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How School Uniform Manufacturers in Dubai Are Meeting the Latest Trends

In today’s world, school uniforms are more than just a basic requirement—they are a reflection of modern trends, comfort, and practicality. The top school uniform manufacturers in Dubai are evolving with these changes, blending style with functionality to meet the demands of both schools and students. But how exactly are they keeping up with the latest trends? Let’s dive into what’s happening in the world of school uniforms and explore how Dubai’s manufacturers are setting the pace.

1. Embracing Sustainable Materials

One of the most prominent trends in school uniforms today is sustainability. Schools and parents are increasingly looking for eco-friendly options. Many uniform manufacturers in Dubai have taken this to heart by introducing uniforms made from organic cotton, recycled polyester, and other sustainable materials. These fabrics not only reduce the environmental impact but are also designed to be durable and comfortable, providing long-lasting wear for students.

Sustainable uniforms are not just a fad; they represent a growing demand for ethical production processes. Manufacturers that offer these eco-friendly options are positioning themselves as leaders in the market, catering to schools that prioritize environmental responsibility.

2. Customization and Flexibility

Gone are the days of one-size-fits-all uniforms. Modern schools want their uniforms to represent their identity, and this has led to a trend of increased customization. Leading school uniform manufacturers in Dubai now offer schools the ability to tailor uniforms to their specific needs. From school logos to unique color schemes and designs, manufacturers work closely with school administrators to ensure the uniforms align with the school's branding.

Customization doesn’t stop at design. Schools are also requesting uniforms that cater to different weather conditions, offering lighter fabrics for Dubai’s hot climate or water-resistant options for winter months. This level of flexibility ensures that students are comfortable no matter the season.

3. Comfort and Practicality

Another major trend is the shift towards more comfortable and practical uniforms. Today’s students spend long hours at school, so uniforms must be functional and easy to wear. Manufacturers are increasingly focusing on fabrics that are soft, breathable, and easy to maintain. For instance, wrinkle-free materials that require less ironing are becoming popular among parents, while students appreciate uniforms that are lightweight and don’t restrict movement.

Moreover, many manufacturers now incorporate features like stretchable fabrics and adjustable waistbands to accommodate growing students, ensuring that the uniforms fit well throughout the school year. This focus on comfort ensures that students not only look smart but feel great in their uniforms as well.

4. Technology-Driven Designs

Innovative technology is making its way into school uniform production. Some manufacturers are experimenting with stain-resistant fabrics, which help uniforms stay clean for longer, reducing the need for frequent washing. Others are using advanced cooling fabrics that help students stay comfortable in Dubai’s heat, especially during outdoor activities.

UV-protective fabrics are another advancement gaining popularity. Given the intense sun in the region, this technology offers an added layer of protection, particularly for schools that have outdoor sports or activities. These technology-driven designs show how manufacturers are going beyond traditional styles to offer practical solutions that meet the everyday needs of students.

5. Gender-Neutral Options

The concept of gender-neutral uniforms is gaining attention worldwide, and Dubai is no exception. Many schools are moving away from strict gender-based uniform rules and opting for styles that can be worn by all students. This shift towards inclusivity is reflected in the designs offered by leading manufacturers, who are providing more flexible, neutral styles that give students a choice in how they dress for school. This trend is also seen as a step forward in promoting equality and acceptance within the school environment.

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A TEXTBOOK EDUCATION

"This will be a skill-building experience. You've had it too easy. You've had your Family name to back you, and your Right Hand at your every call. It's time you learn to carry yourself, to build from the ground up." Dino Cavallone, the Cavallone Don, fresh out of high school.

Reborn, the deadliest hitman of the modern era, has a special kind of torture up his sleeve for his dear struggling student. Dino will have to see how well he handles alienation, isolation, and worst of all, class participation. “Now, go on, my useless student Dino. Let’s continue your education.” (Or: Reborn sends Dino to Australia. It goes better than he could have ever hoped.)

Parings: N/A Characters: Dino (Katekyou Hitman Reborn!), Vic Hunt (OC - Original Character), Reborn (Katekyou Hitman Reborn!), Romario (Katekyou Hitman Reborn!), Cavallone Famiglia, Enzo (Katekyou Hitman Reborn!), Original Characters Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, University, Pre-Canon, Financial Issues, Fluff And Angst

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

CHAPTER 5: EVEN IF WE GOTTA RISK IT ALL

Dino’s coffee table was covered in papers, every page of debt he had available on display with their numbers highlighted and circled. Open on his computer was an internet window with several tabs all squashed together along the top. Dino reached over and moved his cursor across the words: ‘MELBOURNE CUP 2022 WINNINGS FIRST PLACE: $4,400,000’. 

“A bonus of $500,000 for the owner, if their horse won the group one Irish St. Leger run the previous September,” Dino uttered slowly, reading the details of the Melbourne Cup with slow, careful eyes. He penned it down.

The Melbourne Cup didn’t have the largest purse in horse racing, just a bit of skimming had told Dino that. On a notepad, Dino had written down: ‘ DUBAI WORLD CUP $7.2MIL, KENTUCKY DERBY $1.8MIL, THE EVEREST $6.2MIL (IN SYDNEY!)’

But out of all the horse races, especially in the catchment of Australia, the Melbourne Cup had, by far, the greatest reputation. ‘The race that stops the nation’. What a title.

If Dino were to try and get more bang for his buck, he’d have been wiser to go for the Everest or Dubai. However, Dino wasn’t trying to be a one-hit wonder. With the Melbourne Cup came fame, a name backing his horses and the Cavallone brand. If Dino won the Melbourne Cup, it would only make enrolling in richer races all the more simple. 

A meagre four million wasn’t going to put much of a dent in the Cavallone’s debts. No, winning one race wasn’t going to pull them out of the red. Dino was going to be in this for the long haul, participating in one race after another. 

 He needed numbers. As many hooves on the track as possible to increase his chances of winning high positions if not first place. The more horses Dino had in the races, the more prize money he could rake in - and hopefully, break even.

Racing costs money. 

Training, for both jockey and horse. Transportation, feeding, accommodation, equipment and uniforms. All of that came after the original enrollment payments, and for the Melbourne Cup, there were rounds of it. Three to be exact. 

And that was just the Melbourne Cup. 

Dino grimaced and sipped a cup of water, blessedly cold after Dino had found the ice rack in the freezer. He put the glass against his temple and sighed.

There wasn’t much more he could do by himself. Before Dino ran off with this idea, with all his hopeful ‘what if’s and ‘we could’s, Dino would have to present his case to the Family. And since this was going to involve the horses and a whopping portion of the Cavallone funds, he was going to have to talk to the Stable Master and the Vault Keeper. 

That was a full-blown Family Meeting, Dino had never called one of those before! The last time Dino had even seen the Vault Keeper was-

Dino took a slow breath and concentrated on the feeling of cold perspiration dripping down the side of his face. 

The last time Dino had seen the Vault Keeper was the day of his succession and within the hour of his father’s death. 

The Stable Master, at least, Dino knew quite well. 

“Okay,” Dino murmured to Enzo who peeked out from under the coffee table. “For a formal Family Meeting, who do I need to call? Right Hand, Stable Master, Vault Keeper, probably the Head of Housekeeping to keep them in the loop and-” Dino winced, “Available Guardians.”

The Cavallone Don groaned as he flopped back on the couch, still holding that glass to his forehead to try and ward off that headache he felt creeping up on him. 

It wasn’t working. 

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 The first thing Vic noticed when Dino stumbled into class was that he was all but dead on his feet. The poor guy was slumped over in his seat, resting heavily on the desk in front of him. 

 Vic came and found her seat next to Dino at their group’s table. She unpacked her laptop and produced a folder, full of the handouts and the straws and blu-tack for their activity. 

“How’re you doing?” Vic asked, and gave Dino a gentle nudge.

Dino’s arm slipped out from under his jaw and his head hit the desk with a ‘ bang! ’. Vic cursed as heads snapped around and quickly moved to scoop up Dino’s head, hissing at the red mark on the boy’s forehead.

“Fuck,” she wheezed and Dino blinked widely, very much awake now. “You’re in a fucking state! When did you go to bed?”

“Uuuh,” Dino squinted as he rubbed his head, “The, uh-”

Vic had the sudden and horrible feeling that this boy hadn’t actually gone to sleep that night. She looked to her folder, then to the lesson’s tutor who was setting up the projector for the day’s rostered presentation: Social Class.

Oh fuck.

Where the hell was Jess? Vic looked at her phone and saw a text in the group chat.

Jessica Cheng

Hi guys, really sorry the trains are being replaced by buses, I’m gonna be like 10 minutes late. 

Jessica Cheng

Can we just move the activity after Vic and I’ll come in last?

Jessica Cheng

I’ll sprint it, I promise

Vic twitched and looked at the clock. They were only required to speak for three minutes each. Dino looked like he could speak for less. 

She groaned and rubbed her head before sending a text back.

Vic Hunt

Sure, we’ll buy you time.

Jessica Cheng

Kk see you soon

Jessica went abruptly offline then and Vic only hoped she was able to get across campus fast enough. 

“I will be okay,” Dino grumbled from inside his pillow of arms. “May speak, uh, slowly. But it will be done.”

Vic looked to Dino and then slumped in her chair. She took a breath through her nose and out her mouth, her feet pressed hard into the carpeted floor. 

“Yeah. Yeah, sure, we’ll be fine.”

“Dino, Jessica and Vic,” the tutor called and Vic grimaced.

By the end of their tutorial, Jess had scampered off to catch her bus home and Dino and Vic had chosen a sunny patch of grass by the Macquarie University's lake to wallow on. Vic was laid out on her back, her limbs still throbbing with nerves after public speaking adlib with Jess coming not ten, but fifteen minutes late to class. 

Vic was sure she had covered the same point twice with multiple stutters and ‘uh’s. 

“That sucked,” Vic whined loudly.

Dino appeared in her peripheral, sat at her side, and gave a weak smile of agreement. Vic had no idea what he was talking about. Despite his loose hold on English - that was only getting better, she kept reminding him - he had spoken with some kind of damning confidence in his voice that made Vic want to kick him in the shins for making her think he was going to all but faint on her. He spoke like he was used to presenting to groups of people! The bastard!

