Biana Vacker Costume Novels & Stories

Chapter 15: The Widow’s Second Wedding "White is for the innocent, Bianca. You’re wearing the blood I spilled for you." Dante’s voice rumbled behind me as the seamstress tightened the corset. I stared at my reflection. The dress wasn't the virginal silk my father would have chosen. It was a heavy, structured ivory that caught the light like polished bone, but the underskirt was a deep, bruised crimson. Every time I moved, a flash of red peeked out—a secret wound trailing behind me.

Finally, I could get on with my day. After floating back to earth, I found my way to the bathroom with my toys 'cause they would surely come in handy next time. In about fifteen minutes, I was dressing up in front of my mirror. I wore a long, flowing pink flowered wrap dress that had a thigh high slit on one side. Despite the fact it wasn't a fitted dress, my boobs... a good part of my cleavage, and ass found a way to be noticeable. Yeah, I was that endowed. I rolled up my long chestnut hair in a loose bun... I wasn't about to let my hair cover up my pretty boobs.

Bianca was lying in a hospital bed, fighting for her life. I hissed, forming a fist as the anger coursed through me. I was angry with whoever did this but I was mostly angry with how helpless I was. With all my power and money, I couldn't bring her out of the pain she felt. I turned off the water and stepped out of the bathtub. I stood in front of the mirror, gazing at my reflection as I dressed myself in the attire I had chosen for the day. Black pants and a navy blue shirt, a somber and muted color scheme that perfectly complemented my gloomy mood.

“Um, you weren't here last night. I couldn't sleep. I wanted to see you for a bit but you were on a business trip.” Mica's voice was sad, she continued to care for him and asked. “I was right in front of the lab but the security guard wouldn't let me in.” “Let me come pick you up.” Venn walked out the door, he glanced around and saw Mica. Mica wore a mermaid dress to take pictures later, and on her arm was a white fleece coat, with her cute and innocent face creating a contrasting beauty. Her style is the exact opposite of the arrogant, insolent, seductive Bertha.

Sigrid carefully looked at the four costumes on the bed and compared them. The catgirl costume was made of the skimpiest material, similar to a bikini. The bunny costume showed the whole legs as if she was wearing a one-piece bathing suit. It also had a pair of black silk stockings in it. The buttons of the nurse's collar were not even sewn, so it must be a deep V collar. The most conservative costume was the maid costume. It covered a large area of her body and it also had socks.

Not because I wanted to but she made me into her nemesis, she was my husband's ex lover. With thick red lipstick, pale white skin, really dark ebony hair and a well designed body, Bianca in her heels matching her lipstick walked up to me, she was wearing a black sivon gown with a v-cut at the neck, exposing her half covered breast. The gown extended to her heel level and had golden polka dots around the gown. She was a really stunning beauty. "Ah. Chloe…" She said with glee in her voice as she ran to embrace me. "How are you?" "I'm good, and you?"

Bianca’s world was a whirlwind of glamour, a stark contrast to her own life of quiet books and quiet evenings. She recalled the conversation with Timothee. The way his voice softened when he spoke of Bianca, his admiration evident even over the phone. It made her chest ache with a strange mix of envy and guilt. Red. That’s what Bianca always wore. Bold, passionate, it reflected her personality like a mirror. Malia, on the other hand, preferred white. Clean, crisp, it represented the calm she craved. But tonight, white wouldn't do. She pulled out a scarlet silk dress, the fabric whispering against her skin. It was a daring choice, something Bianca would wear with confidence. It felt strange o

My eyes rake down to her thighs which where covered by net tights and her Bernadi tattoo was covered by makeup. She glances at Roberto for some help. “Talk to him…” she whines. Roberto glances at me. “The outfit is perfect for the job Enzo.” I clench my jaw in frustration and release a heavy breath. Yanna looks sexy as hell, my pants tightened as my imagination ran wild. She had on a blonde wig and contacts that complemented her so well. “Your literally wearing a leather bra and leather mini skirt.” I say on annoyance. She shrugs and poses for me to show off her curves which made me almost rethink my decision of allowing her to go for this gig.

" asked Maska, his eyes the size of plates and his tongue hanging out to the side. Bianca was placed in the middle of the bed, and her buttocks rested on her heels. She clenched her fists at eye level and raised her eyebrows. The young woman was delighted with the effect of her "costume" on the Alpha. Indeed, Jane had brought her: a headband in the shape of cat ears, a choker with a bell, a mini headband dress in imitation white fur, and a pair of gloves imitating the white paws of a feline. But what Bianca was most proud of was the sumptuous white she-wolf tail that she had beautifully arranged on the bed.

He stood next to his nanny looking downcast with hollow eyes and just then Alaric walked in, replacing the nanny who tipped her head down slightly in a bow and walked away. She kept her gaze on them with a tight face, never averting it, not even when Alaric caught her glancing at them and fixed his eyes on her in a stare down. In that moment, Bianca arrived in a soft puffed sleeve with a corset bodice, flowing skirt, black lace gloves, and a hat with a sheer veil. The guy from earlier—her bodyguard, tailed after her like a shadow and the look of irritation on her face could not be missed.