Allison Argent Costume Novels & Stories

She popped out of the dressing room with pink cheeks, we all gasped and awed loudly. The dress was a beautiful dark forest green with thick straps. Two wraps around the dress connected to a large bow that sat at her lower back. The bottom on it flowed out like a blooming flower and gracefully moved around her small legs. Her feet were covered in dark black flats and a black necklace fell down her chest, at the end it had a small heart on it. Allison smiled proudly, everyone else smiling just because she was adorable. Her mother walked over to her and grabbed her long reddish curls, she pulled them into two low pony tails and let them fall down her shoulders. "Your beautiful." Allison spoke

he called. A second later, Agnes's head appeared in the cracked-open door. Her smile began to spread across her lips but quickly faded as she saw me. "Um…" She cleared her throat. "Ms. Angelica Butte—" The door fully opened, and a golden-haired actress glided inside Aiden's office, proudly presenting her slender legs and tiny feet in five-inch heels. Then she stopped and slammed the door, all but hitting Agnes's face. Angelica Butterfly wore a tight, black leather dress that barely covered her curvy butt and exposed a fair part of her cleavage. For those who didn't recognize her as a celebrity just by looking at her outfit, she also wore dark sunglasses to cover her stormy-gray eyes.

Allison She was tall and beautiful, very beautiful. The smile on her face revealed her arrogant confidence and the knowing look in her eyes made it seem as if she had a secret that could change the lives of everyone here, hiding beneath her tongue. I almost admired her beauty and arrogant confidence but her dress.... The crimson silk wrapped tightly around her body, highlighting her curves and contrasting her pale skin too obviously. No one else here was dressed so...... shiny. It was as if she was trying so hard to be the centre of attention with her dress color.

My mom was hustling around. "Come on, Allena!" Iona's voice, laced with excitement, pulled me from my thoughts. "Let's make you look stunning!" Her tiny room, overflowing with clothes and unconventional makeup tools, was a whirlwind of activity. We settled on a beautiful teal skirt, adorned with tiny bells at the hem. The black silk blouse clung to my form, both elegant and sexy. Iona finished the ensemble with a gold torc around my neck, the metal cool against my skin.

My hair was in an updo with expensive silver clips around it, forming a flower and leaves combination. She dressed me up in a long, black and red dress. It drops on the ground, covered the point of my black shoes. She, Gerber herself, was wearing a brown dress with the same length as mine. The only difference is my ruffled sleeves and her normal ones. Atlas, on the other hand, looked stunning in her dark emerald dress that glimmers with her silver jewels.

I chuckled as my eyes rolled so hard I thought they'd fall out. "Does that mean they're working?" "Don't test your luck," I scolded, playfully shoving him. He snorted and tipped my cap off my head. "Little punk ass," I muttered, bending over to grab my cap. As I rose to my full height again, I noticed a figure standing behind Greg. My eyes flicked up to Ally's face. Despite her agitated expression, she somehow still looked gorgeous. She wore a white dress with a matching bow in her hair. Her dainty features were exaggerated with lash extensions that matched her auburn locks.

Angel asked for the umpteenth time since I started recuperating. I sighed sadly, drying my eyes as I turned to her. I felt a pang of sadness seeing how elegant she looked in her perfect royal regalia; a yellow flowing body con gown and silver shoes. Her gold skin was glowing and it matched her long blonde hair which flowed down her back. Her face was primped with make-up and her lips shone brightly with lip gloss. This was me, just a few months ago, dressed in the most expensive regalia befitting of an Alpha's daughter. But look at me now, a complete nobody.

One of my co-dancers was there, fully naked. We just laughed. I am used to seeing this. It would be much better if we had male dancers and you would just get to see their naked glory. I grinned at my thought. "I know what you're thinking," Allison uttered. I laughed and started removing my clothes. "What?" "Glory," she moaned. I laughed more. Yeah, I was thinking that. Just not the moan. My costume is a pair of T-back underwear and a very slim bra. I brought short black stockings with designs that are so cute.

Chapter Eighty One - Casual Date "It's just a casual date. I shouldn't dress elaborate, right?" Allison asked herself as she looked at herself in the mirror. She was wearing a white shirt and blue bell bottom jeans with a pair of high heels. Her hair was packed in a ponytail giving her both a laid back and sassy look. "Whatever. He saw me yesterday so I don't need to wear a dress again. This is okay" She assured herself. "It's okay. You look beautiful enough already" Grandpa Fisher said as he came in with the help of the maid.

James sighed. I wanted to throw up. "... Call Allison Valentino to the stand," the bailiff said, making me realize I'd missed a whole paragraph of Bruce Kensington III's posturing. Allison came in wearing a Versace dress and Christian Louboutin heels. Her somewhat subtle ruby jewelry appeared to be authentic. "My, my, look who's come up in the world," James snorted. Allison screwed up her face in something resembling fear and pointed at James. "This man is harassing me."