Amy In Rouge's Outfit Mga Nobela at Kwento

, declared Mandy determined. All three turned to look at her and couldn't stop from cooing or grinning. She was wearing a purple tutu over lavender leggings and a dark-blue shirt with frilly short sleeves and a large glittery butterfly printed on the front. And over it all, she was wearing the leatherjacket that Ammy had bought her and that matched his leatherjacket. Ammy's grin nearly split her face as she pulled her into his arms. "That's perfect, buttercup", declared Ammy proudly as he pulled the pup into a tight hug.

The tension remained unbroken until they arrived at the shopping mall. **** "Mmm... What exactly is your favorite color, Amber?" Reina asked, trying to lighten the mood. Amber replied with a mischievous smile, "Crimson Red, but I take it you'll be wearing that?" Chuckling, Reina said, "Oh, don't be silly. I'm going with black, and Lana is going for green, so you might as well wear it." Amber agreed, but with a special request. "Okay, but I need a dress I can easily hide a weapon in."

Inside was another world: velvet walls, crystal chandeliers dripping blood-red light, and music that pulsed like a living heartbeat. Madame Rouge found me the second I stepped inside the private lounge. She wore a crimson gown and a smile sharp enough to cut glass. “Lot 13,” she purred, circling me. “Twenty-three. Virgin. Desperate. Perfect.” I wanted to run. But Jamie’s face flashed in my mind—pale, smiling through the pain. I let her lead me backstage. They gave me a black silk mask that covered half my face and a red dress that clung to every curve.

My face falls a little when I see the sleeves are shorts and I subconsciously scratch the runes on my arms. “Don’t worry,” Anna whispers in my ear as she pulls out a pair of silver gloves that will complete the ensemble. Letting out a sigh of relief I pull Anna in for an awkward hug. She stiffly pats my back and I realize that I have made her uncomfortable.

The bastard always had his way with words. Today was a big day for him and he wanted to hear Jasmin’s voice before he began it, and that was why he called her. He had informed Rogue about the events of today and Rogue told him he was going to be present for support and here he was, in his three pieces grey suit and white long sleeve without a tie and having its three upper buttons undone, displaying his flawless chest shamelessly. Rogue had a thing for being rebellious and maybe that’s why they’ve lasted so long as friends.

***POV: Amara*** Imogen, Violet, and I put on the finishing touches. I can’t wait to see the men’s reaction to our outfits. Imogen is wearing a little black dress, with a flirty type skirt, and mesh panels above and below her cleavage. It’s short and sexy while still young, she is just 17 after all. Violet is wearing a slinky sequined number, silver with some abstract black lines through it, and a deep v in the front. Girlfriend looks hot, and I just know Cyrus is going to lose his mind when he sees her.

Yet, the temptation is too strong that now, I am here, in this dress. Then I see Theo, and I can’t help but lock eyes with him. My heart skips a beat. He is dressed in formal clothes and he looks dashing, like the first time I’ve seen him in formal clothes. “Kaiya!” I shift my attention to the voice. It’s Ami, wearing a simple light orange dress that ends just above her knees. Her outfit is soft and flexible, as if she is always prepared to fight. She waves at me. Her hair is loose except for a simple clip to keep her hair away from her face. And I can see a pair of pearl earrings too.

With every twirl, the gown swirled around her, the fabric billowing like a soft cloud, creating an ethereal aura around her. The color, a rich and intense shade of burgundy, complemented Amelia's fair complexion, bringing out the warmth in her hazel eyes and enhancing the natural flush of her cheeks. The contrast between her radiant skin and the deep hue of the gown was a sight to behold, a captivating interplay of light and dark that drew attention wherever she went. Feeling the weight of the upcoming night, Amelia mind-linked Marcy, her best friend, and confidante, instructing her to meet in the Alpha Suite. Their connection hummed to life, the mental bond a lifeline in a world that seemed

Ryan looks at all the stuff scattered around the room. When Amy enters, he points to a penguin suit he refused to wear. Before Amy can protest, he points to a white Emporio Armani suit and says he likes that one. Amy smiles. Ryan can't imagine that he chose the most expensive piece.

They were all just staring at me with lips slightly parted in mesmerism. “You look gorgeous!” Amara exclaimed. I was taken aback seeing her gown. She looked stunning in her ruby red gown drizzled with red little flowers but she reminded me of the lady in crimson red. Besides, she hates red, she feared red. “Why red?” It was too late for me to stop my traitorous mouth. She gave me a small smile. “Amanda gave this to me and I want to confront my fears. I want to face it.” I dashed to her and gave her a tight hug. Not long after the rest of the girls joined. We were like gems stuffed inside the jewelry box.