Aria Montgomery Outfits Novels & Stories

When I arrived, relief hit me. Thank God, no uniform today. I wore my baggy jeans and hoodie, pulled my sleeves over my hands. I wore another pair of glasses since I couldn’t find the last one. And my book, my dark romance book, was missing. I had to find it. I couldn’t let anyone know I liked that kind of book. I knew the looks they’d give me. I’d seen them before. When I saw Montana, she ran toward me. She looked… unreal. Short skirt. High boots. Cropped top. Cap tilted perfectly.

She wore a cream cashmere sweater over slim black trousers, hair loose in soft waves that caught the sun like spun honey. Ten years in Italy had left her with that effortless Mediterranean polish, skin glowing from good olive oil and better wine, posture relaxed but regal. She chose a corner table near the window, ordered an oat milk cappuccino, and waited. Amber Morton swept in ten minutes later like she owned the place. Tall, willowy, golden blonde hair pulled into a high ponytail that swung with every step. She was dressed in oversized sunglasses, a tailored trench coat over yoga gear, and heels that clicked assertively against the hardwood floor.

How could they wear such revealing clothes in this weather? Looking at the two, Winston frowned. Celeste's outfit was still somewhat acceptable. She wore a long, knitted dress beneath her coat. Conversely, Megan was wearing a wine-red leather jacket on top of a cropped tank top that showed her tummy. She wore a miniskirt and black fishnet stockings beneath a pair of boots. Despite her flashy outfit, her appearance was balanced by her obedient-looking face of a rich heiress. If anything, she looked elegant.

Lily Montgomery The mansion lights were flawless. The main hall was filled with men dressed in black—discreet, yet dangerous. Mobsters, Matteo’s allies, the elite of our alliance. The soft jazz music played in the background, like a feeble attempt to pretend that tonight was just another fancy party and not a business meeting in disguise. I descended the stairs wearing the black dress I had chosen carefully. It wasn’t just elegance — it was armor. The tight fabric, the side slit, the high heels. Nothing protected me more than the appearance of someone who isn’t afraid, even when everything inside me screamed the opposite.

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.

But even though they have another much feral identity, they still look astounding, Stunning even in their simple clothes. Jason is wearing a black leather jacket above a bloody red shirt that has the picture of Bella and Edward from the movie Twilight. Melissa is wearing a mint green dress fit for a pregnant woman. Karlo, like Jason, is wearing a leather jacket—except for the plain white polo shirt underneath the jacket. Gialyca Farmiga, whose face remains the same after leaving Victoria’s Secret, is wearing a mint green off-shoulder blouse that made her cleavage uncovered. A pair of black leather jeans embellished her long, slender legs. And me…I am wearing a coral Sunday dress—the only dre

I groan out, "Great. Now I have to buy another alarm." I look at the time on my phone and see it is half-past eight. I am going to get late. I go to take a quick shower and wear the outfit I took out last night, which is horrific. Was I so tired last night that I made this fashion blunder? Who wears a simple black outfit on the day important clients are coming? Ms. Amelia Montez would kill me. I took out another outfit which is a lilac color suit. I wore this two months ago. Yes, this would do. But what if Amelia notices it. I changed into an all over printed cream shirt instead of a simple one.

She says. “Alright, ma'am.” I chuckle as I close the door behind me. *** After both of us dance around as we do our hair and makeup, we pick the best outfit fit for nights. I wear a black satin blouse and a high-waisted skirt, I put on a black trench coat on it just in case. I'm sure I will be cold, so I have to be prepared. Zama puts on a well-fitted jungle green jump short and black boots. I on the other hand, I put on flat boots, I don't want to strain much I just want to have fun.

As soon as I told her that I was NOT with law enforcement while I closed the door, Mona removed her very short tan summer dress revealing the gorgeous body beneath the dress. “Oooooh, Gawd...Look at you,” I gasped while my eyes raced up and down her mostly exposed body. Mona was wearing a black garter belt holding up her transparent black nylon stockings. Her brassiere was a half- cup style that pressed her huge 38DD jugs together but left them completely exposed. Mona was not wearing any panties and my dick jumped inside my loose Dockers slacks while I gawked at her smooth bare gash.

I ignored it. That damn image from earlier still found its way into my head for the umpteenth time and looking at her now, she doesn’t even dress like an Alpha’s wife. I’d sent bags of designer clothes before the wedding and again after the wedding, but she barely wears any of them. Just those same three or four oversized gowns, again and again. She’ll need proper clothes for the summit. It’s a business trip, sure, but she still has to look the part. Presentable. Respectable. I can’t have her ruining this deal.