Katherine Pierce Outfits Novels & Stories

Three years of this charade until the contract dissolved and she could be free. Then the door opened. And the server for the day walked in. My gaze flickered up and down her features and I froze. Katherine? For a second I thought my eyes were playing tricks, some cruel conjuring from the smoke. She wasn’t dressed in her usual clothes—no, she wore the hotel’s staff uniform: a fitted blue blouse, a black pencil skirt. Simple.

"Straighten your posture. You are the man of this house. Act like the master of this estate, not a man who spends his days on a bicycle." George forced his shoulders back, a bead of sweat tracing a cold line down his spine. "I’m fine, Mother. It was just a long day of... logistics." The double doors opened, and Katherine walked in. She didn't enter like the wife George had known, the woman who used to drift into rooms like a quiet ghost. She entered like a hurricane draped in silk. She wore a deep scarlet dress that clung to her every curve, her hair swept to one side to reveal the pale, flawless expanse of her neck.

I didn't want to feel this way. My heart was still on the mend from how Jason hurt me. I wouldn't let Christian reopen old wounds. ... On the morning of the auction, I stood in front of the mirror as the maids helped me with my dress. Katherine stood in the corner of the room, giving them instructions. Apparently, Maverick had sent for her that morning, she and a team of other stylists. Katherine was impressed with my design. She made a few final changes to the dress and now, it sat beautifully on my body, with the neckline low enough to show a little cleavage, and pretty silver heels.

"Your presentation is excellent on such short notice, Mrs Darcy" "It's a pleasure to help you, Mr Packard" the wiry woman responded. "Once you gave me a description of your friend, it was not difficult to choose clothing that would display her marvelous coloring to advantage. Ah, notice this dress" she said as a model pivoted slowly before them. "I thought you would be interested in the green silk" "I think it would suit Katherine, Mrs Darcy" Jensen said. Katherine leaned close to Jensen and whispered "I'm not about to parade in front of you in that, Jensen Packard" she said.

“Ready?” Piercy looking into the bathroom as I finished packing my bathroom supplies. Since we would be arriving and seeing people, I had on a knee length fitted black skirt with three buttons down the front. Pairing it with a silk flowy bodysuit that was a swirl of pastels, I felt pretty and dressy. My heels weren’t my favorite, but they were professional. Piercy was in black slacks and a slate colored button up. We matched without being too matchy. My hair bounced with thick curls as his was left looking like he just got out of bed.

I slowly lifted my head despite the pain and focused my blurred vision forward. Katherine stood a few steps away from me, an arrogant smile stretching across her face. She wore an oversized hoodie, the fabric stained and wrinkled, nothing like the elegant outfits she used to parade around in. The woman who once carried herself like royalty now looked disheveled and unhinged. Her hair was messy, her clothes dirty, and there was a wild, unstable gleam in her eyes that made her look almost unrecognizable. “The once proud woman,” she continued mockingly, circling me slowly, “who thought everything was going perfectly for her is now tied up in this pathetic state. How does it feel, Grace?”

The lighting dances across Katherine's olive skin, enhancing her radiance. Katherine is a stunning woman. She looks queenly in her attire: a shimmering turquoise spaghetti dress that clings to her body like a second skin. She's the kind of woman men would go weak in the knees for. However, tonight's outcome is an irony to the venue I've picked.

A throat cleared behind me and I whirled around so fast, I wasn't sure how I didn't faceplant. My jaw popped open and stayed there when I saw Katherine. She looked like a goddess, and there was a fullness to her physique that childbirth gave her which was more discernable in the form-fitting outfit she donned. It was a shimmery black gown which was held up by her neck with a single silver chain. She had matching chains on her wrist and similar pieces dangled from her ears. She completed the ensemble with silver studded stiletto heels her hair was swept up to one side with diamond hair clippers and her makeup was tastefully done.

After Katherine had finished showering, she walked out of the bathroom with only a towel around her body, standing before the wardrobe and about selecting a night gown to wear, she suddenly heard a knock on the door. "Who is that?" She asked. "Derrick," he answered. She quickly picked a gown and wore it then quickly went to open the door for him. Derrick walked in and observed her clean body. She looked very sexy in the nightgown she was wearing. The nightgown brought out all her feminine shape. "Please sit, Marshall," she gestured but Derrick walked up to the wardrobe and bent, "your pant." He was now holding her pant. Katherine had forgotten she hadn't wore a pant, while she was hurriedly

"No need!" They weren't quite right, but they weren't ugly either. She appreciated Marcelo’s choice for her. Katharine was wearing a white fishtail skirt and red high-heeled shoes today. She looked stunning and chic standing there. In her knee-length black dress and flats, Renee appeared shorter next to Katharine. Yet, she exuded beauty and grace.