Vic frowned at him severely, before rolling over in the grass and burying her face in her backpack.

“I believe we- we did very well!” Dino assured and Vic huffed when he gave her a pat on the back. Then under his breath she heard him whisper, “How are you not sweaty?”

“Not everyone had pores like a waterfall,” Vic answered before turning her head and asked, “And what the fuck Dino? You were acting like you were going to die when we got up to speak but as soon as we got that slide up you might have well have been Steve fucking Jobs releasing the new iPhone!”

Dino blinked, and then he curled in on himself. His ears flushed red and Vic had the sudden and intense urge to ask if he had put sunscreen on them today. 

“I, uh, hesitated a lot.”

“No more than I fucking did,” Vic pointed out, “And dude your projection. The teacher had to ask Jess to speak up -- and asked me to slow down. Your pacing was spot on!”

Once again, Dino ducked his head and Vic was reminded of Enzo recoiling back after bumping into her thermos during a study session. 

“You know what? Fuck it, you’re helping me with my public speaking skills from now on. You could sell water to a drowning man.” Vic demanded, before reaching out and poking at Dino’s cargo shorts’ pocket. “Now, release the baby.”

Dino laughed and unpacked Enzo from his pocket, the little turtle stubbornly hiding in his shell even when he was placed on the grass between them, safely in Dino’s shadow. Vic grinned and rolled over to her side, cooing happily as the presence of Enzo soothed her academically injured soul.

 “Hello! Oh hello,” Vic chirped, a complete one-eighty flip from the grumpy, huffy mood she had been in before. “He’s not coming out.”

“Too much sun,” Dino offered, gesturing to the heat that bathed the whole lake despite the students that spotted the valley.  

Vic hummed, it didn’t feel too hot to her. But then again, Enzo had spent most of his life in Italy with Dino. Then she poked Enzo’s shell and saw an eye peeking out at her in great disgruntlement.

“Wait,” Vic sat up and stared at the lake. “Wait, he's a turtle, he can go in the lake! A nice swimmy!” 

Dino’s head snapped around. 

 “After being in your stuffy-ass pocket, a good swim must be exactly what he needs!” Vic insisted, grinning with teeth again.

Dino snatched Enzo up off the ground before Vic could grab him, a nervous smile on his face and a whole new sheet of sweat going down his neck. 

“No! No, uh, Enzo is a- a saltwater turtle! I do not know if the lake water will agree with him.”

Vic paused. Fuck he was right. She winced and scratched the back of her head, feeling bits of grass and leaves come out. 

“Right, sorry, didn’t think about that.” 

God that was a dick move. What was she going to do, grab someone’s emotional support turtle and dump it wherever? Think it through Vic!

“It is okay,” Dino assured, and Vic nearly jumped when he touched her arm -- wow, his hand was moist. “It wouldn’t have hurt him. Enzo is a strong boy.”

Then he reached across and gently placed Enzo in her lap, still once again in his shadow. 

“I don’t think he is liking how warm I am,” Dino laughed.

Vic looked down at Enzo in her lap, then to Dino’s open face. She tucked her chin into her chest and bit down on her smile.

Vic spun and flopped back onto her back with a huff, relaxing all over as she lay in the sun. On her stomach, she felt Enzo shuffle around until he settled on the soft, pillowy space of her stomach.

Dino reached into his pocket and fed the still-hiding Enzo a pellet at a time.

“So, what were you even doing for the whole night?” Vic asked.

Dino shrugged, “Uh, I’ve been investigating. Learning about horse racing, and dealing with some Family issues.” 

Vic hummed lowly, “You’re really keen on that racing idea.”

Dino smiled, and leant back on his hands, voice quiet as he said, “If we can race again…It may save my Family.”

Vic blinked, then tilted her head as she observed him. Vic had only known Dino for little over just a month now, but she felt like she had a loose, if not a reasonable, grasp on one of Dino’s core values: Family.

To Dino, family always comes first. In fact, most of their conversations had at some point turned to family. Dino, at this point, could list off all of Vic’s cousins, aunts and uncles, and Vic was sure she would have to fight Romario for adoption rights.

The ‘Dino Adoption’ debate had become a rather hot topic in the Hunt Houses, a split between factions: To-Adopt, and Not-To-Adopt. Not-To-Adopt was dwindling in numbers, however, with every Dino or University-centric rant Vic sent home. Robbie’s crown was slipping, and Vic’s mum had started a guest bedroom Pinterest inspo-board. 

Vic, her mum and her grandma had been steadfastly ignoring Robbie’s screaming voice messages that ‘we don’t even have a spare room!’

Her dad had always liked carpentry, Vic was sure he’d come up with something. He was always rather smart with his hands — something Vic’s mum liked to sing praises of until someone begged her to shut up over a sea of gagging children. Maybe he’d build a barnyard style granny-flat. Speaking of barns—

“So, like, you’ve been breeding horses for years. You got any cute ones? Like, ones that are fluffy?”

Vic felt like she had at least a loose grip on Dino, and nothing got ‘horse girl’ Dino talking like his horses. Only ask for photos if you’ve got the next few hours free. Dino’s Econ tutorial had been cancelled, they had the whole day.    

The things Vic did to keep her soon-to-be-adopted Dino happy. 

Dino was already fumbling for his phone by the time Vic had uttered the words ‘fluffy’. 

“We have this Przewalski Mongolian! Ah! Beautiful coat! So good to brush, and when she’s freshly bathed!?” 

Dino turned his phone and Vic wheezed at the horse, covered in thick packed fuzz and fur. 

“Oh God, hugging that? Fuckin’ bliss,” Vic all but swooned. “I wanna be squished between two.”

Then she paused, sat up and squinted at the corner of Dino’s screen.

“Gimme that.” Vic took Dino’s phone despite the squawk of alarm and zoomed out to see what Dino had tried to hide. 

In the background of the photo was an early highschool-aged Dino, sporting braces on his teeth and several bandaids all over, and being dragged by the waist of his pants by some huge stallion. The panic and flurry of multiple stablehands and Romario himself attempting to save Dino, a direct contrast to the peaceful grazing of the Mongolian in the foreground. 

Vic snorted before wheezing out her whole lung capacity. Enzo gave a disgruntled click and slipped off Vic’s jumping stomach as she continued to laugh, only fuelled by Dino’s betrayed and indignant babbling. 

Dino lept to take his phone back, but their squabble of hands shifted and zoomed until baby-Dino’s face, crumpled and folded in unflattering fear, took up the screen. Vic doubled over again, cackling with belly and teeth.

Dino huffed as he stole back his phone and moved the picture on screen safely back into his camera roll. He crossed his arms and waited for Vic to be done.

 She took a huge breath, glanced at Dino's face, and then promptly let out another belt of laughter.

 “It was not that funny!” Dino scolded, helping Enzo up into his lap.

 “It was!” Vic gasped, and Dino gave her a smack on the arm.

 “Ah! Abuse! In front of the child!”

 “Enzo has seen worse.”

 “No, my baby,” Vic cried quietly, and rolled over to mourn the sweet turtle’s lost innocence.

 Dino huffed and shifted on the spot, phone in his hands.

 “...We also have a new Haflinger foal,” he said and, this time with an iron grip on his phone, showed Vic the knobbly-kneed foal beside its mother.

 Vic snorted and settled down in the sunbathed grass to be once again regaled of the Cavallone’s prized herd. As always, Dino spoke rapidly. Stumbling over words, ‘ahs’ and ‘ums’, repetition and mistakes not slowing him down in the least as he raved about the last Spring’s yield of four new foals. What Vic couldn’t understand through a thick accent or patchy English-Italian half-words, Vic could fill in with the side gestures Dino made. Vic had heard that Italians spoke with their hands, and Dino was only supporting that stereotype as he drew the shape of a massive mare.

 “Nearly two me’s!” Dino exclaimed.

 Vic imagined a horse that stood well over her own height and immediately felt the need to climb on one. She’d never ridden a horse before, but surely you just, like, clamber up and hold on for dear life.

Dino’s great tale was interrupted, however, when a shrill, aghast voice cut through the afternoon.

“ What the fuck is that!? ”

Dino’s head snapped around and Vic sat up as she saw a girl break off from her group and come storming over. The rest of her group were calling out to her, one of them tried to grab her by her bag.

Vic blinked slowly as the girl came to a stop at Dino’s side, her hackles raised with some kind of righteous anger in her eyes. 

Vic glanced to Dino and asked, “Ah, this your ex or something?”

Dino looked to Vic with wild confusion, “I do not know, I-”

“This is illegal!” The girl snapped and Dino let out a yelp as her hand lashed out and scooped up the still-tucked Enzo. 

In an instant, that warm calm that had utterly steeped Vic’s body flushed out.  

“Oi!” Vic bellowed and sprung to her feet, fists clenched. “What the fuck are you doing?!”

A hot anger boiled in Vic’s blood, Dino’s horror-struck expression only fueling it as he tried to organise himself and ask for Enzo back.

“This!” The girl shouted again, shoving Enzo in Vic’s face, and then Dino’s. “Is an incredibly invasive species! It is illegal to have a Red Eared Slider turtle in Australia!”

“He’s not a Red Slider, you fuck!” Vic seethed, “Enzo’s a Sponge turtle!”

“Look at this shell-”

“Look at his fucking face! ”  

“It's invasive!”

“He’s the wrong fucking species! ” Vic shouted and went to grab Enzo back.

The girl backed out of reach and held Enzo to her chest, loud, angry clicking coming from inside his shell. 

“Red Eared Sliders are aggressive and utterly destroy Australia’s natural freshwater habitats! It needs to be handed over to RSPCA so they can ship it out or put it down!”

Dino gave a sharp gasp of alarm and Vic saw red. 

The hold she had on her temper snapped like a thread pulled taut and with heat in her skin, she lunged forward. Vic went at the girl with nails and elbows. She swiped and poor Enzo went flying in a direction she blindly hoped was Dino’s, a soft ‘aaaaaaaaaaa’ emitting from the shell as it disappeared from her tunnel vision.

