Despicable Me Costume Margo Novels & Stories

I have no idea how Marcus knew the things he did, but by the first outfit and the way it fits, he didn’t do bad at all when he filled out the information for the appointment. Instead of looking in the mirror in the small room, I open the door and step into the larger area where both Marcus and Margo wait. Margo stands next to the mirror, beaming as I take a step onto the platform and do a small twirl. “That looks stunning,” she notes, making eye contact through the mirror. “What do you think? Do you love it or did I miss the mark?” I stick a leg out, taking in the complete outfit in the mirror. “You didn’t miss the mark at all. I love the look of it. Totally my style. And everything fits per

But her smile turned sour when she saw Mariko’s clothes. Mariko was the opposite of her. If Megan was wearing a white hallow backless halter dress with a slit up to her thighs, Mariko on the other hand was wearing a white pair of sneakers, a blue jacket with a hoodie, and leggings. Megan winced looking at her attire. “What’s with your style?” She asked, showing a disgusted look on her face. Mariko looked at her clothes. ‘What’s wrong with what I’m wearing? This what I’m comfortable of.’ She wondered.

Markus smirked at me, his grip on the steering wheel tightening, “Of course, Mattel.” Groaning, I wiped my face roughly. His idea was turning really annoying, really fast. First, he made me done the wig yet again, going back to my alternate persona that started it all. I can’t believe Mattel was making a comeback. Good thing I didn’t have to wear my costume because then I might have a hard time talking to the man when he was ogling at my boobs. I was stuck with wearing a cute pink summer dress and some white flats. Something that would hide the bump in my belly.