Miley Stewart Outfits Hannah Montana Novels & Stories

Lila said casually as she tucked her hair behind her ears, "what do you do, Hannah?" I hesitated for a second. Then answered, "I'm a fashion designer." Paige's eyes widened and stared at me for a second. "Wait... You are Hannah Martinez, aren't you?" Cherry groaned dramatically because she knew how it went down every single time, "Here we go." I laughed softly and answered quietly. "Yes." "Oh my God," Paige said, practically bouncing. "I knew it was you, you are more gorgeous in person. I was devastated about the fire. See I'm getting married in two months, and I had my heart set on one of your dresses from the Mirada collection."

Yanna “How about this?” Hailey twirls around, showcasing her outfit she planned for her first date with Antonio. I eye her outfit. “Where did you say he was taking you to again?” She blushes. “It’s a surprise but he said I should dress comfy.” “Blue looks good on you mummy.” Maya blurts out while she plays with her dolls. I let out a sigh and walk over to her wardrobe to look for something blue that could make her eyes pop. “You act like a Saint but your clothes says otherwise.”

I can feel Mitch’s eyes on me, sharp and heavy. "I think that’s a great idea," I reply, grinning back at Hannah, excitement bubbling inside me. I know exactly what I’ll wear—one of the dresses Jace gave me. The thought sends a thrill through me. Gods. Now I'm excited for tonight. "Not too sexy, though," Mitch cuts in with a grin. I'm still looking at Hannah and roll my eyes. "Why's that, Mitch?" Han asks sweetly. "She has to be covered. It's not ladylike to dress like a whore," Mitch says.

Michelle teased, arms crossed and a wicked grin plastered on her face. I squinted at them, finally taking in their appearances. Both of them were dressed head to toe in cowgirl attire, straight out of a Western movie. Michelle had paired a plaid button-up shirt with fitted denim jeans, complete with leather boots that looked like they’d seen their fair share of ranch life. Hailey, on the other hand, sported a flowy top tucked into her jeans, a wide-brimmed hat perched at an angle on her head. "You two look like extras from a cowboy movie," I muttered, sitting up reluctantly.

I can’t quite read her. “What were your costumes?” Eli asks. “We wore cut-off jean shorts, cowboy boots, a red and white checked shirt, and cowboy hats.” Peyton raises one eyebrow at Eli, daring him to comment. “They weren’t Daisy Dukes. My mom made sure the shorts weren’t too short,” Montana clarifies. “In my mind, they will be Daisy Dukes and a midriff top,” Eli informs the ladies. “You pinky-promised not to tease,” Montana reminds him. Eli mimics zipping his lips and throwing a key over his shoulder.

Hannah snatched the bag from him and dumped everything back out. "We need to go." "Mason, we can't carry everything with us. This is silly." "Hannah, you aren't getting how serious this is. You want to check on your friends? See if they're okay? Then let's pack this stuff up and go." "Fine." She took the clothes and began rapidly folding and rolling them into tiny bundles. She'd changed into longer, khaki shorts and a lose, white shirt paired with slip-on athletic shoes and her hair up in a tight knot. Tourist, but not an attention-grabbing one. Hopefully her runway model height and looks didn't attract any more of the wrong kind of attention.

"No way. You're not a kid, Blue. You're a woman. And if that wasn't the case before, it is right now. Leave it to me." Hannah then processed to throw her clothes out of the closet and started telling me to dress up in them one after the other. Lastly, I was dressed in a short skirt and a white off-shoulder blouse that was low cut and when I looked at myself in the mirror I felt my cheeks burn. I pulled my hair to cover my breasts because Hunter used to say I shouldn't be showing them off in the public. "What are you doing?" Hannah said exasperatedly. "Hunter said I shouldn't wear something like this outside in public."

“Girl, I’m not dressing you up in my clothes. You’re going in yours. You just have such reserved clothing. I mean, look at you! It’s August, and you’re wearing jeans and a long-sleeved shirt. Aren’t you hot?” “Not really. I stay cold all the time like Mom.” “Well, we’re going to at least find you a cute little short-sleeved shirt in your dresser that you can put on. Maybe something that shows off your assets a bit.” I blinked. “I don’t have those like you do, Hannah.” “Oh, come on. I’d kill for your legs.” “And I’d kill for your curves.” She rolled her eyes. “Come on. We don’t have that loser distracting you and making you feel weird anymore. So let’s find you an outfit for tonight.”

In the end, she could only force herself to really bow in front of the livestream. Even though Hannah had warned them earlier, the cameraman still couldn't resist zooming out to capture both of them in the frame. Misty, wearing a white dress and having a straight posture, looked undoubtedly pure and beautiful. She was the dream lover of countless young men. However, Hannah's dazzling beauty had a more impactful presence. She was wearing a yellow silk dress. She looked absolutely stunning in the dress with her flawless skin, rosy lips, and dark eyes. Her every expression and smile exuded radiance, rendering everyone else plain and unremarkable.

She waved her hands in that way she did when she didn't agree with someone or something, “Men can’t be raped. Only seduced.” Before I could say anything else, I heard heels clicking on the tile floor. A moment later, Hannah stepped out of my kitchen like this was her place, holding a glass of champagne and some kind of snack balanced on a paper plate. “Richie, Hi. I have missed you.” she smiled. She was dressed as always, elegant and calculated. High waisted pants, white satin dress shirt, her red hair pulled into a tight, severe bun. The soft sheen of her blouse caught the light and made her tan skin glow like a commercial. She was every bit the picture of class.