The girl screamed as Vic got her hands on her, and threw her whole body weight to send the girl head over heels. She hit the water with an almighty splash, and a flock of ducks noisily took flight.

Vic breathed ragged through her teeth, fists clenched. Her temper, white-hot and utterly boiling her blood, was only slightly settled by the sight of the shell-shocked girl sitting, drenched in the lake.

“Who’s the fucking ‘invasive species’ now, bitch!?” Vic bellowed.

"Got to go, got to go!" Dino chanted near hysterically as he grabbed Vic by her arm and started running.

Vic with gritted teeth and tense shoulders, let Dino drag her across the field and towards the Village. She huffed when she nearly crashed into Dino’s back as he came to a sudden, slow walk. Dino, casually, innocently, walked with Vic passed Campus Security as they sailed passed in their little golf carts.

Vic snorted through her nose and gave Dino’s back a scrutinising look but couldn’t be bothered to see past her own heat haze. 

The gates of the Village came into view and Vic stormed forward, taking heavy, stomped footsteps all the way through to her shitty five-bedroom dormhouse, with her shitty roommates, who didn’t respect her fucking personal space-!

Vic hit her bed facedown. Calm down, calm down, calm fucking down!

Faintly, in the far back of her awareness, Vic heard Dino sit in her creaking desk chair and the thump of him dropping their bags. Dino was such a good boy - what was he doing when Enzo was taken she didn’t look - he was so nice and warm - he walked passed the security didn’t even flinch knew what to do-

Vic rolled onto her back and took a breath in through her nose and out her mouth. In and out, in and out. That girl had said to put Enzo down. Dino’s support animal, someone he took everywhere with him no matter what - Dino needed Enzo and that girl said ‘put down’. 

Vic took another breath in. She clenched her fists. A breath out and clenched her forearms- Why wasn’t it working-

There was a roar in her ears, a thundering thump in her chest.

Then a weight dropped on her stomach, just substantial enough that Vic started out of her rambling spiral. Vic lifted her head and craned her neck, Enzo’s big, beady eyes stared back up at her.

Enzo looked around slowly, before his feet popped out from his shell and, slowly, he plodded up to find a comfortable place on Vic’s chest. 

Just behind Enzo, Vic could see Dino, his hands still outstretched from where he had dropped Enzo on her.

Dino smiled a bit, an awkward, lopsided thing, and said, “Enzo, he, uh, helps me be calm.”

Vic blinked, before she let out a puff of breath. She dropped her head back and used Enzo’s weight to try and sink that rising heat. She felt that familiar rumble in her chest swell and grow, and she let it out in a long, gaping yawn.

Vic hated getting angry, she was always tired afterwards.

Vic sniffed and scratched her cheek, her body heavy right down to the core like her bones were waterlogged. 

“You wanna eat somethin’?” Vic asked.

Dino paused, startled, before he lowered himself to sit on the edge of Vic’s bed and said, “Yeah, what would you like?”

“Chicken nuggets. So many chicken nuggets.”

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Greasy wrappers and stray grains of salt littered the foot of Vic’s bed as the two of them sat up against the wall, Vic’s phone playing music in the background. Dino heaved as he slumped against the wall. He had eaten an obscene amount of nuggets and sweet and sour sauce.

Vic, somehow, was still going. 40 chicken nuggets, and so far 17 of them were sitting in the seemingly bottomless chasm of Vic’s belly.

Dino slurped on his cola as Vic, unflinchingly, ate her 18th and reached for another. 

“How’s Enzo?” Vic asked through half a mouthful of nugget. 

Dino looked to the turtle that, more or less, had put them into hiding for the foreseeable future — or at least until the blurry video of ‘bodily yeeting entitled Karen into lake’ stopped popping up on Dino’s feed every time he refreshed it. It had become a meme template. The speed of the internet was terrifying.

Vic, hearing the grainy sound of her own voice hollering “Who’s the fucking ‘invasive species’ now, bitch!?” shoved her 20th nugget into her mouth. 

Dino winced and closed his phone. 

“Enzo is fine. I told you, he is hardy.”

Vic grumbled and reached to pet Enzo, who paused his munching on a bag of mixed leaves Vic had pulled from a cooler - an ‘esky’ - in the corner of her room. There were three, all stacked on each other and full of chilled foodstuffs.  

Dino glanced at Vic and saw the 24th nugget disappear. He had already seen a fridge in the shared kitchen on the way up to the room. Now, maybe, wasn’t the best time to ask.

Nonetheless, Dino stored it in his memory, another conversation starter!

Vic’s phone suddenly stopped playing music, and the screen flipped to an incoming call. Vic sighed and shoved her last nugget in her mouth before answering the call from ‘Robbie’.

“What?” She asked, muffled around her chicken nugget.

Dino took another sip of his drink as Vic leant her head on his shoulder. 

Casual touch. Dino hadn't experienced that in… Weeks. It had only just dawned on him how much he had missed it after leaving home. 

Dino shifted a bit to make sure he was comfortable - both for him and Vic. He almost felt like someone priming their lap with blankets, hoping the family cat would choose them for the foreseeable hours.

Dino's rather cosy trail of thought was interrupted by the caller on Vic's phone.

“You fucking threw someone into a lake!?” Robbie screeched from the other side of the phone.

Vic made a lazy, noncommittal noise as she slowly chewed, completely unhurried by the state her brother was apparently in. 

“Vicky, I thought you were over this!”

Vic proceeded to mutter something vaguely mocking through her chewing. Dino snorted a bit despite how he tried to send her a scolding look. Vic ignored him.

“Jesus Christ, Vicky- Why’d you even do it!?”

Vic took a sip of her frozen coke and simply said, “Bitch tried to take Dino’s turtle.”

There was a faint bang, and then a distinctly loud bang. Then came the scream of Robbie being tackled and the fight for the phone.

“Bitch did what to Enzo!?”

Dino glanced to Vic. He had been wondering where she had sent all those turtle pictures — evidently, a good bulk had gone to Bec, her cousin.

“Crazy cunt fucking stole Enzo out of Dino’s lap like he was a Woolies apple and started going on about ‘invasive species’ and ‘putting him down’ and like fuck was I gonna let her talk shit like that!” Vic ranted, waving her cup at the far window like her cousin was standing before them.

There was a pause, before there was a chorus of approval in the background. At least four voices all chipped in with their opinions and Dino was hit with the sudden realisation that there was a roomful of Hunts on the other end of that line.

“You should have thrown her deeper, Vicky!”

“Strengthen those little chicken wings! You’ve gotta start going to the gym!”

“Don’t support this!” Robbie yelled over the cheering and was met with a round of ‘boo’s.

“Oi, we always back family! Even if they’re doing something kinda stupid — we always back our family!”

Dino stared down at the bubbles patterning the sides of his waxed paper cup. Family always backs each other.

“Dino and Enzo are my babies, I’m not letting some half-cocked bitch make ‘em sad,” Vic scoffed and wrapped an arm around him — tipping a bit of ice down the back of his shirt as she did. Not entirely by accident, if Vic’s snicker meant anything as he frantically tried to get it out.

As Dino finally got the last of the ice out from the waist of his pants, Dino saw Vic grin up at him with the usual amount of teeth. He huffed and couldn’t resist smiling back at her.

Romario was going to be so proud of him. Everyone was going to be proud of him! 

Family backs each other, even in their riskiest of endeavours.

“If you wanna adopt the bastard, you’ve gotta stop being violent in public!”

There were jeers and the bellowing of a crowd of people and Vic slipped off Dino’s shoulder and back onto her bed, phone pressed to her ear. 

Dino looked down at Vic as she listened to her family through the phone. She looked the most relaxed he had seen her in — probably ever. Distinctly, it wasn't that strange, almost sedated calm that followed Vic around usually. This calm was the most human he had seen, the most natural.

Dino looked down at Vic, who laid with her eyes closed and her family screaming in her ear, and found himself wondering what kind of Flame she had hidden dormant.

Then, there was a loud crash from Vic's phone and the line went dead, someone had obviously slapped the end button with their elbow or face in the scuffle. Vic scoffed as the music on her phone resumed and she let it drop to the side of the pillow, already pawing around for her frozen coke.

Dino watched her fingertips graze the edge, collecting droplets of perspiration. He nudged it slightly further out of reach. 

"Cunt," Vic hissed and Dino laughed as she uncoordinatedly smacked the side of her calf against his head.

Vic gave a heave of great effort and distress as she rolled onto her belly, finally grasping her slushy drink in hand. She took a long slurp before she craned her neck to look at Enzo, only his little tail visible as he dug deeper into the pile of leafy greens.

"I will not be able to bring Enzo out of my pocket for a time," Dino sighed and saw Vic blow disgruntled bubbles into her slushy.

"Yeah," she bit out, keeping whatever loaded rant she had shoved deep away. 

 Dino smiled weakly and took another drink of his cola, a loud, empty slurp that rattled the straw. Then Dino looked around at Vic's room, the cramped desk, the stacked eskys.

 "If you want," Dino started and leant back on a hand, trying to be nonchalant-

 Vic's body pillow didn't take his weight and Dino gave a gurgled yelp as his arm gave way and he fell. His head connected painfully with Vic's bony knees, Vic gave a gasp of pain and Dino clutched his head. 

 Soon, the two of them sat on the bed, two young adults curled up in groaning pain.

 "What the fuck, Dino?" Vic wheezed, holding her knees as they throbbed.

 "Sorry," Dino whined as the beginnings of a headache settled deep in his right temple. "I wanted to ask you if you would like to meet at my house. Enzo cannot meet you outside for a while."

 Vic massaged her knees before she kicked Dino in the side.

 “Fucking oath I am! Thought that was a fucking given!” 

 Dino winced as Vic kicked him in the side again, before, tentatively, Dino lightly thumped his foot against the back of Vic’s thigh. There was a distinct, fleshy ‘thwap’.

 A pause hung in the air, and Dino had the familiar sensation of social-faux-pas-dread settle in the bottom of his stomach—

 Dino heard something akin to an elated warcry from the other end of the bed, and all seventy kilos of Vic’s weight came crashing down on him, twenty-four nuggets and all. Dino wheezed and the two became a brawling wrangle of slapping hands and kicking feet, all up until Vic rolled and kicked Dino off the side of the bed. 

