Maria Brink Costume Novels & Stories

Alaric’s eyes were stuck on Mariah; no matter how angry or defeated he was feeling, he couldn’t stop himself from being mesmerized by how she looked. Mariah was dressed in a white robe, under a white overcoat. There was a drawing of a pink cherry blossom tree on the overcoat, just like the one he was standing under a few seconds ago. Her hair was divided into two parts; the upper part was packed in the shape of a blooming flower, adorned with beautiful accessories. A single hairpin with tiny bells hanging from it held the hair. The lower part was just left to fall on her pack. A simple makeup was obviously done on her, and she looked so enchanting, like a goddess, that she took his very brea

After five minutes we both came out of our trial room, I am wearing a sleeveless short dress which has a deep cut showing my little cleavage, and its end on my mid-thigh it's fit perfectly on my body as it made especially for me, Maria wearing black color and with the same type as mine but sexier than mine, I am wearing it in cocktail red. Maria clears her throat to catch the boy's attention who wear sitting on the sofa, busy with non-stop chit-chatting about anything and everything, Maria getting annoyed again she changes her expression and tries again.

Marina had shed all her goth makeup, metal accessories, black clothing, and black nail polish in exchange for a blue sundress, nice gold hoop earrings, and curls in her hair. “I noticed most of you were even surprised when she took the stand because you didn’t recognize her without the thick makeup and clothes she used as her armor.”

She could hardly recognize herself because of the heavy makeup she wearing and the maid costume that parts of today's theme. " Oh wow, look at yourself! " Mariah says when she finished tying the black choker on her neck. " You look different—you look hot! " " Isn't it too revealing? " Catalina places her hand on her chest, trying to cover her cleavage. Her long red hair was tied up using a single stick that's why she couldn't cover it with her hair. The skirt is too short even though she was wearing thigh-high socks and yes, she is uncomfortable with her outfit.

On the road, none of them said anything. Each of them was lost in their own thoughts. Once they reached the shoot location, Mia changed into her gown and sat down to get her make up done. Maria was sitting on the side, wearing a cap and a black mask, with loose and baggy clothes on that made her look quite comical. The makeup artist, while applying makeup on Mia, glanced at Maria out of curiosity and asked, “Mimi, who is that one over there? Why is she all wrapped up like that? Is she a celebrity or something?”

Maria stepped inside, flanked by a team of stylists and a high-priced legal council I had hand-picked. She was no longer wearing the silk robe of a captive. She was dressed in a structured, midnight-blue suit that screamed authority. Her hair was pulled back in a severe, elegant bun, and her makeup had been applied to highlight the fragility of her features—the "victim" aesthetic that would win over the public’s heart. She looked perfect. She looked like the rightful queen returning from exile. "Are you ready, Maria?" I asked, walking toward her.

I knocked on her door and one of her handmaid open the door for me, she smiled at me and ushered me inside, I walk inside taking my seat as she gestured for me to do so, informing me that Maria would soon be out of her closet. I gasp as I got a glimpse of Maria coming out from her closet with her other handmaids "woah!! you look dazzling" I said almost drooling " oh my world! now I feel so under dressed" I said looking at my own outfit, I had made sure Sarah went with something simple yet alluring since I will like to be comfortable while I was walking and also seating, the dress was made out of satin, it was blue in color this time but it was a straight gown which stopped above my knee, the

And half an hour before the full moon , they exit their bedroom walking holding hands to the place prepared by Edward and the rest of the gang. Mara and Elise prepared the flowers, and Mara is over the moon seeing the mark on her neck. Her son finally chose a woman to love. Now she is finally free from her Luna duties! They both wear long dresses. Mara wears a Pink One-shoulder Ring-embellished Plissé Silk-tulle Gown from Maria Lucia Hohan, while Elise wears a dress brought by Mara. She asked her to help her with a dress, when she heard about Sarah’s ceremony and Mara took care of this in her own style.

Maria unzipped the first one, revealing a stunning black dress that made Elena's breath catch despite her anger. It was gorgeous, floor-length with a low back, covered in subtle black glitter that would catch the light with every movement. The kind of dress that cost more than her yearly salary. The kind of dress that made a statement. The kind of dress Dante would choose, she thought, her heart thumping with excitiment in her chest. "We don't have much time," urged another woman, whose name Elena couldn't remember. "Please, Miss Russo, let us help you." Elena wanted to refuse. Wanted to dig her heels in and demand answers. But something in Maria's nervous eyes told her that these women woul

I trusted Maria's sense of style perfectly so I allowed her to do her thing. As if she was a fairy godmother, she styled my hair in short waves that stopped right below my shoulders, the makeup was minimalistic and emphasized on my natural features. Soon it was time to get into the dress. I smiled as I slipped into the dress, feeling like a princess. "You look breathtaking, I'm sure the dark lord will appreciate it." Maria completed. I'm sure he would too. I stood in front of the mirror, admiring Maria's work, my hair and makeup perfect, my dress a rich shade of blue. I put on a pair of delicate flower earrings and applied my favorite perfume.