Translation for "vestido elegantemente" to english

Vestido elegantemente

• dressed elegantly
• dress smartly

Translation examples

dressed elegantly

Acompañada de gente vestida elegantemente,
along people dressed elegantly

Y cuando tenía 12 años... volví a casa de la fábrica donde trabajaba... y mi madre me presentó a un hombre vestido elegantemente.
And when I was 12 ... I came home from the factory where she worked ... and my mother introduced me to a man dressed elegantly.

—Perdería —dijo el quinto miembro de la mesa, una mujer mayor, de pelo plateado y vestida elegantemente a base de seda negra y un mínimo de joyería.
'You'd lose,' said the fifth member at the table, an elderly woman with silver hair and dressed elegantly in a black silk dress with a minimum of jewelry.

Doce años atrás, en Langley, tres años después de convertirse en el silencioso Escorpión Dos, cuando salía, una tarde, de una reunión con un grupo de analistas, vio a un hombre alto y bien vestido -elegantemente vestido- dirigiéndose por el pasillo hacia la puerta del despacho del director de la CIA.
One afternoon in Langley, twelve years ago, three years after he became the silent Scorpio Two, he was emerging from a procedural conference with a roup of other analysts, when a tall, well-dressed-elegantly dressed-man walked down the corridor directly to--

dress smartly

Una joven vestida elegantemente de negro y con un maletín en la mano, estaba en el porche.
A young woman dressed smartly in black and carrying a small suitcase was standing on the step.

Había un hombre frente a él, un hombre que claramente era el padre de Anne-Marie —la misma cara redonda, la misma mandíbula, los mismos ojos azulgrises—, y pese a que sólo eran las siete y veinte de la mañana ya estaba completamente vestido, elegantemente ataviado con un traje azul oscuro de estilo diplomático, camisa blanca almidonada y corbata roja a rayas, las mejillas suaves de haberse afeitado temprano, un indicio de colonia flotando sobre sus facciones, y era bastante bien parecido, consideró Ferguson, pero con cierto cansancio en torno a los ojos, quizá, o más bien en los ojos mismos, una mirada inquieta, abstraída, melancólica, que Ferguson encontró conmovedora en cierto modo, no, no exactamente conmovedora, cautivadora, sin duda porque aquél era el rostro del padre de Anne-Marie.
A man was standing in front of him, a man who was clearly Anne-Marie’s father—the same round face, the same jaw, the same gray-blue eyes—and even though it was just seven-twenty in the morning, he was already fully dressed, smartly outfitted in his dark blue diplomat’s suit and his starched white shirt and his striped red tie, cheeks smooth from his early morning shave, a hint of cologne hovering around his head, which was a rather good-looking head, Ferguson thought, but somewhat weary around the eyes, perhaps, or else in the eyes, a fretful, distracted, melancholic sort of gaze, which Ferguson found moving somehow, no, not moving exactly, compelling, no doubt because this was the face that belonged to Anne-Marie’s father. Yes?