 Dino shrieked and clawed at the sheets until he went tumbling, shoulders-first to the floor. He gasped, splayed out on his back on the dorm’s musty carpet and stared up at Vic’s ceiling, dotted with weird marks.

 Vic’s face appeared from over the edge, a smug, vindictive curl to her grin. 

 “Cunt,” she said.

 Dino grabbed his cup, sloshing with half-melted ice cubes, and grabbed Vic by her beloved oversized band-tee and dumped it. 

 Vic shrieked and Dino couldn’t help the belly-deep cackling that burst out as he watched Vic frantically scoop at her bra under her shirt.

☁ ☁ ☁

 It had taken a bit over ten days and several nervous breakdowns, cushioned by either Enzo or Vic, but Dino felt like he was ready to call for a Family Meeting of the Cavallone. Or, well, he wasn’t seconds away from cardiac arrest at the thought of it, now.

 Dino wheezed a bit. Now, he just needed to get in contact with Romario and set it up.

 Dino reached for his phone. He hadn’t tried to contact home in a while. Between university, Vic, races, and his bi-weekly laying-on-the-floor-in-crisis time, Dino hadn’t had the chance to call home in…nearly six weeks now! Going on seven! They were fresh into April, nearly mid-semester break, and Dino hadn’t called since February.

 This was probably, no, definitely, the longest Dino hadn’t gone without contact with the Cavallone. 

 Seeing Vic listening to her family, had reminded Dino of just how much he missed them. Dino just wondered if anyone would pick up, or if Reborn’s contact-ban was still in place.

 Dino withered and dialled Romario’s quick-dial, and uttered a short prayer. It rang once, twice—

 “Boss!” 

 Dino suddenly understood why Vic had just laid down and listened. He could hear so much through the phone. Familiar songbirds, the chatter of Cavallone stablehands and the bray of horses. Suddenly, Dino was hit with the smell of the stables in early Spring; the fresh sand and straw they laid on the muddy ground, the lavender and wild rosemary that grew outside, the sweat and manure.

 Dino wanted to be like Vic and just curl up on his side and listen. 

 “Boss! How have you been!?” Romario asked and Dino heard the clammer and cacophony of news in the background: the Boss had finally called home.

 God, Dino had missed the sound of Italian; a good Sicilian accent.

 “I’m fine, Romario. I’ve still got all my fingers and toes,” Dino assured with a laugh. “I’ve got some killer tanlines, though.”

 “Good! After your exams you were far too pasty looking!”

 Dino rolled his eyes, this wasn’t the first time Romario had feared a potential vitamin-D deficiency.

 “So, tell me, what have you been up to?” Romario urged, and Din could just imagine him leant up against the gates of the stables in his singlet and jeans.

 Dino relaxed into the couch, Enzo snoozed in his luggage-enclosure. 

 “Class is hard,” Dino admitted, “I’ve gotta use Google translate and listen to lectures twice as long. If I didn’t have Vic to help me, I would have absolutely bombed on the vocabulary mini-test!”

 At some point, the update had turned into Dino’s whinging time - but could you really blame him? For months, Dino had been left to flail alone in this strange country, and he didn’t even have the English skills to vent properly to his one friend—

 “I’ve-!” Dino started loudly, a rush of pride returning when he remembered his shining achievement. “I’ve made a friend!”

 There was a beat of silence, before someone far away gasped, “ What?”

 “I’ve made a friend!” Dino repeated, “Her name’s Vic!”

 “A woman!?”

 “She’s really nice! She loves Enzo! She threw someone in the lake for us! And she bought us chicken nuggets!” 

 Dino grinned as he regaled Romario and their menagerie of eavesdroppers about the many adventures he had been on with Vic around the university and to the nearby shopping centres. 

 Dino decided to omit the part where he got lost in the Kmart homewares section, and had to go to the front desk so they could call for Vic over the announcement system. ‘Attention customers, could 'Vic Hunt' please come to the front of the store to collect your…child?’ was still engraved in Dino’s head, along with the stares from the staff. Vic had all but run through the store to get him. By then, Dino had been offered a snake-shaped lolly, half of which Vic stole, and held his hand the rest of the shop so neither got lost in that department store maze. 

 Instead, Dino moved onto how he and Vic met almost daily to study and chat, and how she liked to listen about the horses — Dino nearly flung himself off the couch when he snapped up, suddenly reminded of what this phone call was about.

 “Romario,” Dino said and heard the excited chatter fall silent at his tone. “I want to call a Family Meeting.”

 Romario’s shift was immediate.

 “What for, Boss?”

Dino could hear him move away from the stable and the working hands.

“I’ve been thinking about the state of the Family and the few resources we have. Being so far from home has, well, it’s given me a new perspective.” Dino said slowly, knowing he was about to broach a sensitive subject. “The Cavallone need to use our horses again. The Cavallone need to race again.”

Romario took a sharp, hissed breath in through his teeth. Racing was taboo.

“Boss,” he began shakily, like some part of him expected the ghost of the Eight Boss to enact vengeance upon them. “The Cavallone have been banned for nearly one hundred years!”

“In Italy,” Dino pointed out, looking down at the list of races all around the world. “And only in Mafia circles.”

“You want to race civilians?” Romario asked, the disbelief clear in his voice. “Our Cavallone horses, against civilians? ”

“Yes,” Dino responded, “Our horses. Our… untrained horses.” Dino suddenly felt that cardiac arrest creeping up again. “We need money. Racing is lucrative.”

He gripped his trousers until his knuckles were white. “Please, Romario.” Dino’s voice was quiet in the empty, dark living room. “I believe this will work. I believe this, our horses, can save our Family.”

Romario was silent.

Dino let him work through his thoughts. He knew he was asking for a lot, and for Romario to stick his neck out for Dino. Romario was the one who would have to act as proxy and call everyone to the Meeting, and in doing so, show complete faith in Dino’s plan.

Romario’s voice came through the speaker. “Very well, Boss. I’ll organise the Meeting. Will tomorrow suit you?”

A relieved smile broke out on Dino's face. “Whenever. We’ll have to work with timezones, anyway.”

“Ten hours, right? I will see what I can do.”

Dino let out a long sigh, feeling nearly lightheaded. “Thank you, Romario.”

“Of course, Boss,” Romario hummed, “Get some rest, it must be late.”

Dino looked at his clock, 2AM. He needed to go to sleep, he had class at 10AM. 

“Boss, you should send us photos now that we can talk again. Is Australia really all just desert and city?”

“What? No, there’s plenty of greenery and water here!” Dino laughed, “But it’s hot. A different hot to home. Vic has been busy making sure I don’t get heat stroke.”

“Sounds nice, it’s still cold here. But by the time you’re home, it’ll be warm. You come at the end of your semester, right? June?”

“Yeah, June to August, Winter break. Vic will be miserable, she loves warmth. Like a lizard.”

Romario laughed and Dino let himself flop across his couch. They had just said Dino should have gone to bed, but he couldn’t find it in himself to hang up. Not after so long without his Family. 

“So your friend, Vic, is she a local?” 

“Yeah, Vic’s from Australia,” Dino hummed, and grabbed a pillow to cuddle, sleep beginning to press against the back of his eyes. “She says she was born around here, actually. But her family has moved to, uh, Castle-something. Has a new baby cousin she wants to see.”

“And you said she’s been keeping you alive,” Romario chuckled and Dino gave some kind of senseless whine of indignation.

“Only- Kinda, yeah, but like, leave me alone maybe?” Dino grumbled, before rolling over on the couch, “How’s everyone at home doing?”

Dino cuddled into the throw pillow and listened as Romario recited the usual reports on the comings and goings of the Cavallone estate. It was the usual chaos, with a bit of a curve ball thrown in with the Boss away. But Romario, as usual, managed to wrangle everything under control, especially with the Stable Master acting as the Cavallone regent. 

They were still receiving their local import of barley and hay at a steady pace, and the farmers had offered a ‘loyalty perk’ after generations of working together. Dino nearly teared up as he heard how they had reduced their prices by 10%. He made sure to make Romario write down the family name of every farmer, the Cavallone would always be loyal to them. 

The Ninth’s Guardians were still responding to messages, but only enough to assure that they weren’t dead. Even then, only Croix was handling correspondence. Really, the only evidence that the rest of the Guardians were still around was Croix’s word and the Cavallone delivery boys that dropped off supplies to them. Getting them out to the Family Meeting was probably going to be the hardest, they hardly left the Ranch anymore.

Dino frowned and clutched his pillow. He had been worried about his uncles. Losing a Sky was never easy, and Guardians could only outlive their Harmony with so much grace.

One of the younger Cavallone wards had finally been able to manifest a Flame expression. Though, it was scratching some heads with its Frequency. It was probably just a weird expression, maybe some kind of strong Secondary coming through. They hoped the kid settled down soon, it was causing their carers concern. 

Well that was concerning, Dino hummed and sleepily instructed that the child would be put under watch. 

Brutus got bit on the ass by a mule that morning. It was his own fault, he should have known better than to be off-guard in the presence of one of the biters. The Stablehands had a good laugh out of it and everyone had a good look at the pattern on his boxers. 

Dino snorted and relaxed, listening as the accounts became less and less important, Romario’s reports devolving into mindless updates on the little things Dino missed around the place in the time he was gone. He closed his eyes and opened his ears to the sound of Romario and that far off island of Sicily he so missed.

The next morning, Dino received the notification for the Family Meeting’s appointed time: 8PM. 10AM on the Italian’s side.

He spent the time between classes preparing, making notes, practising his delivery. Anything to get rid of the shake in his knees and the quiver in his voice. Vic had noticed and had offered Dino a sympathetic hiss when she had heard the abridged summary.

“Hey,” she said, giving Dino a gentle shove with her elbow. “If you want, I’ll drop by after the call? We can hang out, get some food?”

Then she had bought him something sweet from the student cafe to perk him up before they parted ways. Dino was always grateful that he managed to make a friend all the way out here.

