Novel & Cerita White Collar Suits Neal Caffrey

ETHAN I adjusted my cufflinks again, the fourth time in the past five minutes. My reflection in the wide office window stared back at me—a sharp navy suit, crisp white shirt, tailored to perfection. Behind me, New York's skyline stretched into the distance, commanding and frenetic, mirroring the storm in my head.

What the hell is he doing here? Calvin approaches us, offering a warm smile as he greets Serena. "Serena, you look stunning as always. Congratulations on the launch." Then he glances my way, his tone noticeably cooler. "Bill.” I eye Calvin from head to toe. He’s wearing a sleek navy suit that looks like it costs more than most people’s monthly rent. The shirt beneath it is a crisp, almost-too-white shade, and his tie — a subtle silver-gray. Then my gaze lands on his cufflinks — emerald, with his initials engraved on them.

Carl wore a dark suit matched with a black body-hugging turtleneck sweater. The outline of his musculature was faintly discernable, giving him the look of strength which his suit packaged just right. He really was attractive… Even as he picked up his teacup with those perfectly chiseled hands and took a sip, I gulped unwittingly, feeling a little intimidated by his regal presence. Still, I started to speak eloquently under Neil's urging—I became confident once we moved on to my speciality.

, and bankrolled by a silent investor who’d been dead for nine years. Not a single trail pointing back to me, just the way I liked it. So while the Capones strutted around, pretending this old speakeasy was neutral, I sat there knowing every brick, every camera, every bottle, every man on the payroll was mine and they were negotiating on my carpet without even realizing it. I leaned back in my chair, letting the dim lights catch on the colour of my suit. Midnight charcoal, tailored within an inch of perfection. Unlike the Capones’ favorite funeral-black uniforms.

A swipe of red lipstick, silver drop earrings, and a diamond cuff bracelet Calix had given me months ago. Calix entered the room just as I was fastening a delicate diamond necklace. He was already dressed in a black tuxedo, looking every inch the powerful CEO. He smelled faintly of his expensive cologne, a scent that used to make my stomach flutter, now just evoked a complex mix of nostalgia and irritation.

Would he be proud of her? As Caitlin approached the altar, so dizzy from nervousness that she barely felt where she was going, she saw Caleb standing there, smiling back at her, and she felt at ease. He was dressed in the most beautiful attire she had ever seen, an outfit fit for a prince. It was a royal, black satin robe, with a high collar curving underneath his ears, a white shirt, and a scarlet tie. His hair was slicked back, formal, and he wore red gloves—apparently, another vampire tradition. He complemented his outfit with sparkling ruby cufflinks and shirt studs.

They went to Amoratti suit and gowns. "Good morning, ma’am and sir." A woman wearing an Amoratti uniform greeted them as she opened the glass door. The woman gave them a magazine of suits. They sat on the Black sofa and browsed the brochure. "What do you think about this?" Calix pointed to an all-white three-layer suit. "White?" Cali asked in return. "How about this cream-colored?" "Why not white?" "Nothing. I just recalled that if you are going to wear that, then you would have the same as Perci wore at our wedding," she replied.

Without thinking twice, he drove to his favorite bar on the east side of town. When he stepped out, his black Brunello Cucinelli suit caught the faint sunlight, and his John Fluevog shoes clicked confidently against the pavement. Heads turned. He could hear the low murmurs as he entered, subtle ‘oohs’ rippling through the bar. Everyone knew who he was: The Alex Cromwell, one of New York’s finest attorneys.

Cassandra was clad in a dark purple dress which gave a cold winter villainess vibe to the world. Zayn and Louis were dressed in a white shirt and a fitting tuxedo, a bow tie that were like flowy ribbons by the sides of their collars. Nick was in a plain three-piece suit and a rich Rolex watch on his wrist. Nick always prioritized the beauty of being simple and easy on the eyes. As for Alex and Dan, they were in only a tucked in shirt and a dress trouser. Their hairstyles enhanced their looks. Alex wears yellow tinted shades as he beats everyone in the cadre of looks and style.

He paused beside Kaiden and scanned the guy head to toe. "You are still the same. Are you going to anybody's funeral? I'm gonna burn your wardrobe someday." Ricky said scrunching his face at the other guy's attire. Hearing the young one's comment, Neal, who was munching on his pancakes, looked up. Come to think of it, whenever Neal saw Kaiden, he always wore black. Black jeans, shirts, t-shirts, hoodies and suits..the guy never wore anything colorful. "You better go now or I will burn yours." Kaiden warned raising his brows. Ricky rushed out of the kitchen muttering something under his breath.