Margo Costume From Despicable Me Novels & Stories

The square costume covered up his whole body until his thighs. As his head was in the costume as well, he could only see through the hole of SpongeBob's mouth. Compared to that, my outfit was simply stunning. It was a long purple dress with two straps on the shoulders. The almost see-through skirt and tight waist made my figure stand out. I didn't have a mask, but my makeup was changed and my hair was pulled into a high ponytail. This was the most daring dress I had ever worn in my life, and it made Colin furrow his brows.

I don’t really know, but I didn’t plan to risk my baby’s life, so yes, I’ll try to be a good little girl. One of the main ones was my appearance. I had to wear a dress that would hide my stomach. I had to wear contacts, scent disguiser, and a wig too. He didn’t want me to look like me, even though I’d be in a mask. So, I had decided to channel Mama, choosing a red wig, green contacts, and red lipstick. The dress I ended up settling for was a sparkly black mini dress with sheer full sleeves that were cinched at the wrist. It had a plunging neckline and a ruffled skirt that hid my minion away. It was one of the dresses Winona had purchased. Damn, that woman was amazing. She was my very own sho

“What to wear…” I was feeling adventurous, so I decided to surprise Marlene and Romeo with a little role-play. I rummaged through my closet and found the perfect costume: a sexy angel outfit with a sheer white robe, golden wings, and a halo. I put it on, struck a seductive pose on the bed, and waited for them to return. I was feeling giddy trying to figure out what their reactions would be. When they walked in, their jaws dropped. "Holy fuck, Christopher," Marlene gasped. "You look... well you look amazing."

“Margo, what are you doing here?” Madison asked. Margo was full of smiles, dressed decently in a long designer pleated dress, looking stunning. She and Madison lived together in the new mansion she purchased for Sebastian. She even insisted that Madison drive one of the luxury cars to the office but had not informed the latter that she would be coming to her office. This made her intentions suspicious to Madison. Margo’s attention was only focused on Ezrah. The man was aging like fine wine, making her blush at the sight of him.

She was right about the costumes. A few places, sequins, feathers, and lycra pieces covered every surface of the spacious tent. There was also a mirrored and illuminated tent with makeup, hairbrushes, bobby pins and curlers scattered over every square inch of the surface. Then we met Margot, who looked to be 14 or 15 years old. He had short brown hair, brown eyes and a carefree smile. She was trying to set up a ticket stall on her own – to no avail.

I had this weird feeling that something was missing… KIARA’S POV My eyes widened in wonder as I saw the elaborate preparations. They seemed fit for a king. The cake was massive and the decorations grand and meaningful. Looking at the dresses worn by other women, I understood why Ariana had taken the pains of dressing me up. A sharp tug on my arm drew my attention to Ariana. Her eyes were red and her expression deadly. “Don’t try to act smart, Kiara. I am well aware of your antics at the café.”

She grabbed my hand and hauled me upstairs to her room. Hours later, I was staring at myself in a mirror. Margo had forced me into a black dress that clung to every curve. It was strapless and short. I was wearing black Louboutins that made my calves ache. I looked like a different person. I looked like a prize. Margo pulled the car up to a small Italian place. It was quiet, decorated with string lights and rose bushes. A fountain bubbled nearby. It was beautiful, and I hated every second of it.

“WHY HAVEN’T YOU BEEN ANSWERING YOUR PHONE?” I glanced at her lazily, raising one brow. “Because I’m saving the world, one community space sketch at a time.” Margo dropped down beside me, somehow managing to sit cross-legged with a weird kind of glamor that still looked graceful, even on the dusty library floor. Her hair was piled up in a messy-chic bun, oversized sunglasses perched on top of her head despite the indoor setting, and she wore her signature maroon leather jacket that always made her look like a ‘90s girlband manager.

It was the day they'd attend the charity ball. Margarette was being beautified by the make-up artists. She wore a mermaid backless emerald gown with a slit on one of her hips. Her hair was tied up into a high ponytail with a real diamond clip on the root. Her small face was being drawn with perfection. After putting her final touch, which was her scarlet lipstick, Margarette now looks like a goddess. It wasn't an overstatement. In fact, it was literal. One look of her and she'll definitely take your breath away.

Maribell chuckled as she dragged Margo up the stairs and to her room. “What is this?” She asked, when Maribell held up a dress. “It’s a dress.” She said, chuckling. “I know that but why are you showing it to me?” Margo asked. “You’re going to wear this.” She said, smirking at her face that wore an aghast expression. “No way…” She whispered, shaking her head and holding up her hands. “Yes. You’re going to wear this but not just this. I’ve already taken your scars into account if that’s what you’re worried about.” She said, smiling as she nodded her head.