Margo Costume From Despicable Me Novels & Stories

I followed her down the stairs, every step feeling like I was walking to my execution. Margo sat perched on the edge of the sofa, her back ramrod straight, her blonde hair… the same shade Helena’s had been, was pulled back in a severe twist. Her face was all puffy from crying, but her makeup was flawless. Because God forbid Margo Wilson look anything less than perfect, even in grief. Dad sat beside her, his hand covering hers, his face gray and lined. He’d aged a decade in three days. I think everyone had.

Margit walked in. She was tall. Taller than Josie expected. Thin. White-blonde hair that moved on its own, like it was underwater. Silver eyes. Not amber or gold. Silver. The color of fish scales, of moonlight on ice. She wore a grey dress that looked like it was made of water. She wore no ring. "Josie Vargas," she said. Her voice was like rain on glass. Soft. Cold. Everywhere. "The unclaimed girl." "Get out of my apartment."

"How are you so sure? Please, I'm tired and starving..." He sighed heavily. I was about to repeat something when the three appeared like a mushroom out of nowhere again. Rue and Aaron were wearing an immense grin as they introduced a beige off-shoulder gown. My mouth went into awe when I saw how elegant and exquisite it was compared to gowns I had worn before. "Try this, Mija. I just finished it yesterday." Margarita handed me the hanger. "What do you think, Adam?" Without hesitation, Adam glanced at me and returned to the beige shoulder gown before nodding.

Margo took a deep breath and began to spill all of her secrets. Blanchette, Alec, and Bruce were standing in the room adjacent to the interrogation room, watching them through the glass and listening from the speaker box. Margo had on a sleeveless black top where the collar covered up her neck, matching black slacks, and black flats. She had on light red eyeshadow. Her hair was clipped behind her neck, letting the strands rest down her back. Margo looked classy and ladylike even in cuffs. Bruce held his breath as he watched her sign the deal. He watched her intently as she started telling her story.

Her hair was already slicked back and straightened. When the light hit her eyes just right, you could see the sparkle of her lovely midnight blue eyes that matched the color of her dress. She never wore any makeup except mascara to frame her eyes, but tonight she graced us with a burgundy red lip gloss to color her lips. Margot was wearing a short, off-the-shoulder, skin-tight sequin dress that was a beautiful silver color that matched her new silver streaks. Wearing only mascara with mauve-colored lips.

"All right, that's fine." It's almost lunchtime, and I'm starting to get hungry. The squad is going out to eat. Before we could get out of our seats, a familiar face walked in. She's dressed in a red mini-dress for the occasion. Like, really, really short. We took a look to see who it was, and guess who it was? Margo. We were all looking at her with wide eyes. She certainly knew how to make a grand entrance. "Margo, you are not permitted to enter." Carla shared her thoughts.

They were Lenos' closest friends. "Hi, Cresia." Jethro greeted me. "Hello, Jethro. You know what? You're cuter with your suit. " I grinned when I saw him blush. But my smile faded when I saw who was coming towards us. It was Marga. She was wearing a red dress just like most of the attendees. I rolled my eyes. "Hi, Cresia," she greeted me. I saw how she examined my look. "Didn't Lenos tell you everyone should wear red?" she asked me, her lips about to form a smirk.

Hey umm I'm sorry for that it's just that I couldn't help it I can't just imagine your face when I'm doing it with you but that'll be a story for tonight". She stood up angrily and chased him throughout the house while he laughed menacingly as he hopped from one corner to the other avoiding her hands from impacting with his back. Marcus went out to beneath his stairway and a huge metallic door was standing right before his eyes. He entered into the room after pressing a series of passcodes. He entered into the room and an ancient costume was kept in a glass tube which revealed its draconian design and strands of the apparel were left to float. It had a tiny red colour with bright gold featur

SCARLET POV. "What's wrong, Margo... You don't look too good" I asked as she looked around, a spooked-out look on her face that only intensified the more she took in the environment. Slowly getting to her feet, she adjusted her dress and turned her expression to neutral but I could tell by her trembling hands that she had been pretty rattled. Good for her, maybe I should have upped the dosage. Well, It had all been a probability because she could have taken the drink but not drank it, or refused to take the drink at all.

“We’re almost ready.” Celeste took a sip of her coffee. “No trailers? No fuss?” Mara’s grin was quick, conspiratorial. “I promised you plain, didn’t I?” Celeste laughed softly, warmth humming through her ribs. “Yes. You did.” Inside, she changed into the costume, simple trousers, a worn cotton blouse. A version of herself that wasn’t glammed or armoured, just… human. She sat at the small vanity Mara had propped by the open French doors, dusting the faintest touch of powder over her skin while someone pinned her hair into a loose knot.