Dino nibbled on the frankly monstrously-sized cookie as he went about setting up his computer and space, trying to hold his treat in a way that wouldn’t melt the choc chips. He moved a bag of takeaway wrappers out from behind his couch and finally made the trip to the bin, taking a few wrappers and packages of assorted socks. 

He fluffed the couch’s throw pillows and quickly brought that random, dying succulent to the back porch. He was in the middle of gently encouraging the fake Monstera plant to sit right when the chime for the meeting rang out. 

Dino gasped and vaulted for the couch, completely overshooting it and slamming face-first into the narrow space between the couch and coffee table.

“Good to see the boy hasn’t changed.”

Dino’s face went red and he began his squirming crawl to try and get his feet out of the air and back under him. 

“I thought you gave up trying to do handstands when you were little Dino!” Came that teasing, smoker-rough voice and Dino finally flipped himself right-side up.

“I wasn’t trying to do a handstand, Uncle Croix!”

The Rain Guardian to the late Ninth Cavallone and Dino’s Uncle in every sense but blood grinned at him through the screen. He was a jovial man that was going well grey, with a short-boxed beard lining framing his jaw and crows feet pinching the corners of his eyes. 

“Young Romario tells me you’ve been good and roasted down there in Australia! Remember to keep away from the sun, or you’ll end up looking like Anvil, all patchy and leather skinned!” Croix powered on and Dino resisted the urge to sink into his chair, knowing that once Croix was rolling, nothing short of an all out gunfight could stop him.

“Let the boy talk, Croy,” the Stablemaster groused, and Dino looked to the second panel where the rest of the Meeting’s attendants sat.

The Stablemaster, the Vault Keeper, the Head of Housekeeping, and Romario all sat around the one board table they had left, and were turned in their seats to face him. The Vault Keeper sat there, nearly unmoving. If it weren’t for the rest of the room, Dino would have thought the camera was frozen.

Dino started to sweat. The last time he had seen all these faces at once, his father had been a cooling body in the next room. 

“Whenever you’re ready, Boss, we can begin,” Romario urged, and Dino snapped to attention.

“Right,” he said, and looked at his notes just to the side of the computer, written on a little notepad. 

Vic at some point had drawn a small dick on the corner of the first hundred or so pages. Up until literally just now, Dino had thought it was a lop-sided heart. 

Dino let out a short snort. He took a breath, and with Vic’s supportive presence in the form of a collection of penned dicks, he began.

“I believe it is safe to say that we are all aware of the state of the Cavallone,” there was a grumble of consensus. “We are sinking, with the last of our furniture reaching their final bid, we have no way of keeping up with the debt.”

Romario winced, and the Stablemater frowned. Croix didn’t utter a sound, and watched through the screen with a solemn expression. 

“At the rate we are going, our Cavallone will succumb to debt and be bankrupt within five years.” Five years. Dino would barely be twenty-three. “We need a way to stop this, our Family, from falling apart.” 

Dino glanced at each face on his screen, “We need to race again.”

The Head of Housekeeping went pale. Croix shifted back in his chair, and the Stablemaster’s expression became utterly stormy. 

Romario looked at Dino through the camera and nodded, as if to say, “go on.”

Dino pushed on, referring to his notes, and those little dicks, whenever he felt his resolve waver. He recalled the great success Cavallone horses flaunted during their golden age, referenced the sheer profits the Family had turned from racing, and how the Cavallone could enjoy the same today. Dino highlighted articles, winning and race purses, and the prestige that came with it. He pointed out budgeting, and plans, and week's worth of fervent research and study. 

Dino pushed that all of this was within grasp. Outside of the thin borders of Italy. Outside of the influence of the Mafia. That the Cavallone’s retribution was there for the taking if they just reached for it.

Faces were grim. 

The Vaultkeeper had turned her head away.

The Head of Housekeeping smiled like he was in pain. He probably was. He had been young, but he had been there during the reign of the Eighth. He had been there to watch him break.

“You want us to race?” The Stablemaster asked, gravel in his tone. “You want us to gamble away the last of the money keeping us afloat?”

Dino took a breath, “That money is time we bought ourselves by selling our history. Do you know what the other Families call us? A Family selling off their pride.”

“Pride will not pay out our debts-”

“In a starving house, pride is all we have left,” Dino rebutted, “Pride, and spite, and a vindictive Will to live. Is this not all we have left to heat our halls and till our fields, and feed our horses — who sit stagnant in their stables, because of men who were too weak to beat us!”

Dino sat straight, his shoulders squared and seethed.

“Since I was born, I have only heard smuggled whispers of the glory of the Cavallone horses. Our trophies sit in dusty, moulding boxes! Instead of taking us on fairly with dignity, they hide behind one another and slash at our ankles! Our right to race was just the tipping point, our trade with merchants and businesses have been undercut by the same hands! How long do we intend to cower at the echoes of the Eighth’s tantrums, and the descendants of tiny men!?”  

The Stablemaster, everyone, had sat up at Dino’s tone, the furrow of his brow, the square of his shoulders. The Vault Keeper turned to Dino slowly.

Dino unclenched his jaw and breathed, long and slow, out through his nose. 

“I know I’ve only been Don for not even a full year, and I know I am asking for more trust than I may deserve. But I believe that our horses are our key to survival. I am willing to bet on it.”

The Stablemaster narrowed his eyes, “What are you betting?”

Dino smiled.

“What is the Cavallone if not my life and head?” 

Croix sat up sharply, “Dino!”

“If the Cavallone fail to pay off their debts, our ‘benefactors’ will expect to be paid in blood,” Dino frowned, “At least this way, you all can renounce the Cavallone name.”

“Like absolute hell would we let you take the fall!” Croix boomed, peeking his laptop’s microphone and leaving a static buzz. 

Romario stood from his chair, “I cannot agree to those terms! Even if the Cavallone falls, I will not leave you, Boss.”

“Unless you have some secret Cavallone blood in your veins, you won’t be much of a prize,” Dino huffed, “But thank you.”

“Okay, I’m in,” the Stablemaster said, and Romario’s head snapped around.

“You can’t be serious! On those terms!?” 

“No, dumbass, those terms are utter horseshit, but he’s proved his conviction. So I’ll bite,” the Stablemaster, the man who called all the final shots on the horses of the Cavallone and the only one who could undermine the Don, turned to look at Dino. “The Cavallone will go down kicking.”

The Vault Keeper turned her hooded head to Dino and said in a voice all raspy and old as ash, “Little Dino, we will never leave you to pay for the mistakes we did not help avoid. Do not say as much again.”

It was cold and scolding, like the distant aunt the Cavallone Vault Keeper was. The Keeper of the Cavallone’s treasures and secrets. She would have never left her station. 

“Right,” Dino smiled, feeling warm to the core. “I meant no insult. But my argument still stands.”

The Vault Keeper looked to the Stablemaster, Head of Housekeeping and Romario. Croix sat silent in his chair. 

“I’ve already said my stance,” the Stablemaster shrugged, “I’m in. The boy Boss knows what he wants, and he wants to race. So long as the horses are safe, I’m happy to let them out of their stables.”

Romario huffed as he dropped back into his chair, fixing his suit jacket, “I support the Boss’ plan to race.”

“It’s a risk,” the Head of Housekeeping said softly, “Keeping up the salaries of the house’s staff will be difficult.”

“Of course, we’ll cut back where we can to keep them paid,” Dino assured, and the man nodded. Dino had always made sure their staff was paid, it was one of the highest priorities. “I’m sure there are some functions on the estate that can be put on hold. Please, make a list of what you think can be done without, and we’ll work through cutting it.”

“...Very well,” he said, slightly ashen.

Dino gazed upon the man who had taught him to button his shirts, and cleaned up after him every time clumsy little Dino made a mess.

“When you get the chance, please, get those trophies out from the attic. They shouldn’t be hidden, let them be on display again, as they should be.”

The Head of Housekeeping blinked at Dino, before he smiled, his grey, wrinkled face softening.

“As you wish, Boss.”

The Vault Keeper sat still again, utterly unmoving. Then she sighed, nearly slumped over as she bowed under the weight of her decision.

“Little Dino, I hope you know what you’re getting us into. I never wanted you to become a gambler.”

“Just this once, I promise,” Dino smiled, “And a few more times after we win.”

‘After’. When, not if.

The Vault Keeper scoffed at Dino. 

Then everyone turned their attention to the last man yet to speak: Croix, the Ninth Rain Guardian and representative of all the Cavallone Guardians. He sat there, seemingly staring through the screen and far away. 

Dino clenched his fists on his knees out of frame of the camera. He hated seeing his zio like this. Guardians could only outlive their Harmony with so much grace.

“Uncle Croix?” Dino urged gently. 

Croix’s clouded eyes lit up with awareness as he came back to himself. He glanced around the screen, taking in those faces that were looking at him expectantly. Dino smiled in a way he hoped was reassuring.

“Whatever you want to do, Dino, your uncles will support you,” Croix said, “I’ve never seen a Cavallone horse race, either. We are long overdue — just, don’t make betting your life a habit.”

Dino grinned sheepishly, and his heart felt bright. 

“That said,” the Stablemaster interjected, and something in his tone made Dino’s stomach tighten. “If we’re going to do this, we do it properly, Boss.”

Dino nodded, “Of course, I don’t plan to do this half-cocked. As you allow, I’d like to use our best-performing horses.”

The best of the Cavallone’s prized herd. Their fastest, their most enduring. 

The Stablemaster crossed his arms, lined with hair and thin scars. 

“Then you’ll be asking for Glory.”

Dino’s smile went thin. He nodded.

“Yes, Glory is at the top of the list. She is our best horse.”

Romario glanced at Dino.

Croix lowered his eyes to his lap, his face carefully blank. Every breath he took was slow and measured.

“Understand me, Dino Cavallone, if you allow anything to happen, or treat her anyway less than she deserves, I will withdraw my support immediately,” the Stablemaster promised, his voice laced with warning.

Dino swallowed thickly. If the Stablemaster pulled out, everything Dino had worked for would come undone within hours. As soon as the Stablemaster called for it, every Cavallone horse would come home.

All for Glory.

