Biana Vacker Costume Novels & Stories

I laughed, shaking off the nervous flutter in my stomach as I zipped up my outfit. ​We had coordinated to absolute perfection. Bianca was wearing a sleek, high-waisted emerald green satin skirt with a cream-colored corset top that made her skin glow like liquid gold. Chris was in a sheer, patterned black button-down, tailored trousers, and silver chains that caught the light with every dramatic movement he made.

Bianca sometimes wondered if that was why Anna invited and/or insisted she tagged along. Anna came to Bianca's house to get ready. She wanted to look her best at the party, and her idea of the best was a very short dress and boots. Bianca frowned. “That is what you are wearing?” Anna, who was touching up her makeup, turned her attention to her friend. She frowned in disgust. “That's what you're wearing?” Bianca looked down at her ripped fishnet tights, jean shorts, and a cropped sweater. “What is wrong with this?” She was confused.

“Please Kora, I just don’t want to go. Can you please tell them I’m just not feeling alright?” “Why don’t you just show up for a little while and then excuse yourself to your room telling them that you’re just not feeling well, and you need to lay down.” “I guess I can do that.” We walked back walked to the house to find our mother and Gen to get ready for tonight that I’m not really looking forward to. Bianca wore a long lacey white dress, long lacey sleeves, a slit going down her left leg, and the whole dress seemed to have different shapes of stars all over the dress. She almost looked like she was wearing a beautiful wedding dress that almost brought tears to our mothers’ eyes. I wonder

She was wearing a neon pink two-piece set that was so bright it practically glowed in the dark, and her hair was pulled back into a sleek, high ponytail. “Em! You look amazing!” I yelled over the loud music, pulling her into a tight hug. “Right back at ya, girl!” she shouted back, hugging me tight before pulling away to scan my outfit. She looked at my black leather jacket and her face fell into a look of pure disappointment. She turned to Vance, who was standing there looking proud, and then back to me. “Viana, are you serious? A leather jacket? It’s ninety degrees there. You do not want to know the number of people that turned up and you would definitely not like how hot you're going to fe

Today, I would tag along with Kai to one of his clubs to try and find out what Vanya is hiding from the rest of us. Hopefully, I get to see Ilya or at least meet the rest of the pack. Giving myself a last once over in the floor-length mirror, I smile in satisfaction. I am rather pleased with the outfit I chose for today; a deep red halter neck swing dress that hugged my curves flared out and ended just above my knee. I wore a little leather jacket to complete the look and slipped on a pair of ankle boots, too. Hopefully, I will make a good impression.

Bianca accompanied Jin, Catrina, Anna and Devora to her room. As they entered the room, Bianca showed up another room full of wooden mannequins, wearing Bianca's favorite dresses and underwear. The mannequins are positioned based on Bianca's arrangement. Bianca is a bit shy when it comes to modeling, so she just goes through the wooden mannequins the poses she wants. "Jin, I think you want to bring her down? said Catrina, who was disgusted and jealous because Jin was still carrying the naked Devora."Oh, hehe, I'm sorry," Jin said, then he lowered Devora.

ROB’S POV Bianca stepped out of the villa like sin wrapped in elegance, and I couldn’t stop staring at her. The dress was black, tight, and dangerously short. It clung to her like it knew she could weaponize beauty, and her legs stole the breath from anyone paying attention. The neckline dipped low enough to make me forget how to breathe altogether.

Bianca pointed out. “It’s easier said than done, Bee. You should have seen the smirk on his face when he saw that I wore the dress he bought,” Lora replied, rolling her eyes. She looked at Bianca and added, “Enough about the dress. What's going on? How did you show up at the party and as one of the models?” Bianca sighed… she was still in the emerald green gown that she had modelled in. She replied, “It’s a long story and you wouldn’t believe it.”

"You already sound like you're perfect for the job." The sound of someone's tongue clicking grabbed our attention. "I wouldn't be so sure about that." Hilda and I looked up to see Bianca coming down the steps in a luxurious red dress. It hugged her frame like a second skin. She was draped in designer jewelry and had her makeup and hair done. I saw immediately what this was for. It was a power play.

Bia, on the other hand, was in full red-carpet mode, legs crossed, lipstick perfectly applied, checking her reflection in her phone for the eighth time. She’d chosen a glittery emerald-green mini dress that looked ready for New Year’s Eve, complete with knee-high boots that screamed Look at me. Meanwhile, I’d gone with a soft maroon sweater dress, black tights, and ankle boots. Cozy. Reasonable. The kind of outfit you could breathe in. But next to Bia’s shimmer and volume, I looked like her chaperone.