Edith Costume Despicable Me Novels & Stories

The ballroom of the Transcorp Hilton was a sea of glittering gowns and tailored agbadas. The air hummed with the soft clinking of champagne glasses and the low, murmur of powerful voices. Nkechi stood beside Chief, a vision in the gold dress he had bought for her. It was backless, with a high slit that ran up her thigh, a deliberate, provocative choice. She was the perfect accessory: beautiful, poised, and silent. But beneath the poised exterior, she was a mess of nerves and anticipation. Inside her, nestled against her most sensitive spot, was the pale pink vibrator. Its presence was a constant, low hum of awareness, a secret promise of the debauchery to come.

She nodded to the driver before walking towards the entrance, her dark hair flowing behind her. Chris couldn't help but stare. Elsa was dressed in a short white dress with black polka dots and thin straps that hugged her body, accentuating her curves. The glow of her skin was highlighted by the shimmering body lotion she had applied, and her deep red lipstick gave her lips a bold and dramatic look. Her thick, dark hair was perfectly curled and rested on her shoulders, giving her a classic and elegant appearance. Every inch of her screamed sophistication and glamour.

Dillon explained. On the other hand, Mini is wearing a black sleeveless gown which is showing too much cleavage than appropriate. The gown is hugging her frame till her waist before flaring down her hips and reaching down to her feet. Her friends are dressed up in modest gowns in pastel colours. Mini is eying Lucas with her eyes which she gave a smoky effect with makeup. Her lips are tinted deep red.

Tristan's shy smile fell into scorn, making me chuckle. I looked at Odette and I couldn't help but break into laughter at her outfit. I mean, it's normal for her but that doesn't mean it's not funny. She wore a red vest decorated with a yellow lace jabot, black mesh sleeves, and lace cuffs. She wore a yellow skirt accentuated by red stitching, a yellow tulle hem, and black mesh leggings. The mesh sleeves had red bats decorating them. On her feet were red knee-high boots adorned with black straps, black laces, and bat accents.

But it was the arrival of pop diva Chloe Deveraux that truly sent the crowd into a frenzy. Her sexy silver Maybach purred up to the curb, and the door opened. Chloe stepped out in an absolute vision of perfection that made time seem to stand still. She was poured into a skintight, cleavage-baring silver mini-dress that hugged every tantalizing curve of her hourglass figure. The dress was adorned with thousands of tiny crystals that caught the light with her every movement, making her sparkle like a human disco ball. Her platinum blonde tresses were styled in big, bouncy curls that framed her heart-shaped face, and her full lips were painted a luscious scarlet red.

Grandfather Oswald's complete transition to his granddaughter. Inside a glass pavilion built to float above the calm Caribbean sea, Chloe stood in front of a giant mirror. Sixty of the world's best makeup artists are making sure their masterpieces don't have a single gap. Chloe's thick black hair was tied in a neat bun leaving a few elegant strands on the side of her face. Her dress was not an ordinary cocktail dress, but a black couture made from a mixture of ancient silk and transparent bulletproof kevlar, exuding a deadly charm and class that could not be bought.

When he finally turned around and notices our presence the first thing he does is stand and gushes over how beautiful and sexy Sav looks in her shortened Cinderella dress with a pale blue Converse wedged shoe, black neck choker, with her hair up in a messy bun look with a black headband nested inside the bun, and her makeup is a gentle coating of blended blue and silver eyeshadow, a coat of mascara with a thin brush of eyeliner, a beautiful shade of pink blusher called Passion of the Rose, and a similar matching colored lip in a shade darker than the blusher. She is a smoking-hot modern version of the Disney Princess.

I whisper across the gap between us. The Helter-Skeltals work on me like Cinderella’s little bird and mouse helpers; that is, if Cinderella was X-rated. When I step again into Death’s office, I’m back in my human form except for my tail and the extra pair of cat ears on my head. I’m also dressed in a maid costume. The blouse is black with a Mandarin collar, white buttons and cuffs. The skirt is white and apron-like, suspended by shoulder belts with ruffles. The Helter-Skeltals also did their magic on my hair. This time the bangs are much thicker and straighter than my real Birkin bangs. They’re choppier and edgier, too. Apart from the eyebrow-length fringe, they fall all the way down to eith

Damon and Elena flashed fake smiles for the photos and proceeded inside. Elena wore a red satin Porsche Satin dress. The delicate fabric hugged her curvaceous figure, with an elegant mermaid tail trailing behind, following the open slit on her right leg. The dress's low-cut straps left her shoulders and décolletage exposed. She also wore long gloves on her hands, matching the dress fabric.

Des was costumed as Eve, straight from the Garden of Eden, with a beige second skin and three leaves of fig tree strategically placed. Micky, the seventy-something-year-old grandmother, was dominatrix in black leather, fluttering her whip with gusto. Both were fabulous, and the three of us we received admiring glances from men of all ages. My flapper dress wasn't all that much shorter than a summer dress, but it had an air of like look at me that made me a little self-conscious. I had to try not to stay pulling my skirt down or looking at my chest to make sure my breasts weren't