Idol Outfit Ideas Novels & Stories

He immediately led me over to a section filled with gowns that shimmered like liquid starlight. Kaidon had an eye for fashion that was surprisingly professional. He didn't just pick things that were expensive; he picked things that suited my coloring and my personality. "We need something that screams 'genius,' not 'prom queen'.” He declared, holding up a sleek, midnight-blue dress that was simple, powerful, and utterly sophisticated, "This one. It's subtle, but the cut is lethal." He looked like he was even having more fun than I did.

Hmm what will i wear? I opened my closet which is filled with expensive clothes and shoes. Staring at all the clothes I had, I was uhcertain as go which dress to go for. Fuck it I'm just gonna wear red and white. I took out my red and white shoes with my red suit. I stared at myself in the mirror as i buttoned my red jacket. I also made sure to wear lots of cologne and deodorant. I smiled at myself…. I look handsome. Yunno… I don’t wanna brag but…. I actually have the face of a 17 year old….

Id talked to Roxie and when Id arrived at the club Id gone in to change my clothes and do my hair. My hair was easy, it fell in straight, golden sheets down my back. The dress was the hard part. Shed put a pure white satin gown out for me, and a red one, with a strapless top that would fit my form exactly because the fabric was stretchy. I chose the white one because of the shimmer and the purity the white symbolized.

Deliberate. Ilda stepped forward, her black leather boots clicking against the concrete. She wore a fitted black outfit—high-waisted pants and a black blouse tucked neatly into them, the deep red of her coat draped elegantly over her shoulders. A black cap covered most of her hair, and large sunglasses shielded her expression. Except for her lips. Painted a striking shade of crimson, they curled into a slow, taunting smile. Reaching him, she crouched down, eyes gleaming behind the shades as she reached for the edge of the tape.

The viewers continued to leave their comments. "I would look down my nose at someone like him even if he threw himself at me. Who knows what kind of toad he is in real life?" "Yes, he's a total toad! Good one!" "Kid, have you decided which outfit you're going to wear? I think the gold outfit is pretty nice. You'll be glittering as you walk!" "Actually, I also think that the gold one looks the best. It's so shiny! Does anyone else get my taste?"

Clover’s POV As I wake up, I decide on a black straight-leg pantsuit with an asymmetrical, button-up jacket. The buttons are pearls, and underneath I wear a fitted collared shirt that accentuates my well-endowed breast without being inappropriate. I put on minimal jewelry. Instead of my usual high ponytail—the one everyone says looks best on me I leave my hair down in natural waves and curls. No heat, no manipulation. Just my natural hair today. Very light makeup.

"Yes. 'Till ten. Maybe we'll just walk. I don't know... why? Are you worried about that murderer on the loose?" "With that boyfriend?" My dad chuckled. Actually chuckled. "Okay. I'm gonna get dressed. You're too old for me, right now." What am I going to wear? It's not that cold yet. Coated black skinny low jeans. V neck camisole top in white. Oversized baby blue cardigan. White converse shoes. Golden watch. Golden eye make-up. Curled my hair a little. What bag should I use? Blue whipstitch pom pom cross body tote bag.

Isadora pov I stood in front of the full-length mirror, turning slowly to examine myself from every angle. The dress was a deep crimson—the color of sin, of forbidden fruit and everything I was about to do. It hugged every curve like a second skin, the neckline plunging low enough to show the swell of my breasts. The hem was ending mid-thigh to show off my legs. I wore nothing underneath,just like Daddy ordered. I smiled at my reflection, imagining Richard's face when he saw me.

“Right. You want to look powerful. Not sexy.” I chewed my lip. “Can I be both?” A pause. “You should be both. Screw it. Let’s find the outfit that makes his jaw drop and his ego burn.” That made me smile. That's why she was my best friend. I flipped the camera and showed her the options I’d picked. A pale blush slip dress. A navy sheath. A pantsuit in emerald green. Jade made a face at the first two. “No. That blush dress is prom chaperone chic. The navy one is better, but boring. Try on the green.”

Yeah, my dad’s going to freak out for sure. My dress, if you want to call it that, is a stunning cutout, Criss Cross sleeveless dress. The silky-stretchy material gracefully hugs my curves, making me feel both alluring and at ease. Each step I take, the fringe hem sways playfully and adds a touch of whimsy. The vibrant cornflower-blue color beautifully complements the natural hue of my lighter sky-blue eyes. As I wear it, I feel like a vision, exuding confidence and elegance.