Welcome to
another edition of Fashionista Friday. Today I thought we’d take a look at a
blue suit owned by Kara Cochrane, my heroine in Her Kind of Man. Kara didn’t
buy the suit to wear to her sister’s wedding, but that’s what she ended up
doing. Let’s take a look at the suit.
The blue
fitted blazer is 22 British pounds at http://www.desireclothing.co.uk/products/jkeve6388ablue-blue-fitted-blazer-jacket.html If the name means anything to you, it was
worn by Demi Lovato.
The skirt is
$200 at http://www.veryeickhoff.com/index.php?&redirected=1
The shoes
are by Jessica Simpson. Buy them for $98.99 at http://www.heels.com/womens-shoes/weema-patriot-blue.html?utm_medium=affiliate&utm_campaign=affiliate&utm_source=aff_id&atrack=cj
The purse is
by Alaia. Notice the cutwork and studs.
Buy it for $1473 at http://www.polyvore.com/ala%C3%AFa_alaia_studded_cutout_suede/thing?id=45887626
The necklace
is so pretty. Buy this Tarina Tarantino piece for $153 at http://www.polyvore.com/tarina_tarantino_lilura_necklace/thing?id=51779435
Earrings are
$13 at http://www.polyvore.com/sterling_silver_post_earrings_black/thing?id=54885562
Here’s an
excerpt from Her Kind of Man that shows what happened when Kara wore this suit.
Blurb
Is
it possible she’s finally found Her Kind of Man?
Ross
Williams has been in love with Kara Cochrane since they were kids so when
Kara's fiancĂ© Brandon Miles cheats on her and calls off their wedding—Ross
steps in to rescue the damsel in distress.
A
heartbroken Kara just wants to get on with her life and hunky Ross provides her
with a definite distraction—that is until she starts falling for him. Big time.
But
a devastating family secret threatens to destroy everything that Kara holds
dear—including her relationship with Ross.
Kara and Ross waited to be seated
until right before the ushers escorted the grandmothers into the sanctuary.
Kara hoped all the guests noticed her and guessed they did. For one thing, her
vivid, neon blue suit would stand out in any crowd. For another thing, only a
blind woman wouldn’t notice Ross, not only because he was drop dead gorgeous,
but because of how attentive he was to her. With good luck, everyone would
think she didn’t care at all about Kelly and Brandon.
It was one of her
most memorable performances.
She held up well until
Brandon and the minister entered the sanctuary from the side door, and she made
the mistake of looking at him. Her
vision blurred. Oh, Brandon!
She bit the inside
of her lip to keep from crying, but she couldn’t hold the tears back when Kelly
started her walk down the aisle. As she furtively wiped the tears from her
cheeks, Ross slipped an arm around her shoulders. His silent support made all
the difference. With Ross by her side, she could get through this horrible
ceremony.
Kelly looked good
in almost anything, but today she glowed as if lit from within. Kara hadn’t
wanted to like her dress, but honesty compelled her to admit it was beautiful. The bodice fit snugly and had little cap
sleeves. Yards and yards of tulle flared
from Kelly’s waist which was circled by a pale, green satin ribbon. Small green
flowers adorned the full skirt. Her feelings for Brandon were written on her
face, so Kara saw she loved him.
Her leg danced
jerkily. So what? She had loved him first, and her sister, her own flesh and
blood, had set out to destroy what had been a wonderful relationship. If she
lived to be a hundred, she’d never forgive Kelly. Never!
Kara tried to tune
out the entire ceremony, but when Father Duncan told Brandon to kiss the bride,
a shaft of pain cleaved her heart in two as a deep, terrible sadness rose up
inside her. It was over; he belonged to Kelly now. Up until the last minute
she’d thought maybe Brandon would come to his senses and come back to her. Yeah,
right. What a fool she’d been.
Father Duncan
directed the guests to the church family life center for the reception. As soon
as the sanctuary cleared, the photographer started taking pictures.
“Let’s get out of
here,” Kara muttered to Ross, but they had waited too late. “Let’s get a
picture of all three sisters,” the photographer directed.
Kara froze, but Ross
pushed her forward to join her sisters.
“Smile,” the
photographer ordered, so Kara pasted on a smile.
“I want a picture
of me and my girls,” her father said. He and her mother joined their daughters in
front of the altar. Kara took satisfaction that her brilliant, blue suit
clashed so jarringly with the wedding party’s soft green colors.
The minute the
camera snapped Kara took Ross’s hand and hurried out of the sanctuary. She
didn’t care if the photographer had finished with her or not. Enough was enough.
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