For a moment, Dino remembered the thundering of hooves, the frantic screams, a sick bed, the stinging scent of antiseptic. 

An empty bed, the sheets clean and pressed flat. The room utterly still.

Dino let out a long breath, and pushed aside those thoughts and the burn in the back of his throat. 

“Of course, Stablemaster,” Dino said solemnly, purposefully. “I assure you, Glory will be safe and treated with the best care we can afford our horses moving forward.”

The Stablemaster stared at Dino, scrutinising him down to the bone. Then he nodded, one stiff, sure nod.

“On your head, Boss,” he said.

“On my head,” Dino agreed softly.

No one in the room spoke, the silence stretching and strangeling everyone on the call. Dino shook his head and sat up to address the Head of Housekeeping.

“Please organise that list on the estate budget cuts, and send it to me as soon as possible.”

“Yes, Boss,” the elderly man said.

“Vault Keeper, please keep an eye on our finances throughout. Alert us immediately if you notice something awry. We can’t allow for mistakes.”

“Very well,” she responded.

“Stablemaster, please compile a list of our best horses, and everything you believe they will need during and after transport.”

“It’ll be extensive, they're picky bastards.”

“I’m sure we can handle it,” Dino assured, “Romario, you will be my proxy, as always. Please help where you can and keep things running smoothly. We cannot let the other Families get wind of this.”

“Of course, Boss,” Romario nodded, and Dino nearly wheezed in relief. 

Where would he be without Romario? 

Then Dino looked to Croix, who sat watching the flurry with a look of… Nostalgia. Pride. Pain.

“Uncle Croix,” Dino said, and the man sat to attention like all those times the Ninth had called upon him. “Please watch out for yourself and my other uncles. I want you all in good health when we hold a Cavallone-style celebration.”

Croix blinked. Then he let out a booming laugh that Dino had heard throughout his childhood.

“Right! Right! Gotta get these beer bellies fitting back in their suits! Give us some time, won’t you, Dino? Don’t go winning too fast?”

“Bah, you’ll need to cut more than the beer to get back into your suits! Dino, you should budget their cheese, too!” The Stablemaster heckled, and Croix gasped hard enough to choke. 

“My cheese is lite!”

“Light in colour maybe! I’ve seen you scarf that down!”

Dino laughed as Croix vehemently defended his ‘sampling’ of the local delicacies. 

“It puts money back into the local economy!”

“But Croix,” the Head of Housekeeping uttered, a concerned and amused pinch to his brow that spoke of the years he had spent herding Croix and his fellow Set when they were just young men. “Didn’t you develop an intolerance to lactose recently? The doctor said as much.”

Croix thinned his lips and refused to respond. 

The Meeting wound to a close, and everyone had their orders. 

The Cavallone horses would race again, under the crest of their Tenth Generation.

Dino closed his laptop with a weary and utterly stressed sigh. He slumped back into his couch and scratched his nails through his hair. 

He had done it. The first Family Meeting as Don, and he had actually done it! He had convinced the Family to go along with this stupid, ride-or-die plan! Jesus Christ, Dino needed a drink. He was craving Pepsi, the kind he had drunk with Vic.

A steady thump, thump, thump sounded through the walls, the bass beat made the floors vibrate. Dino glanced to his windows — one of his neighbours had a party going. 

The clock on Dino’s phone glared that it was nearly 10PM. Dino yawned and stood from his divot in the couch, scanning the floor for where Enzo had crawled off to. Then he heard it.

A soft ‘clink, chunk’ and repeat. 

Dino listened to the jangle and crunch, and let out a soft groan of, “Enzo, why me? I wanna go to sleep so badly!”

Enzo peered from around the bedroom doorway with a soft wheeze. Dino picked his phone from the table and typed up a text to Romario, taking a drink from his cup as he did. Someone was trying to break into Dino’s dormhouse.

Dino put aside his glass and scooped Enzo up off the floor as he made his way back to his bedroom, turning off the lights as he did. He closed his bedroom door and felt the faintest clunk as the latch fell into place and a jimmy-rigged security system swung into activity. 

Dino had been tutored by Reborn, after all. He had to learn something from the PTSD.

Dino followed his bedtime routine. He changed into some light pyjamas, washed his slightly sweaty face, brushed his teeth and crawled into bed, Enzo cuddled up against his chest. Right over the heart.

Dino closed his eyes, let out a long breath and listened. The crunch of dried gum leaves out near the back porch. The metallic groan as someone mounted the porch railing. The soft, muffled crack of glass. 

Dino continued to breathe, slow and unhurried. He needed his would-be hitman deeper in his house. Dino clutched the handle of his whip, coiled under the blankets with him.

Footsteps over the tile, and disappeared on the rug. Breath outside the bedroom door.

All Dino’s interior doors opened inwards. Dino had to wait.

The door unlatched. The person peered in through a crack. The tip of Dino’s whip caught them in the eye. 

Dino untangled himself from his sheets, watching the man stumble back, clutching his face. Dino almost sympathised with the guy, he had been whipped in the eye more times than he — or Romario — could count.

The would-be assailant stumbled blindly, before giving a sharp gasp as he felt a tug at his clothes. Dino had learnt much from Reborn, and from personal experience, nothing threw someone off like having the threat of indecent exposure during an otherwise serious situation. 

The man fumbled with his shredding pants, hooks and wires ripping and peeling at his suit, eyes red and watering.

Dino stood — and promptly planted his face into the hard weave of the floor rug. Dino groaned. He should have known this was going too well. He heaved himself to his feet, cradling his carpet-burnt nose. 

The man pulled himself free from the last of the hooks, cameo-print briefs on display and belt clinging to the last scraps of a waistband. 

Dino reeled his whip back and lashed it across the man’s bared thigh. It didn’t wrap around like Dino had hoped, but it made the man buckle to the floor with a muted gasp again. 

He was being quiet. Being careful not to alert Dino’s neighbours. But the beat and thump of music from a few doors down told Dino that the majority of his neighbours were either too busy partying away the last hours of a Friday night, or trying to drown it out, to notice.

Better for him, honestly. The crack of a whip wasn’t exactly covert.

The man hissed between his teeth and pulled his weapon of choice from his pocket. Wire glinted and strained in his leather-gloved hands. He lunged, wire tight and Rino pulled his whip across his face. 

He could hear the wire pluck at the leather of his whip, but it never bit through. Something birthed from Leon would never buckle that easily. 

Dino gritted his teeth and kicked at the man’s knees. He went down with a sickening crack and his knees bowing like a bird’s. 

The hitman threw something at Dino from the floor, and Dino swallowed a cry as some kind of powder, hot and irritating, coated his face. Dino pressed his lips and eyes shut, and didn’t dare to breathe, wiping his face with his shirt. Dino fumbled and kicked as he felt hands and wire reach for his ankles.

His face burnt, and Dino tasted something acrid and bitter on the tip of his tongue. Every one of his senses begged Dino to get it off, wash it off, do something.

Dino scrubbed at his lips and around his nose, desperate to breathe again. He charged forward, palming at the walls and feeling the way to the bathroom. Something pulled at Dino’s ankles, the sound of wire pulled taut and a small, sharp pain was his only warning before Dino went toppling into the living room. 

His shoulder crashed into the coffee table and the cup Dino had left to ‘future him’ tipped over and splashed directly into his face. Dino sputtered and spat, before finally taking a sweet, lungful of air. He could still taste the remnants of that powder, but he could breathe. Dino palmed at the tabletop and wiped his face with the pooled water. 

He peered an eye open, and immediately felt the tear-inducing burn. He gritted his teeth and bore it as the blurry figure of his hitman crawled its way towards Dino. 

Dino scrambled to his feet and grabbed his whip. 

The man lunged, sprung from his one good leg. He caught Dino around the middle and the two crashed into the wall console, the dying pot plant dropped and shattered on the carpet. 

Dino struggled as the man tried to press his wire against Dino’s throat. Dino kicked his knee again and felt the bone move under his toes. The man reeled back, mouth agape in a silent scream.

Dino wrapped his whip around the man’s throat and yanked tight.

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School Admissions in Dubai: A Gateway to Quality Education

Dubai, a thriving metropolis and one of the most dynamic cities in the world, is home to a wide array of high-quality educational institutions. As the city attracts a diverse and growing population, the demand for top-tier education has led to the establishment of numerous schools offering a variety of curricula. For families looking to enroll their children in a school, navigating the school admissions process in Dubai can seem complex but offers ample opportunities for those seeking a world-class education for their children. This article provides insights into the factors that parents need to consider when applying for school placements in Dubai and what makes the city’s schools stand out.

A Wide Range of Educational Options

Dubai boasts an array of schools offering different curricula, ensuring that families can select an option that best fits their child’s needs and future aspirations. From the British, American, and International Baccalaureate (IB) systems to specialized international programs, there is no shortage of high-quality institutions. This diverse selection allows parents to choose a curriculum that aligns with their child's academic needs, interests, and future university or career goals.

The British system, for instance, is widely recognized for its structured approach to education, with a focus on subjects such as English, mathematics, and the sciences. The American curriculum, on the other hand, emphasizes a broad education, offering students flexibility in selecting a wide range of subjects. The IB program, known for its rigorous academic standards and emphasis on critical thinking and global awareness, is also available at many Dubai schools, providing students with an international education.

The School Admissions Process

School admissions in Dubai can vary greatly depending on the institution and the curriculum it follows. However, there are some general guidelines and procedures that most schools adhere to during the admissions process.

Application Forms and Documents: Parents typically begin the admissions process by completing an application form, either online or in-person, depending on the school. This form requires basic information about the child, such as their date of birth, previous school records (if applicable), and medical information. In addition to the application form, schools often require supporting documents such as the child’s passport copy, residency visa, birth certificate, and sometimes academic transcripts or report cards from the previous year.

Entrance Tests and Interviews: Many schools in Dubai require entrance assessments or interviews as part of the admissions process. These may include written tests in subjects such as mathematics and English, as well as an interview with the child and parents. The purpose of these assessments is to gauge the child’s academic ability and ensure that the school is a good fit for their learning needs.

