Katherine Pierce Outfits Novels & Stories

Eliana always felt like a fraud walking through the door — but Katherine? Katherine was in her element. I found her perched behind the bar, one elbow on the counter, her hair pulled up in a high ponytail that screamed effortlessness even though I knew she’d spent half an hour perfecting it. She wore the Marlowe uniform — black silk camisole, sleek pants, stilettos — but she made it look like couture. The moment her eyes landed on me, she stilled, then narrowed them. “You’re glowing.”

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅• Katherine stood in front of her full-length mirror, slipping into her casual yet eye-catching outfit. She chose a fitted white blouse that tucked neatly into high-waisted black jeans, accentuating her figure without being over the top. The blouse had pearl-embellished buttons that added a touch of elegance, while the jeans were ripped at the knees, giving the ensemble a laid-back vibe. Over this, she threw on a cropped, studded leather jacket that oozed attitude. Her combat boots, glossy and adorned with silver buckles, gave the perfect flash of edginess. She added a pop of color with a crimson scarf, casually draped around her neck, and completed the look with bold gold hoop

And zero tie. He didn’t need one. He was the tie. The standard. The tension. And next to him… her. Katherine Brown. Wearing the only thing that remotely passed for high-fashion in her wardrobe: a black satin romper with feathered detail at the chest, sheer tights, and heels that screamed “please don’t trip, girl.” "I look like a very expensive crow," she mumbled under her breath, clutching her tiny pink purse like it could protect her from public humiliation.

She wanted to do everything herself as she feared they might overdo it and make her look too formal for a simple private dinner with the king. After drying off, Catherine stood in front of her wardrobe, contemplating what to wear. She wanted to look elegant yet approachable, a reflection of her true self. Eventually, she settled on a beautiful knee-length dress in a vibrant shade of blue, accentuating her beautiful figure. The dress had delicate lace details that added a touch of femininity, and the flowing fabric made her feel like she was floating on air. She paired it with a pair of matching heels and adorned her neck with a silver pendant that complemented her dress perfectly.

“Thank you for noticing. I didn’t think anyone would. I tried to make it as subtle as possible.” “It is subtle. I just managed to make a career in reading people.” As she stood to her feet, I also noticed something different. Kate was the most conservative dresser I knew. Her closet consisted of sweatpants and loose shirts. There was the occasional crop top but even those weren’t that short. Today however, she was in a pair of jeans that should have been illegal because of how good they looked on her and a crop top with a little bow in the front that showed enough cleavage to have my brows raising.

Since they had known each other for a long time and nothing had been sudden, they wanted to make sure the media portrayed their background. "Here comes the gorgeous girl, Katherine Hughes," A woman declared over the microphone, and the media shifted their cameras to the entrance of the deck, where Katherine appeared with her mother and father on either side. She wore a gorgeous blue gown with little makeup on her face, which added a rosy beauty to her look which was fresh yet gorgeous.

This bitch is making me go crazy now. Katherine opened the door. Her face alone made my blood boil, but I suppressed my anger. She smirked, waiting for me to say something. "I want to accept your deal," I said with a straight face. "I knew you'd come around. I didn't think you would come at midnight, though." Katherine laughed. "Whatever. Come inside." She turned and walked into the living room. I followed her inside. We sat on opposite couches like we had this afternoon. The only difference was her clothes. She wore a loose lace top with a pair of booty shorts. Her fluffy slippers had cute cartoon foxes on them. How fitting...

“I know. That’s why I brought you out. You need air. And maybe a new dress or two.” When we arrived at the mall, it felt like stepping into another world. Bright lights, chatter, the scent of coffee and perfume, it was almost overwhelming. For a moment, I forgot about bloodlines, danger, and the ghosts that haunted me. We went from store to store, Katherine tossing dresses my way faster than I could try them on. She insisted I wear color, pastel pinks, deep reds, even a light blue dress that made her sigh dramatically. “That’s the one,” she said, her hands on her hips. “Alexander would faint if he saw you in that.”

He looked dashing as ever. "Dwayne! I'm here for you! I'll be your date!" He waved at them, following behind Lucas and Diana. Morris exited the limousine and held his hand out. "Did he bring her as well? Quick! make sure to get a good angle!!" Katherine's foot came out and followed by the other. She wore a V-neck rhinestones tulle evening gown with short sleeves. She looked like a princess that belonged perfectly with the prince that is Morris.

Finally, Katherine sashayed into the room, paused for effect, and squealed excitedly when she saw me. In two strides, I was at her side. She pulled me into a hug which I returned enthusiastically. We pulled away at the same time, still holding on to each other by our fingertips. Katherine fit in right away. With her big, designer sunglasses which covered half her face, her artistically ripped, tight jeans, blouse, and matching bag, she looked almost like a model herself. I told her so and she shrugged it off with a laugh. "I can't come here looking sloppy," she said. "Wouldn't want the media here to paint me as some wack friend of yours from the back end of a town, would you?"