Aria Montgomery Costume Novels & Stories

“He’s right, Deme. You always argue first, think later.” “Ha. Ha. Very funny,” I shot back, rolling my eyes. “And what about my clothes? My stuff? You think I’m just going to show up there in this dress and vibes?” “Don’t worry,” Marion said, one hand casually on the wheel. “Amanda already packed your essentials.” Anastasia leaned forward between the seats. “And I helped! I made sure to grab your favorite hoodie and that pink bonnet you can’t sleep without. Also, some of Marion’s stolen shirts.”

I can’t breathe, Reagan looked amazing and she doesn’t even realize it. “Breathe” Aunt Linda whispers in my ear as she gets up to hug Reagan. She was wearing a pair of hip hugger wranglers not one’s I recognized, the same black ariat boots she had on earlier with a black blouse that showed off her curves. Her long blonde hair was down hitting her mid back. She tucked it behind her ears. I stood up slowly hoping my legs wont give out on me. “Close your mouth cowboy unless you want to catch flies.” She giggles. Reagan

But thinking about Arizona helping her out and turning against them, have to be the most absurd hope she couple possibly muster! There is no way in hell and beyond that Arizona would just want to help her out most especially from her allies. It is over for her..... Amber's Auburn hair was pulled up in a pony and, just like Anastasia, she wasn't in her uniform either. Instead, she wore a leather short skirt and a deep blue sweater that perfectly matched the colour of her very deep blue-, greenish eyes. A chain belt encircled her thin waist and leather boots were worn. Her lips were tainted with black lipstick and her lashes were long and thick, accentuating her perfectly cat-eye-shaped eyes.

*Monroe's POV* It’s finally prom night. We all get ready at my house with the exception of Brett and Jason who are getting ready with they’re dates. Deciding to go along with the casino royale theme, I wear a tight, low-cut black dress with a slit up my left side. Maddy is wearing an a-line, v-neck red dress with a slit up the side and Charlie is wearing a long-sleeved off the shoulder, fitted green dress with, you guessed it, a slit up the side. Cade, Xander and Matt look hot as fuck in their tuxedos when they come to pick us up.

“Release her or lose the hand.” Brent stepped in, seizing Leah and hauling her out of the car. He signaled security with a snarl. “Strip her access. Now.” He turned to Avery, his voice softening. “Did she hurt you?” Avery shook her head. Victoria’s birth-feast arrived. For the first time, Avery entered the Montgomery Great Hall not as an employee, but as a guest of honor. She wore a sky-blue gown that matched the silk of Hudson’s cravat—a deliberate display of unity.

The next day came fast. It was 6am, the mobsters were already getting ready to move. The one’s positioned to surrounded the environment, were already driving out to their assigned locations. Amy was in her room, getting dressed for the mission. Her goal was to look seductive enough to grab Athan’s attention. She did her makeup, Rita helped her to style her hair into two cute buns. She was finally done dressing up. She looked at herself in the mirror, she was putting on a casual but attractive outfit. A long black leggings, white cropped singlet and a black fur jacket over the singlet. The singlet has an opening that left her cleavage seductively open, and a long black boot.

When we broke apart, both breathing hard, he pressed his forehead against mine. " Get dressed," he said roughly." Show them what a Luna looks like." Maya arrived with clothes that made me stare. Instead of training leathers, she brought a dress. But not the simple tunics I had seen other pack females wear. This was battle armour disguised as a formal dress.

The Grand Hall of the Montgomery Residence that night was like a giant jewel box. Crystal chandeliers reflected golden light, and soft classical music floated through the air; the guests were dressed like nobility. Liora stepped in wearing a maroon satin gown—its silhouette elegant yet graceful, her hair swept into a low chignon adorned with white pearls. Every pair of eyes turned toward her.

Kelly entered the showroom. Bright spotlights lit up the beautiful runway for models, models were coming and going on it, while a panel of judges and investors sat high above, watching from a long table. A lady in her mid-twenties suddenly showed up, and Kelly admitted she's beautiful, radiant, in her pink diamond gown. The dress was sleeveless, very short, and the high slit isn't helping at all. “That’s Montana,” Cynthia whispered.

“Victoria Montgomery.” Her tone was silky and sweet with mockery laced in between. Victoria stopped mid-step; slowly, she turned, and her eyes narrowed when they landed on Genevieve. She stood near the glass revolving door, dressed in a green pantsuit and her red lips curved into a smile that didn't touch her eyes. She stepped forward elegantly with a sly smile. “Oh, don’t run. Still acting like you don’t see me when I’m right in your line of sight. Impressive as always."