Ferb And Vanessa Costume Novels & Stories

he said making her to puff her cheeks out and turned towards Joaquin. "J-j-joa? Can I choose an o-outfit for you? Please?" she asked him hopefully and whenever she calls him with that nickname he feels something ticklish inside his stomach and her puppy eyes she was giving him were daring him to say no anyways he can't even say no to her. He immediately nodded his head at her silently making a wide smile to appear on her face. "P-p-please show us something." Vanessa asked the lady and immediately her assistants brought some bags with them and opening it she started showing them elegant and expensive tuxedos.

“Just trust me. I think you’ll like it.” Vanessa was practically vibrating with excitement when I showed up at her door later that day. “Jenny!” she squealed, dragging me inside. “You’re not going to believe this!” She led me to her room, where a large box sat on her bed. Inside was the most beautiful dress I’d ever seen—a deep sapphire blue that matched the colour of my eyes perfectly. The package also included a pair of silver heels, a clutch, and a delicate necklace with a small diamond pendant.

My hair was in an updo with expensive silver clips around it, forming a flower and leaves combination. She dressed me up in a long, black and red dress. It drops on the ground, covered the point of my black shoes. She, Gerber herself, was wearing a brown dress with the same length as mine. The only difference is my ruffled sleeves and her normal ones. Atlas, on the other hand, looked stunning in her dark emerald dress that glimmers with her silver jewels.

I stopped at the window at the end of the hall. Below, in the courtyard, servants were unloading a trunk from the last Ember Fang vehicle. It was long and white. They carried it with the reverence reserved for something sacred. It was a dress. It was made of white silk, with silver thread catching the afternoon sun. A Luna’s dress. They carried it through the east corridor doors, past the guest quarters, and toward the room at the end of the hall where vanilla and jasmine still hung in the air like a verdict. They were walking toward Vanessa Drake’s room.

Diego Vanessa finally comes downstairs wearing the dress I had Danny pick up for her. Her hair, now straightened, falls gracefully to her upper back. The dress is red, with spaghetti straps and a thigh-high slit. It's a bit shorter than the sundresses she usually wears, but still long enough to keep her comfortable. When we first met, she was repulsed by dresses because of the bullshit her father instilled in her, but at least that's one thing that has improved in our time together. We just have to work on everything else Nathan ruined.

"And for God's sake, fix your hair. You look like you climbed out of a gutter." Viola flinched and tucked a strand of dark hair behind her ear. "Sorry, Mother." Vanessa brushed past her, smelling of expensive perfume, effortless in a tight midnight-blue dress. Then she stopped. Turned. Something red dangled from her fingers. A cheap, neon-red mini dress. "Mother," Vanessa said smoothly. "Look what I found in Viola's wardrobe." Viola's chest seized. She stared at the red fabric, and for a second she couldn't pull air in. She had never seen that dress in her life.

The energy was infectious. Brenda and Vanessa sat at the center of it all, radiant in their dresses—Brenda in a deep blue gown that accentuated her elegance, Vanessa in a striking red that perfectly matched her fiery personality. Their mother, Mrs. Elizabeth, sat close to them, beaming with pride, while Ralph and I stood beside our women, sharing in their happiness. Serena was here too, along with a handful of other close friends invited to the celebration. The air buzzed with chatter and clinking glasses as everyone indulged in the night’s festivities.

Few days later, Vanessa came out of the room all dressed up. She was wearing a plain blue gown with ribbon on the shoulder. Her shoes were low level in black and she hanged her black bag on her am. She packed her hair in to a ponytail and her lips were painted in nude.

Marcus loses. And I... I don't know what happens to me. The stress is suffocating, a physical weight on my chest. Gabriel is on the phone constantly. Lawyers, accountants, board members. Moving pieces on a board I can barely see. I'm in the dressing suite preparing for tonight's dinner. The final performance. Vanessa sent over a gown. Midnight blue. Backless. Elegant. Cost: probably my old annual salary. Maybe more. I slip it on. The fabric is liquid silk, cool against my skin. It hugs every curve, molding me into the woman who belongs in this world.

“Okay girls I’ve got to go, Niko is waiting for me” “Okay” Vanessa says. “See you in a bit Lola” Isabella tells me. “Of course, you girls look so beautiful” I say with a wave. And they do, they decided to go with the mermaid style dress with spaghetti straps, it looked really well with the cream silk material. Gianna, Roselle, Anna-Lucia and myself have on single handed red silk dresses. “Sorry, sorry, I know I’m late.” I tell Michael when I join him in the car, taking the passenger seat.