Edith Costume Despicable Me Novels & Stories

A Valmont woman is polished, composed, unshakable. I swallow hard. No tears. Not tonight. I start applying my makeup slowly, deliberately, tiny strokes, soft blending, nothing heavy. My face needs to look effortless. The dress will do the talking. From my locker, I pull out the sequin mini dress I bought months ago but never had the courage to wear. It catches the light beautifully, shimmering like crushed diamonds. It’s shorter than anything I normally wear, something that shows off my long dancer’s legs. I slip it on. Zip it up.

It’s not like we’ll be doing this again. I don’t want to add any more problems inside my mind since next week would be terrifying. Devon must still be angry; he might punch me the next time we meet. I should ready my face just in case. “This is tiring.” I didn’t have any choice but to wear the new set of clothes Kim brought. Silence filled the room, and the only thing I could hear was the dress brushing on my skin as I wore it. It’s a black off-shoulder mini dress with long bubble sleeves. It already has a foam that makes it appear that I have a bigger chest than usual. Though Lia’s chest would most probably not be much bigger.

After an agonizing 30 minutes and a few shrieks from Daisy for me to sit still, everything turned out smoothly. “Done,” she said. “You look gorgeous, dear. Nicolas Ricci is about to be surprised.” I laughed. “Daisy, thank you. Can I now look in the mirror?” “Yes,” she said, nodding. A gasp escaped my mouth as I looked at myself in the mirror. My makeup was minimal, except for a strong red lipstick, and my hair was lightly curled and pinned to one side. The only accessories I wore were stunning teardrop-shaped diamond earrings. Daisy finished my ensemble with a silver clutch and three-inch silver shoes that made my legs appear slender. I looked like an actress getting ready to walk the red ca

Rex, who had been silent, finally said. I looked at him. He was already reaching for the cloth. He wasn't happy about it—his face looked like it was carved from ice—but he was doing it. And I knew it was for Debbie. But still. Makeup? Wigs? This would definitely top the chart for the weirdest thing I had ever done. With a long, frustrated groan, I snatched a dress from Chloe’s hand. We moved behind the SUV to change. It was a nightmare. I had to peel off my tactical gear and shove my legs into the soft, flowy fabric. The material felt wrong. So wrong against my skin.

"We're leaving. Now." "Do you know this jerk?" Chad asked, standing and meeting me chest to chest. If he only fucking knew how pissed I was, he'd be running with his tail between his legs. I stood taller, dwarfing him by at least six inches. When I turned toward Charli, I couldn't believe my eyes. She wasn't wearing anything that I'd bought. Under my grip was some cheap gold jewelry that looked like a snake twisted around her forearm. Her eyelids sparkled. She was made up like some kind of eighties' throwback punk-rocker.

It couldn't be earthly. "Esmeralda..." Eleanor gaped. "This is beautiful. How... The stones..." "Straight from this realm. Here's the other," Eleanor's eyes widened at the next one Esmeralda brought out. It was a short and black body con dress with added straight white shimmies at the end to extend it, but with a slit to the side that shot it back up. The neck line was carefully dipped in a way that made it look like a tiny slit and the letter w, with the sleeves being off her shoulders, long, and puffy, only to tighten at the wrists.

The card didn’t carry a dress code but it carried a colour theme, white. I’m wearing a two piece corset top and pants, a pair of white heels on my feet, tiny silver hoop earrings on my ear and a tiny silver necklace sits on my neck, with heavy white bangles on my wrist. My makeup is pretty light, faint smoky shade around my eyes and some glitter and just gloss on my lips, my golden brown hair wrapped into a single bun. Delia on the other hand is wearing a white off shoulder modal gown that stops a few inches shy from her knees, with a thigh slit that runs a few inches high, accentuating her long, sexy and athletic legs.

The room shifted with the weight of her presence. She wore a sleeveless black sequin dress that hugged her figure and stopped just above her knees. The neckline dipped slightly, hinting at the shape of her breast without giving too much away. Her honey-brown hair was parted loosely, falling in soft waves over her shoulders. Her makeup was light but skillfully done, highlighting the angles of her face. A silver clutch hung from her hand, and her feet were encased in matching silver heels. She looked stunning, and the men found themselves rising to their feet one by one without even realizing it.

Denzel just stood there, dazzled and amazed. "You look so beautiful". He managed to say when she walked into his arms. He had so much running through his head which he wanted to say, but on second thought, he felt it wasn't necessary. "Thank you". Kate replied with a charming smile on her face. Denzel took another good look at her, indeed she looked really stunning. She had worn a velvet short gown that was adorned with tiny crystal beads. It shined under the light, bringing out her beauty. Her make-up was a bit light but it really brought out her real beauty. Her hair was neatly brushed flowing down her shoulders. It made her look like a princess.

I had to admit though, when I turned to look in the mirror, I looked damn good. The color of the dress was the same as the bra, soft, pearly white. It had an almost invisible underlayer that glittered when it caught the light and a short pearl colored skirt attached that was slit up both sides. I had no idea how it was even staying up, to be honest. There weren't really sleeves, just swirls of pearls that sort of stuck to my skin. "Here." Chepi is crouched on the floor, one handful of rings. I give her a foot and watch as she decorates my toes and ankles with jewels, then stands and does the same to my hands.