Priority and Deadlines: Dubai schools tend to have high demand for places, especially for popular curricula like IB or British. As a result, schools may give priority to certain categories of applicants, such as those with siblings already enrolled or children of staff members. Parents must be aware of application deadlines, which can vary depending on the school and the academic year.

School Fees: School fees in Dubai can vary widely depending on the institution, curriculum, and grade level. While the cost of education in Dubai is relatively high compared to many other countries, parents can rest assured that the investment reflects the quality of education and facilities provided. It is important for parents to fully understand the fee structure, including registration fees, tuition fees, and additional costs for extracurricular activities, uniforms, and transport.

Acceptance and Enrollment: After the assessment and review process, successful applicants are informed about their acceptance into the school. Upon acceptance, parents are required to complete the enrollment process, which often includes submitting additional forms, providing payment for the first term’s fees, and attending an orientation session. This is also the time when parents should confirm any special requirements, such as extra learning support or accommodations for students with special needs.

Factors to Consider When Applying

Choosing the right school for your child in Dubai requires careful thought and consideration. Several factors should be taken into account to ensure the school aligns with your child’s needs and your family’s values. Here are some key factors to consider when applying for a school in Dubai:

Curriculum Fit: One of the most important factors to consider is the curriculum offered by the school. Dubai has schools offering British, American, IB, and other international systems, each with its approach to education. Research the structure and content of the curricula to determine which one aligns best with your child’s academic strengths and future goals.

Location and Facilities: Proximity to your home or workplace is another crucial factor when selecting a school. Traffic in Dubai can be a challenge, so choosing a school that is conveniently located can help save time and reduce stress for both parents and children. Additionally, consider the facilities available at the school, such as sports complexes, libraries, and technology resources, as these can enhance the overall educational experience.

Reputation and Performance: Reputation plays an important role when evaluating schools. Parents often seek feedback from other families, read reviews online, or consult rankings and assessments from education authorities. Many schools in Dubai are highly regarded for their academic performance, extracurricular offerings, and student outcomes. Checking a school’s rating with Dubai’s Knowledge and Human Development Authority (KHDA) can provide insights into its overall performance.

Extracurricular Activities: Beyond academics, extracurricular activities are essential in a child’s development. Consider schools that offer a variety of sports, arts, music, and social clubs. These activities not only allow children to pursue their interests but also develop important life skills such as teamwork, discipline, and creativity.

Cultural Fit: Dubai is a multicultural city, and many schools embrace diversity and promote inclusivity. It’s important to assess whether the school offers a culturally diverse environment where students from different backgrounds can thrive. Some schools also offer Arabic language classes or integrate Islamic studies into the curriculum, which may be of particular interest to expatriates or local families.

Support Services: Consider the availability of support services, including learning support for students with special educational needs, counseling services, and mental health support. A school’s ability to cater to a variety of learning styles and needs is a critical factor in ensuring that your child receives a well-rounded education.

The Benefits of Studying in Dubai

Studying in Dubai offers numerous benefits. The city is known for its safety, modern infrastructure, and dynamic learning environment. In addition, Dubai’s global connections provide students with opportunities to interact with peers from all over the world, enriching their academic and personal experiences. Dubai also has a strong focus on innovation, technology, and entrepreneurship, which can provide students with a solid foundation for success in future careers.

Conclusion

In conclusion, Jebel Ali Dubai stands as a vibrant and essential part of the city, blending modern infrastructure with unique opportunities. Known for its thriving port, industrial zone, and residential areas, it has become a hub for international business, trade, and diverse communities. The area offers a wide range of amenities and services, making it an ideal location for both families and professionals. The development of Jebel Ali Dubai has been key to Dubai's growth, with its strategic location providing easy access to global markets. For those considering living or working in Dubai, Jebel Ali Dubai presents a mix of convenience, opportunity, and lifestyle. The area continues to evolve, with new projects and initiatives ensuring its place as a central pillar of Dubai's economic and social landscape.

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School Uniform Dubai - Blue Bird Nursery: A Perfect Blend of Comfort and Style for Early Learners

Choosing the right school uniform is an essential part of preparing your child for their early education journey. At Blue Bird Nursery in Dubai, the school uniform is more than just a piece of clothing—it is a reflection of the nursery’s commitment to creating a positive, engaging, and professional learning environment for young children. Designed to be both practical and stylish, the School Uniform Dubai - Blue Bird Nursery ensures that little learners feel comfortable and confident as they embark on their educational adventure.

The Importance of a School Uniform

School uniforms play an important role in early childhood education. They help instill a sense of discipline, equality, and belonging in children. At Blue Bird Nursery, the uniform is carefully designed to reflect the values of the nursery—promoting unity, focus, and a sense of pride. Uniforms can also help minimize distractions, allowing children to concentrate on what truly matters: their learning and social interactions.

Moreover, a school uniform is often seen as a great equalizer. By wearing the same attire, children from various backgrounds are united in their learning environment, and this fosters a sense of community and equality. It eliminates the pressure of choosing daily outfits, which can be especially important in early childhood, where kids are just beginning to develop their social and emotional skills.

Design and Comfort: Tailored for Young Learners

The School Uniform Dubai - Blue Bird Nursery is designed with both comfort and functionality in mind. Understanding the unique needs of young children, the nursery ensures that their uniforms are made from high-quality, breathable fabrics that allow for ease of movement during play, learning, and physical activities. Children in their early years are constantly on the move—running, jumping, exploring—and the uniform is designed to keep up with their energy while ensuring they stay comfortable.

Typically, the uniform includes a light blue polo shirt made of soft cotton fabric. The fabric is gentle on the skin, ideal for young children who are still developing sensitivity to different materials. The polo shirt is designed to be durable yet flexible, making it perfect for everyday activities, from arts and crafts to outdoor play. Paired with navy blue pants or skirts, the School Uniform Dubai - Blue Bird Nursery ensures that children not only look neat but feel at ease throughout their day.

For cooler months, the nursery also provides a coordinating navy jacket, adding another layer of comfort and warmth. The jacket complements the uniform’s clean and cohesive look while ensuring that children are well-prepared for various weather conditions.

Durability and Practicality: Built for Active Children

At Blue Bird Nursery, the emphasis on high-quality, durable uniforms ensures that parents don’t need to worry about frequent replacements due to wear and tear. Early learners are naturally curious and tend to engage in a variety of physical activities—whether indoors or outdoors—which can sometimes be hard on clothing. The School Uniform Dubai - Blue Bird Nursery is made from fabrics that are not only comfortable but also long-lasting, making it an excellent investment for parents.

The easy-to-care-for materials also make the uniforms practical for parents. They are machine washable and designed to retain their color and shape, even after multiple washes. This is a particularly important consideration for parents who are balancing busy schedules and need to ensure that their child’s uniform remains in great condition throughout the school year.

A Sense of Pride and Belonging

Uniforms help foster a sense of pride and belonging among children. The School Uniform Dubai - Blue Bird Nursery is no exception. When children wear their uniform, they feel like they are part of something larger—a community of learners with shared experiences and goals. The neat, polished appearance of the uniform not only promotes discipline but also instills a sense of responsibility and respect for their educational journey.

Children often develop a sense of identity and pride when they wear their school uniform, and this is especially true at Blue Bird Nursery. By creating a uniform that is both attractive and functional, the nursery encourages a positive, professional attitude towards learning from the very start. This early foundation of pride and confidence sets children up for success in their future academic endeavors.

Supporting the Transition to School Life

For young children transitioning into their first formal school experience, wearing a uniform can help make the change feel more official and exciting. It marks the beginning of their educational journey and helps them develop a routine. When they see their peers wearing the same uniform, it reinforces the idea that they are all on this learning journey together.

At Blue Bird Nursery, the School Uniform Dubai - Blue Bird Nursery is part of a broader effort to provide a structured yet nurturing environment that supports children’s social, emotional, and academic development. The uniform serves as a visual symbol of the importance of education, helping children feel proud to be part of a community that values learning and growth.

Conclusion: A Smart Choice for Young Learners

Choosing the right school uniform is about more than just appearance—it’s about comfort, practicality, and a sense of pride in being part of a community. The School Uniform Dubai - Blue Bird Nursery has been thoughtfully designed to meet the needs of young learners, ensuring they are comfortable, confident, and ready to embrace all the learning experiences the nursery offers.

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Why Printed Hoodies Are the New Uniform Choice for Schools

In recent years, school uniforms have evolved from traditional attire to more personalized and comfortable options that reflect the unique identities of students. Among these modern alternatives, printed hoodies for schools in Dubai have emerged as a stylish and practical choice for both students and educators. With their versatility, comfort, and ability to showcase school pride, printed hoodies are quickly becoming a go-to option for students in Dubai and around the world.

The Appeal of Printed Hoodies for Schools in Dubai

Printed hoodies are more than just a fashion statement; they represent a shift towards a more relaxed and student-centered approach to school uniforms. Here’s why printed hoodies for schools in Dubai are gaining so much popularity:

Comfort Meets StyleOne of the biggest reasons students love hoodies is their unparalleled comfort. Made from soft fabrics like cotton and fleece, printed hoodies offer warmth and flexibility, which are essential for long school days. Unlike traditional uniforms, which may sometimes feel restrictive, hoodies allow students to move freely while still looking presentable. With printed hoodies for schools in Dubai, students can enjoy both comfort and style throughout their school day.

Showcase School SpiritPrinted hoodies are an excellent way to showcase school spirit. By customizing hoodies with school logos, mascots, or slogans, students can proudly represent their institution wherever they go. Whether it’s during school events, sports activities, or casual days, these personalized garments are an easy and fun way to foster a sense of unity and pride among students. Printed hoodies for schools in Dubai allow students to express their connection to their school community in a unique and fashionable way.

Versatility in DesignAnother advantage of printed hoodies for schools in Dubai is their flexibility in design. Schools can choose from a variety of styles, colors, and print designs to match their branding and aesthetic. Whether the school prefers minimalist logos or bold, vibrant prints, hoodies can be customized to suit any preference. This allows schools to cater to the diverse tastes of their students, while also maintaining a uniform look for collective events or casual days. The ability to personalize hoodies has made them a popular choice for students seeking both individuality and group cohesion.

