Aria Montgomery Costume Novels & Stories

The desire for revenge was still there. I got dressed. A black suit, elegant, professional. High heels, because a woman of power never feels inferior. Light makeup, but precise. Hair pulled back in a tight bun. Today was a work day. A day to show the world that Scarlett Moore had arrived to stay. Montgomery Agency was an imposing building in central London. Glass and steel, modern lines, a minimalist reception that screamed money and power. When my car stopped in front, the security guards opened the door before I even got out.

The chauffeur used his body to block the people's view as he opened then opened the door to a small crack. Ariana took another deep breath then nodded. "Ready." The chauffeur gave her a firm nod before stepping aside and widening the gap of the door. Instantly, the cameras started flashing, the shouting which had quieted down previously started up again in a fury, a gasp of astonishment echoing as Ariana stepped out, one slender leg at a time. "No way! That's Ariana Montmorency?!" "How was she able to get her hands on that dress?! It's custom designed!"

The thought sent shivers crawling up my spine. If I wanted the truth, I had to find her best friend, Scarlett. She must know something. ~ End of Flashback ~ “You look stunning, ma’am. The look suits you perfectly,” the stylist said, her eyes shining as she fixed the last details of my costume. I was dressed as Catwoman, Anne Hathaway’s version. Sleek, body-hugging, with a golden belt that accentuated my waist. The mask gave me a sharp, commanding aura, powerful, confident.

After an hour and a half of running from one room to another and creating complete chaos, we were finally walking out of our apartment. Anna was a little nervous about seeing Arnold there, but she agreed to come with us to give me company. Arya was jumping with excitement, and we just let her have her moment. I was the least dressed person out of the three of us. I chose to wear a simple black dress and paired it with my denim jacket and white shoes. Anna was wearing her sea-green gown with her blonde hair complementing the look perfectly. Arya was excited about wearing her new dress. She wore a red and black jumpsuit with black heels and made a high pony to complete the look. We finally sat

Balvina was scratching her head trying to comprehend about Montas’s unstable emotions. “Come on, dear Luna. Wear this. Let's surprise our dry as a desert Alpha Kaylon.” The soft cloth that was covering her naked wet body fell onto her feet. Monta, who stands five feet and eight inches tall, was now looking up at her. The long gown fits perfectly at Balvina like it was personally and intentionally made for her.

She had insisted on following me and Carlton to go pick the kids from school and on our way back she played the charade of being a sweet Aunt and she invited them to the party because she wanted Andre and Carlton to be there. Right now, it’s already evening and about an hour to the party. I’m staring at myself in the full length mirror checking out my outfit. My eyes roving about to see what’s missing. My Raven dark hair is perfectly styled up in high pony and my short black midi gown hugging my body perfectly. It has slits at my thigh and boobs area and beneath it are red stilettos. Sunny helped me do my makeover After much coercing because she had been against me going to marigold’s party.

“This is finally my opportunity to attend a costume party, I plan to look the best even in a mask.” * Time moves pretty slowly when you are looking forward to something but in this case, it flies. Before the duo knows it, it’s already 8pm, Saturday. Arthur walks in beside Bethany, tux tailored to perfection, his black and gold wolf mask only half hiding the wariness in his eyes. Bethany? She’s in a floor length gown the color of blood. Deep red. Off shoulder on both sides that her collarbone is uncovered. The cloth is sculpted to her frame like it was made specially for her.

The rhinestones on her dress catch the light, making her look every bit the star she dreams of being. “You look more than a princess, sweetheart. You’re a queen,” I reply, adjusting her bow. Sterling stands quietly, his soft cream shirt and Beige pants perfectly tailored. His little hands are clasped in front of him, his expression calm. My gentle boy, so different from his sister, yet a perfect counterbalance to her boundless energy. I smooth my crimson satin gown, the fabric cool against my skin. The sleek design hugs my figure, the slit at the side allowing just enough movement to stride gracefully. My diamond earrings sparkle subtly, a reflection of the Montgomery elegance.

She said sincerely. MJ stood there, her body tense at the contact. Natalia pulled away after a while and ran her fingers over MJ’s dress, fixing on invincible wrinkles before taking a step back. MJ was wearing a black, knee-length, short-sleeved dress black heels, a black summer hat, and shades. She looked like a widow. Jorge had tried to get her to change, but one glance his way, all was forgotten. MJ did not say anything, even when Mosetsana greeted her; she just gave a slight nod and looked around the building as if expecting something to happen.

Rosa's eyes trailed to the outfit on the bed Martha had prepared for her. Wow. It looked like some secret agent, detective clothes, the likes of Alexander. She chuckled. It consisted of black fitted jeans, black long-sleeved body-con top and a scarf - like kimono, not leaving the black boots out. Classy. Well, whatever. She put on her clothes, applied her makeup, as she told Martha she could do it herself, and packed her long blonde hair into a ponytail, leaving two strands to adorn the sides of her face. “All done,” she exhaled, taking hold of her bag and walking out of the room.