Fionna And Cake Costume Novels & Stories

It’s so elaborately curled and swept up delicately off my shoulders that I look like I could be getting married. “You’re gorg,” she says, leaning down so that I can see both of our faces in the mirror. She laughs, then, giving me a kiss on the cheek and then whipping her lipstick off my skin with her thumb. “Absolutely gorgeous!” I stand up and let Fiona help me into the little black cocktail dress she’s chosen for the occasion, the fabric shimmering subtly in the low light of my room. It skims off my shoulders and cuts high on my thighs – definitely racier than anything she’s put me in before.

"It's okay, it's still early!" The two walked out arm in arm. Behind them, a figure flashed and entered the changing room. After returning with dessert, Ashley put it on the table, turned around, and went into the dressing room to change costumes. Today she is filming the part of Flower Country Fairyland, so the costumes are all made of tulle. She puts on the inner lining first and then puts on the outer tulle. The light blue color is elegant and inconspicuous. Turning around, she couldn't help curling the corners of her mouth.

He searched my face before planting a kiss on my temple. I cleaned the tears off my face and chuckled. “I'm okay, Xander. It's just that Nicholas looks so ridiculous in that costume.” The frog costume he had was two sizes big and it was swallowing him whole although he didn't seem to mind. Andrea was having a princess and frog-themed party so she was in a light green dress. Her curly hair was styled into a bun with a custom-made diamond crown Xander purchased for her. Nicholas refused to wear normal clothes and insisted on being the frog.

My birthday is on Tuesday, but since we still have work to do, we decided to adjust until Saturday for more fun. Yesterday Shawn and I went to the Four Seasons Resort again for the final cake testing. I chose strawberry cake since red was my favorite color. That was also the motif I chose. We also went to the tailor shop to pick up the gown that I will wear for my debut. We also went to the mall to buy a dress. It was Shawn who paid for it. He said that was his early birthday gift to me and I didn't refuse because he insisted. I woke up when someone burst into laughter behind the door. I already knew who that was.

Everyone was wearing his and her costumes and the house turned into a spectacular zoo with all the decorations. "David, thank you for coming!" France faked a smile while patting my shoulders. He was scared of Olivia's reaction. I know. "Thank you for inviting me. Where should I put the cake?" I asked while smiling at Livy. She was so sexy in her cavewoman costume. Hmmm... "Let me." Another blonde short-haired girl offered. I walked towards Livy and kissed her forehead before taking my son to my arms. "Happy birthday, baby!" He was giggling cutely.

She gulped heavily and took two steps back before scurrying to safety. "What did you say to her?" A familiar voice chuckled. I looked at where the voice originated from. Fiona raised softly her delicate hands expecting that I received it. A myriad of gold bangles jangled to the rhythm of the movement of her hands. Only her big feline eyes were visible above the translucent red mask draped about her head and across the lower half of her face. The white gown she was dressed in slipped down one shoulder, sparking the imaginations of kinky sin. Inky tresses swirled about her undulating hips, hips that invited my caress. I accepted her hand and placed a long kiss. "You look beautiful," I whispere

No one would have known it was him. But… Suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned, expecting to see one of my friends, maybe Tina coming to check on me again. Instead, I found myself face to face with Fiona. She was wearing a skintight black cat costume that left little to the imagination, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders in perfect waves. Her makeup was flawless, her green eyes enhanced by the dramatic cat-eye liner. Every inch of her body was on display beneath the tight latex as she leaned against the bar, her lips curled up into a sweet smile.

Halloween week at Fantasy Island meant themed costumes, and Madam Fantasy had been clear: go big or go home. I adjusted my mask in the mirror. Black and silver, covering the top half of my face, with small silver chains that dangled near my temples. The mask was my safety. My shield. Without it, I was just Jane Puckett, broke college student. With it, I was Jailbird, whoever the hell I wanted to be. The dressing room smelled like hairspray and body glitter. Keiko was beside me, dressed as Catwoman, her mask sleek and minimal. Cammie had gone full Harley Quinn, complete with a baseball bat covered in rhinestones.

They can't afford to let me ruin it. "It really suits you!" Mika commented as soon as she saw me wearing the gown. I went in front of the mirror and saw my reflection. I couldn't believe how pretty the dress is. It's a sky blue tulle off-shoulder gown and there are pink flower designs on the bodice. I look like a real Princess. "Go fix her hair now. You guys know what will suit her costume." Mika said to the makeup specialist and hair specialist of the drama club. We're all just high schoolers but they're so talented.

It was perfect, after all. I glanced at my friend and brother. “Still planning on Link and Zelda?” I asked. Kam smirked. “Yup. The costumes should get here tomorrow. Did you order yours yet?” I nodded. I was going as Christine from Phantom of the Opera. My dress was red, white, and gorgeous! It even had a drawstring front to resemble the eighteenth century European style. I also ordered matching white heels. They wouldn’t be totally authentic, but it was for a high school dance. The mask was my favorite part. Part of me wanted to go with a full Venetian mask, but I ended up choosing one that was made of red lace, and tied with a red ribbon. I totally wasn’t excited to wear it. Nope!