Maria Brink Costume Novels & Stories

She was wearing a ball gown in demure peach which enhanced her rosy cheeks. "I can't breathe!" Toshani cribbed making Revati turn her head towards her. Maria was tightening the chords of her corset while Toshani struggled. "My lady if your stay still for a minute it would not be so hard," Maria said. "I don't want to wear this. Why can't I wear my normal breeches and tunic?" "Your mother will have a fit if you enter the ball dressed like that! " Maria said. Revati smiled at her younger sister who was pretending to have a fainting spell.

CHAPTER 142 BRIANNA’S POV “I can’t wear that,” downcast, I mumbled to one of the maids who was getting me ready for the welcome party. They’d come after Hermes left to get me ready as he had instructed. They bathed me, styled my hair, and painted my face with heavy makeup. However, the clothing they were about to dress me in made me cringe. It was a short, skimpy red dress, made of elastic material that could barely contain my figure even if I were a teenager.

She beamed with smiles. "Same here." Martha reciprocated her smile with a forced one. It wasn't until now that she observed Mia's dress. The girl was adorned in an opulent, peach floor-length gown featuring intricate lace and shimmering sequins. A string of pearls graced her neck, complementing the elegance of her ensemble. Every detail, from her polished black heels to the delicate embroidery, reflected a timeless and sophisticated style. And she was wearing light makeup… Mia wasn’t one who fancied such things. Martha’s eyes narrowed.

Diego whistled. "I am dating your sister" I cut him off looking at him like he was crazy. A knock sounded throughout the room earning all our heads to turn in the direction of the door. "That's everything, Wait for my update" Lorenzo finished as The door opened and in walked María. She was wearing white jeans and a dark Green long sleeve crop top. She looks beautiful as always. I swiftly stood to my feet, My eyes glued to her as she slowly but cautiously entered the room. "Baby sis got him whipped, did you see how fast man's moved then?" Diego laughed, Lorenzo and Marcel Chuckling along at his remark.

she mentally shrieked, her distress palpable even from a distance. As I rounded the corner, Marina came into view, standing regally in front of her throne. Her striking features were as captivating as ever, with her vibrant blue hair cascading down one side of her face like a river of sapphires. Despite her icy demeanor, her beauty was undeniable, a fact that only made our complicated history more intriguing. Marina's attire was a vision of winter elegance, with a short, icy blue and white dress that accentuated her slender figure. The cut-off sleeves showcased her toned arms, while the delicate ice heels elevated her statuesque presence.

Because of last night's activities, she had forgotten that she had not packed up the things he brought. Maria took out one by one the clothes that were there. But she smirked in surprise, all her clothes were just a light dress, a tank top, shorts and...lingerie. What is this? Who prepared cursed clothes like this? Maria sighed, she immediately put on one of the dresses that were there. It's too short, Maria thought when she saw how she looked in the mirror. But she ignored her and immediately came out with her hair half wet.

We were invincible, formidable. When Mari emerged from her room, to the stairs and into the Great Room, it was almost like she was a completely different person. She always dressed to kill that I personally find it pleasing watching her play dress up. Personally, I think she's presentable even with just a loose shirt on. Black, I noticed, and white were her power colors. It made her look confident, powerful, like she could conquer the world with pantsuits and heels. She could if she tried. But her clothes today were different. Bright. Like a doll.

“I missed you so much.” I wrap my arms around her as I push her inside, nodding over my shoulder at Zeth and Eya to stand guard outside before I close the door. Maria steps back to stare at me as if it's been years since we last met. She's wearing simple slim jeans and a tight blue tank top. Her hair falls to her shoulders, and her makeup is light but striking. She was always the beauty queen between the two of us. Ex-high school cheerleader, prom queen, and somewhat mean girl of her school.

Maria's voice hissed from my earpiece: "He knows you're here." Maria herself was seated in the front row, resplendent in emerald green that complemented her dark hair. She hadn't acknowledged me, wouldn't risk anyone noticing our connection. But the miniature camera concealed in her corsage gave me her perspective, allowing me to see Michael's reaction up close.

But after a pause, she continued, "She's your uncle's mate. Do you like her?" "Yes!" Chris said loudly. I smiled, squatted down to pat his head, and handed him some candy. "Thank you," Chris said politely, accepting the candy. I stood up and glanced at Maria. There wasn't much for me to say to her, so I simply smiled politely. She seemed momentarily stunned but quickly returned the smile with warmth. She was wearing an emerald green sleeveless dress today, with no other jewelry except for the bracelet Louis had given her. It was a simple outfit, but still elegant and beautiful.