Aria Montgomery Costume Novels & Stories

Ari and I haven't exchanged a single word since the incident, and I'm certainly not going to be the one to break the silence. Ari's outfit caught my eye earlier though. She was dressed as a farmer, complete with a fake axe in hand. Her red hair was thrown up in a messy ponytail, and there was fake blood smeared across her face. She probably wanted me to compliment her before she left, but I simply couldn't bring myself to do it. I just turned away, ignoring her completely. I watch as Athena struts out of her room, looking like a total knockout in her bloody nurse costume.

Music can be heard from the entrance of the hall, the DJ playing halloween themed songs like thriller and bury a friend while mixing it with disco tunes. Since it's Halloween, Victory had chosen to go as Queen Amidala, adopting the character's kimono-like outfit when the queen visited Senator Palpatine's apartment on Coruscant. To attain a similar look, Victory had chosen to wear a kimono, a t-shaped, wrapped front garment with square sleeves and a rectangular body. The lilac outfit is made out of silk and had an intricate weave drawn onto the fabric that shimmers under the light.

I can’t quite read her. “What were your costumes?” Eli asks. “We wore cut-off jean shorts, cowboy boots, a red and white checked shirt, and cowboy hats.” Peyton raises one eyebrow at Eli, daring him to comment. “They weren’t Daisy Dukes. My mom made sure the shorts weren’t too short,” Montana clarifies. “In my mind, they will be Daisy Dukes and a midriff top,” Eli informs the ladies. “You pinky-promised not to tease,” Montana reminds him. Eli mimics zipping his lips and throwing a key over his shoulder.

It sounded sweet at first, but later on I realized it was just his need to control me. “What the fuck are you wearing, you tramp?” A screech rent the air and the people around us grew quiet. I smiled into my glass as Cas paled, but I patted her back and I turned. “Excuse me?” I took a small sip of my drink and faces Aurora. She was dressed in a pale white sheath dress and matching pearl necklace. Amanda was in a pale blue bodycon dress, with a matching choker necklace. They were stunning, but no match for me and Cas.

Monte! * * * * Breanna smiled. “You know, even though the flowers are very beautiful, they are no substitute for your face. In fact, you could get into many fights with flowers doubling for your face.” Monte laughed and moved the flowers away. She bit her lip, wanting to comment on his attire. He wore a pair of green khaki walking shorts, a gray shirt, and black flip-flops. Then again, she was sure she looked funny in her baseball jersey with Chicago Bullets printed in big letters across the front, and the number 16 and Cade’s name across the back.

My skin was bronzed from the sun of the lighthouse, my eyes were hard and certain, and my stomach—now a beautiful, rounded curve beneath the silk—held the future of a dynasty. My dress was a masterpiece of defiance. It was ivory lace, delicate and vintage, but the back was open, revealing the small, elegant tattoo of a thorned rose I’d gotten over my shoulder—a mark of the Thorne blood and the Montague heart. Over the lace, I wore a custom-made white leather vest, the Steel Phantoms patch embroidered in silver thread. "You look like a goddess, Doc," Marta whispered, stepping behind me to fasten the final pearl button on my collar. Her eyes were damp, a rare sight for a woman who had seen as

I walk into the closet and I contemplate on what to wear. I don't know if there is any specific dress code or something but I'm definitely not going down there underdressed, it would be like going into a war zone without ammunition and a bulletproof vest. ————————————— When I was ready, a servant dressed in a uniform magically appeared at my door, offering to lead me to the dining area. I was more than grateful, knowing I would never have been able to navigate these hallways on my own. I'm happy I didn't give in to the urge to dress simply in shorts and a tee because apparently dinner in the Montgomery's house was a black tie event.

That was a role she was certain she would run from no matter what wealth accompany the part. “If you are not, why are you dressed like me?” Alexa fired back, she had watched this particular maid, teased Jared. Mona was not like normal maids and she would not put it pass Mona to behave that way to her too. “I am sorry but I do not understand what you mean. I certainly did not make a clothing that fits me perfectly within the space of three weeks of arriving in your kingdom where I know nobody who can even tailor my dressing for me, just so I could go by your style. This is my outfit for hunting and it is designed just after Princess Annabelle and Lady Jasmine style of dressing for that event

The West Wing was a museum of cold luxury. The bed was draped in silk that felt like ice against my skin, and the wardrobe was filled with clothes that cost more than my apartment building. I stood in front of the full-length mirror, staring at the woman looking back. Martha had forced me into a dress the color of bruised plums—deep, dark purple with a neckline that dipped dangerously low. It didn't feel like me. It felt like a costume. "The Master is ready for you." Martha’s voice was like gravel.

There are several rituals for women. When Renjo got out, Mace and I began to prepare. I did my hair in a low-pigtail bun and simply left a few strands loose. Even though my hair was naturally curly, I still curled it a little. I opted to change my clothing before applying make-up. After all, I won't be sweating because Mace's room has air conditioning. When I got my things, I headed straight to the restroom where I could change. Today's costume consists of a black sports bra paired with a gray cutout cropped half sweater and highwaist fitting black shorts. I'm not at ease in this dress, but it's not the first time I've worn it. I have this kind of clothes, but I don't wear it outdoors since