Durability and PracticalityHoodies are known for their durability, and this is especially important in the school environment where uniforms undergo a lot of wear and tear. Printed hoodies for schools in Dubai are designed to withstand daily use, whether students are participating in physical education classes, extracurricular activities, or just going about their regular lessons. Made with high-quality materials, these hoodies offer longevity, which ensures that they remain in good condition for long periods, making them a wise investment for parents and schools alike.

A Cost-Effective OptionIn a world where rising costs are a concern for many families, printed hoodies for schools in Dubai offer a cost-effective alternative to traditional school uniforms. While uniforms like blazers and trousers may need to be replaced frequently due to wear and tear, hoodies tend to last longer, providing more value for money. Furthermore, the versatility of hoodies means that students can wear them beyond school hours, making them a practical piece of clothing that can be worn during weekends or after-school activities.

Benefits for Schools and Parents

Not only do printed hoodies for schools in Dubai benefit students, but they also offer several advantages to schools and parents. For schools, offering hoodies as part of the uniform allows for easier maintenance and lower costs. Hoodies are easy to clean, and with their simple designs, schools can avoid the high maintenance that comes with more intricate uniforms.

For parents, hoodies provide an affordable solution without compromising on quality or style. They can also be easily purchased in bulk, helping families save money during the back-to-school season. Moreover, the comfort and versatility of hoodies make them a more practical option for children who may not always feel comfortable in more formal uniforms.

The Environmental Impact of Hoodies

In an age where sustainability is a growing concern, printed hoodies for schools in Dubai can also contribute to eco-friendly practices. By choosing high-quality, durable fabrics, schools can reduce the need for frequent replacements. Additionally, many hoodie manufacturers are shifting towards sustainable production practices, offering eco-friendly options made from organic cotton, recycled polyester, and other sustainable materials. This makes printed hoodies a more environmentally responsible choice compared to other types of school uniforms.

Conclusion

The trend of printed hoodies for schools in Dubai reflects a larger shift towards comfort, personalization, and practicality in school uniforms. Whether it's for their comfort, school spirit, or affordability, printed hoodies are a modern alternative that students, schools, and parents alike can get behind.

At Gradrags, we understand the importance of both style and function when it comes to school uniforms. Our printed hoodies for schools in Dubai are designed to meet the needs of students, offering them a comfortable and fashionable way to express their school pride. If you’re ready to make the switch to a trendy yet practical uniform choice, printed hoodies are the perfect solution to elevate your school’s spirit while ensuring that students feel comfortable and confident every day.

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Step Up Your Style with Unique Embroidery Name Badges

In today’s world, where first impressions are vital, having a personalized touch in the way we present ourselves can make all the difference. Embroidery name badges are an innovative and stylish way to elevate your personal or professional identity. Unlike generic plastic or sticker-based name tags, embroidered badges offer a unique and durable option that adds a sense of quality, professionalism, and individuality. Whether you’re part of a corporate team, small business, school group, or volunteer organization, embroidery name badges can help you stand out.

Why Choose Embroidery Name Badges?

Embroidery name badges offer a variety of advantages over standard name tags. Here’s a look at why these badges are becoming a popular choice for individuals and organizations alike:

Durability and Quality

One of the major benefits of embroidered name badges & Doctor Labcoat, Nurse Scrubs Name Embroidery is their durability. Made from high-quality fabric and threads, these badges are less likely to wear out, fray, or fade, making them an excellent long-term investment. Unlike printed badges that can peel or scratch over time, embroidered designs are woven into the fabric, giving them a longer lifespan.

Enhanced Professional Appearance

Embroidery name badges add a touch of professionalism and quality that is hard to replicate with other types of badges. The embroidered threads give a three-dimensional effect that is eye-catching and gives off a high-quality, refined look. Whether you’re meeting clients, attending an event, or simply interacting with the public, these badges can contribute to a more polished, professional image.

Customizable Design Options

One of the best features of embroidery name badges is the level of customization they allow. You can choose colors, fonts, logos, and even specific design elements to represent your brand, team, or personal style. Unlike traditional name tags, where you might be limited to text on a plain background, embroidered badges allow you to incorporate various elements that make your badge unique to you.

Eco-Friendly and Sustainable

Many people today are looking for eco-friendly solutions, and embroidery name badges can offer a sustainable alternative. Since they are made from fabrics and threads rather than plastic, they contribute less to plastic waste and can be reused for long periods without needing replacement.

Comfortable to Wear

Embroidered name badges are typically made from soft fabrics, making them comfortable to wear on a variety of clothing types. They won’t cause irritation or snag on delicate fabrics, making them suitable for all-day wear, even for people with sensitive skin.

Where Can You Use Embroidery Name Badges?

The versatility of embroidery name badges means they can be used in various settings. Here are some popular applications:

Corporate Events and Conferences

Stand out at trade shows, corporate events, and conferences with a personalized embroidered name badge that reflects your organization’s identity. These badges can help make networking more personable by showcasing your name and affiliation in a unique way.

Small Businesses and Retail

For small businesses, particularly those in the retail, hospitality, or food service industries, embroidered badges add a touch of personality and professionalism. Staff members can wear badges that make them easily identifiable to customers, helping build rapport and trust.

Schools, Colleges, and Universities

Embroidered name badges & Tailoring Services in Dubai can be a great addition to uniforms for schools, colleges, or universities. They not only help in identifying students and faculty but also instill a sense of belonging and unity among members.

Volunteer Organizations and Nonprofits

For volunteers, having an embroidered badge can bring a sense of pride and commitment to the cause they are representing. Nonprofit organizations often use embroidered badges to signify achievements, roles, or tenure, adding a level of recognition for their hard work.

Sports Teams and Clubs

Sports teams and clubs can use embroidered name badges to showcase team spirit and unity. Customized badges with the team name, player names, or specific roles add a level of sophistication to uniforms, making teams look organized and professional.

Designing Your Unique Embroidery Name Badge

Creating an embroidery name badge that reflects your style or brand identity is easier than ever. Here are some tips to keep in mind:

Choose the Right Colors

The colors you choose for your badge should align with your brand or personal style. Go for bold, contrasting colors to make your name or logo pop, or opt for subtle tones for a more professional and sophisticated look.

Select Fonts Wisely

The font style you choose can significantly impact the overall appearance of the badge. Script fonts can add elegance, while bold, sans-serif fonts give a modern, clean look. Make sure the font is legible from a distance so that names and titles are easy to read.

Incorporate Logos or Icons

Adding a logo or an icon can make your badge instantly recognizable and add a sense of brand identity. Many businesses use their logos to create a cohesive look across uniforms and branding materials.

Add a Border or Shape

Custom shapes and borders can make your embroidery name badge stand out. Rounded edges, rectangular frames, or even shield shapes can add to the visual appeal and uniqueness of the badge.

Consider Size and Placement

The size of the badge and the placement of the text and logo are essential for both aesthetics and readability. Make sure the badge is large enough for the text to be readable, but not so large that it overwhelms the garment it’s attached to.

Conclusion

Embroidery name badges offer a unique, stylish, and durable way to display your identity in both personal and professional settings. Their customizable nature allows you to design a badge that truly represents your personality, brand, or team. By investing in a high-quality embroidered badge, you’re choosing a sustainable, comfortable, and visually appealing option that sets you apart from the crowd. So, step up your style and make a lasting impression with an embroidery name badge tailored just for you.

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How can work uniforms enhance your employees' productivity?

Work uniforms can be a powerful tool in boosting employees' productivity by creating a sense of unity and professionalism. When employees wear uniforms, it fosters a feeling of belonging and equality within the team, reducing distractions related to personal attire and enhancing focus on the task at hand. Uniforms also promote a cohesive brand identity, which helps employees feel like they are part of something larger, increasing their motivation and pride in their work.

Additionally, uniforms contribute to a safe and efficient work environment. In industries where safety is crucial, such as construction or healthcare, specialized uniforms provide essential protection and help employees perform confidently. By removing the need to choose daily outfits, uniforms simplify routines, save time, and allow employees to start their day with a clear mindset. Altogether, well-designed work uniforms can directly contribute to a more productive and engaged workforce.

Here are the top four advantages of using work uniforms in your company:

1. Sense of solidarity

While a uniform-free policy is often preferred because it allows you to express yourself in a crowd, wearing a uniform gives you a sense of belonging and serves as a reminder that you are a valuable member of the team with the potential to represent your company. The appearance of a uniform fosters a sense of unity among coworkers and makes it easier to communicate at work in the case of collaborative projects.

2. Right mindset

Wearing office uniforms has the same psychological impact on employees as students wearing school uniforms. When your employees put on their uniforms and focus solely on the task at hand, they immediately enter a work mindset. Furthermore, uniforms encourage teamwork, which has been shown to improve output and overall work quality.

3. Convenience

It can be difficult for some people to choose what to wear before communicating at work. If you still have to decide what to wear early in the morning, it can take up a significant amount of time. However, if you are required to wear a company uniform, it will most likely help you organize your day better. A good start is always followed by a long and demanding day.

4. Promotes equality.

There are many instances in which a workplace becomes a competitive fashion show, with some employees proudly displaying their extravagant or expensive outfits. By allowing uniforms, you can ensure that everyone feels included at work and that no one feels out of place simply because they do not follow the trend. It promotes equality in the workplace and reduces the likelihood of social pressure to wear specific types of clothing to work.

Conclusion

Work uniforms play a vital role in enhancing employee productivity by promoting a unified team environment and reducing daily decision fatigue. With the right design and quality, uniforms help employees feel aligned with company values and focus on their responsibilities without distraction. This not only improves individual performance but also strengthens team cohesion, ultimately benefiting the organization’s overall productivity.

For businesses seeking reliable solutions, partnering with professional uniform companies in Dubai or trusted uniforms suppliers in Dubai can ensure high-quality, customized uniforms that meet industry standards. Such suppliers offer a variety of options tailored to specific workplace needs, from corporate attire to safety gear, supporting both employee comfort and brand consistency. Investing in well-made uniforms is a strategic choice that helps businesses create a productive, safe, and cohesive work environment.

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