Aria Montgomery Costume Novels & Stories

Clara Montgomery POV Thursday evening arrived with a heavy downpour that rattled against the glass windows of the penthouse. I stood in front of the vanity mirror in the guest suite, adjusting the thin strap of the midnight-blue silk gown. The fabric felt cool and heavy against my skin, pooling beautifully around my ankles. I had left my hair down this time, falling in soft waves over my shoulders, a stark contrast to the severe, tightly pinned bun I wore to the boardroom meeting.

On my left wrist was an 18-karat gold wristwatch and on my right wrist was a gold bracelet. My impeccable makeup accentuated my beauty in no small measure. It was done by Rita, one of my new maids and she is one of the maids that will be traveling with me. I averted my gaze to look at my dress. I was wearing a designer lemon-green bodycon dress which accentuated my curvy body. On my feet were lovely black designer shoes. Everything I was putting on was worth over four hundred thousand dollars. The thought of seeing my family again after seven years filled me with joy. Will the packhouse and all the places I knew in Montgomery remain the same way I left them? I wondered. However, deep in my m

And in that silence, she won. Back in her trailer, Amara unzipped her costume—a tailored trench coat, dark as midnight, lined with silver thread. She reached for her next outfit: a sleek, high-collared jumpsuit, designed for the upcoming fight scene. As she was changing, she heard voices outside. Her mother’s. And another. A voice she hadn’t heard in days. Damian. Her breath caught in her chest. She quickly pulled her robe back on, tied it tight, and stepped outside.

Jason didn't show up, trusting Cara to run the show. Soon the library was filled with chatter and bustling with movement. The photography set up the backdrops and the lighting and equipment as well as Christos's camera. The catering team was pouring champagne and serving refreshments. One by one, the women were beautified with hair and make up to match their outfits. The theme of the catalogue for the year was classy black and guilty red. The dresses were made of both red and black details, while the two male entertainers dressed in black suits, with red ties. Cindy had wine red stilettoes, and some of her black braids had been exchanged for red ones. Each woman dressed according to her favo

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 was far too disappointed with my family. Moments later, faint footsteps echoed. Then, an elderly woman came into view—her hair a striking silver, yet she still looked regal and elegant as ever. Despite her age, she remained beautiful, almost as if time had chosen to age her backward. Margot Montgomery—the powerful matriarch, and the real force behind the family. Her presence was like walking into a frozen room. She wore a deep navy suit and pearls, her silver hair perfectly pinned. Her gaze, even sharper than the diamonds on her wrist, settled on me like she was inspecting merchandise.

I drove up to the house and got out of the car, rounding it toward the passenger seat, and opened the door. She got out of the mansion, wearing a long, black, glittering dress with black heels and black purse. She was adorned in gold, in a high bun. Her makeup was flawless with one too many layers on it. "Good evening, Miss Montgomery." I greeted her "Good evening, Mr. Sinclair," she purred, and sat in the car. I closed the door behind her, and she immediately shifted herself in the seat so that she faced the driver seat more. As I sat back in the car, the smell of her perfume was suffocating. It was so powdery and nothing like the perfume Bella wore.

I turn back to Milan. “Where’s your Mom?” “Still in our room” then he gave his focus to the power rangers he was watching, repeating everything they say after them. This boy sure love power rangers. Soon Amanda comes down to the living room….she’s beautifully dressed in a white tight gown that stops at her mid thigh….her gown has sparkles all over it and she wore a black thigh high boots to compliment. Her make up is perfectly done, she has a red lipstick on, her eyebrows perfectly arched and her face so smooth. She looks like a fashion icon right now, I look down at myself and felt a little jealous.

Just waiting for everyone to line up and Arthwin to open the portal,' she replies. I pick up the pace and am at her side in seconds. Amelia is dressed very presentably; I suppose given she’s about to meet another Alpha that makes sense. Any other time I’d be doing the same. She’s wearing shiny black pumps, skinny black slacks, a white button-down blouse and a chic black suit jacket with white lapels with black edges that are held together with a gold chain. She looks sophisticated and graceful as always. “You didn’t waste any time,” she smirks.

"Beauty is pain, my daughter. Never forget that." "I won't," Margarita laughed as she finished getting dressed. She wore a Victorian-style dress, which was white with light pink ruffles beginning at the waist and cascading down to the floor. Her hair was curled to perfection down to her waist. "You look uncomfortable, but nice." "Whatever Mother. Is the king here yet?" She asked. "Not yet, but our scouts sent word that a vehicle was spotted a mile or so away. So if it's him, he should be here any minute now."