendar entry aloud in a bored monotone. “BRATVA–CORP STRATEGIC SUMMIT,” Aria recited. “Dress code: sharks in suits. Emotional tone: brittle.” Lys smoothed an invisible wrinkle from the dark silk of her dress. The fabric clung where it needed to move where it should. Armor by way of couture.

"I really do hope you win this award and I'll be there to cheer you every step of the way." "Thanks, that means a lot." "By the way, what is the dress code for the party so I can get prepared for it?" Travis asks. I chuckle. "There are no dress codes for parties in this universe, unless it's a costume party where there is a theme everyone has to dress by. Other than that, you can wear whatever you feel like, it's a free world and it's a free country. Besides, it's just a party organized by a lousy seventeen year old so even if you were to go in just your underwear, he wouldn't give a damn."

"Fine! I won't wear it. I'll do as you say. But if not the red dress, what do we wear?" Exactly my question. What do we wear? I didn't get any decent dress before coming to the Institutes. Neither did any of them. We were in such a hurry that only a few cloaks and capes were packed with a few black and white gowns. And three nightgowns. My wardrobe collection is a mess. "The dress theme is red and white. We can wear either of them." Catty replied. "White? You have white as well? We were just told red!" Melissa sighed in frustration. I don't know if she was lying just to wear the red frock Jonathan had given her. Or was she actually telling the truth? Who knows, she is a tricky girl!

Maybe I could let go a little and temporarily forget about what I'd discovered today. Caroline: I accept your invitation, dear sir. What is the dress code? He responded almost immediately. Greg Bush: black-tie casual I squinted at his message. What the hell is black-tie casual? Greg Bush: So jeans and a hoodie, gonna be cold Wilder. Caroline: Duly noted. See you later Bush Greg Bush: Bye Rolling my eyes, I tossed my phone aside. I had a few hours until then so I decided to take a nap in preparation for a late night ahead.