Novel & Cerita Vivziepop Style

Violet got out of the water and wiped her body before applying a special ointment she saw on the table, on her skin. She wore a blue dress and placed a mask on her face, preventing others from seeing her face. That was the usual dressing for the ladies if they didn't want to attract male attention to themselves. Violet was becoming fond of their clothes including the masks, they were perfect for aesthetic. Violet giggled internally at the thought then she fixed her hair and waited for dinner to arrive. The food included sweet potatoes, carrots and stake. She wanted to ask for wine but after remembering the experience with Alaric she decided otherwise.

In front of the screen was a couch, which a woman currently occupied. Upon hearing their footsteps, she put down the tablet she held and stood. "Mr. Shields, I'm the founder and manager of V. Style, Vivi—" She stopped mid-sentence, staring at Kevan unblinkingly, a startled expression on her face. After a long pause, she regained her composure and continued. "Vivian Watts. You can call me Vivian." Kevan did not bother to correct her even though she'd mistaken him for Dylan. He nodded at Larissa, who was standing by his side, and said, "Style a simple and elegant outfit for her. It doesn't have to be too pretty."

had found his anchor, and together, they had built a fortress. In a sun-drenched penthouse studio overlooking the vibrant, shimmering chaos of the Las Vegas Strip, a woman sat at a wide drafting table. The surface was a beautiful mess of silk swatches, hand-painted textiles, and charcoal sketches that captured the fluid motion of fabric. Her name was Vivienne Le Brione, though the world of high fashion—the world she had conquered on her own terms—knew her only as "Vivi."

We ran her off once and we will do it again. "What are you thinking of?" Vivienne asked me as she walked up. She left her family's side to come to me. She dressed in all black but the outfit looked like something borrowed. She didn't wear a whole of of black. Especially something fancy for this occasion. Vivienne had her hair braided french style. It was one of her most common hair styles. She didn't put on any make-up as she was too distracted to think to do so.

My smiles faltered, “What are you talking about? What Vivienne, her name is Vi- Oh God. Vivienne Voss. Vivi… means Vivienne. And Vivienne…. “Holy molly, The MAISON VOSS!” I gasped loudly, “The fashion world's holy grail. I just spoke to the world’s most popular fashion designer!”