Marceline Outfit Mga Nobela at Kwento

She thought it was funny that they feared their Alpha, but did not realize that if what Selene said was true, they should really fear her. After breakfast, the twins escorted Marcia to the library, where the pack seamstress was waiting with the most beautiful gown she had ever seen. Pure white with embroidered moons along the bottom edge of the tulle skirt, a fitted off-the-shoulder bodice, and hints of iridescent threads going throughout. As soon as Marcia saw it, she broke down in tears. It was perfect.

I must be mad. I got up and started packing my things. It all fit into a small suitcase. Once I was done, I grabbed my thickest coat and headed outside just as Marcella was pulling up in a sleek black Maserati. Thankfully I didn’t have to wait long in the snow. Marcella was the definition of goddess beauty. She was tall, had black hair and sharp golden eyes. Right now she’s dressed in a very expensive looking fur coat, her hair tumbling over her shoulders. She carries herself with a dangerous grace, magnetic and deadly all at once.

“My God! Is that Sadie Landry?” “The one who had a scandal with Chanel?” whispers flew. But Sadie kept her head held high as she felt an encouraging pat on her back. One that made her skin spring alive. Since her dress had a full open back, Marcel’s hand had skimmed across her bare skin, making her body flush even hotter. “I told you, you look exquisite, baby girl.” Marcel whispered, and she tried not to look affected, responding with a short smile. Right now, they were supposed to be in a professional setting,

Stepping out of the uber and waving goodbye to Gina, she began heading home, Marcella felt like she just had the best week of her life so far while a dark part of her told her that she had to be prepared for a very bad crash. Marcella arrived at the Founder's event, wearing one of the outfits they got. A white long floral gown that had an off shoulder and a high slit paired with a small purse hanging off her shoulder. The sun was shining bright and the air was filled with excitement as the festival was in full swing. Gina spotted her from afar and waved her over, her own short gown fluttering in the breeze. "Marcella, you look stunning!" she exclaimed as she hugged her friend. "I knew that d

I was perfecting my contour when Marcella opened my door, hands behind her back, and a mischievous look on her face. "What's going on?" I asked skeptically. She stopped hiding her hands and revealed a big white gift box, with a red ribbon in the middle. "What's that?" "You tell me." I snatched the box from her, and pulled off the red ribbon. I gasped slowly when I opened it. The box contained red mules and a dress. I picked up the dress and this time, Marcella gasped. It was a baby pink mini corset dress with embellished jewels.

"You. Stop right there." I paused. I did not turn my head. Marcella stepped into the dim light of the backstage corridor. She was wearing a crimson silk dress that screamed new money. Her cousin, Hazel, dragged behind her, looking miserable. "I need to know who designed that silver cloak immediately," Marcella demanded. She did not look at my face. She was staring at the empty wardrobe rack behind me. "Tell the designer I am buying it. Name the price. I want it delivered to my dressing room before the festival ends."