Moulin Rouge Outfit Ideas Romane & Geschichten

“If you’re not ready by then princess, I’m leaving without you.” I jump in my car. Run to the nearest store. Grab some clothes and when I get back I have 30 minutes to spare and Rosalie’s in the kitchen cooking some bacon. I hurry up the stairs and jump in the shower and get dressed. I walk down the stairs and Rosalie whistles. When I have a moment to take her in I check her out and whistle back. We look good. My dark grey suit with a burgundy tie fits nicely and she matches with a cranberry colored, velvet long sleeve fitted dress that extends out like a mermaid ending above the ground.

*** “Why do I suddenly feel colder here!" Migo exclaimed while looking around and rubbing his shoulder. “Wow. Oh!” Everyone in the hall exclaimed! Holding their breaths, as the male gods are about to enter. One by one, they posed at the booth, like models walking on a runway fashion show. Migo is wearing a Velvet-tailored fit maroon Burgundy 3 piece Suit. A hot playboy image. Kian is wearing a 3 piece Gray Suit Tuxedo, perfect for a handsome heartthrob look.

The uptight Grace was so drunk that she danced the night away. “Let’s join the dance floor!” Jules insisted. “One more shot. For courage.” Scarlet giggled, feeling like the room was a bit dizzy. She was getting drunk and being a lightweight wasn’t helping her situation. “Fine! Hey Sexy, three shots.” Sky said to the bartender as she pulled her pink hair down. They all decided to go for leather outfits so they’d match—something about feeling sixteen again. Scarlet had on a short leather skirt that had a small short inside. She wore a white top and black thigh-high boots. She looked different and hot.

There wasn’t a single sound coming from the place when she had promised to take me clubbing. I was dressed in a champagne-colored satin cowl-neck cami with thin tie straps, paired with a sleek black mini skirt. For the shoes, I went with metallic gold high-heeled sandals. I was dressed like I was going to a club. Giulia, on the other hand, was dressed in a deep cherry-red halter top with a plunging, draped neckline and a short, leopard-print mini skirt with a wide belt and oversized silver buckle. She paired the look with knee-high patent leather stiletto boots in deep cherry red.

He asked. He was dressed in a red suit that made him look dashing. “What do you mean? Your suit looks great and makes you pop out.” She winked. He only laughed and played with his hair more. She looked back at herself in the mirror, her makeup showed her with heavy mascara, eyeliner that winged high and red lipstick. It matched her fiery tint of black and red hair that she got dyed last year. “Alright, you have an option. Go out to this ball looking like slutty badass or a proper bitch. Your choice.” Milo smirked, placing the black backless singlet dress or a dress that covered her arms, back, and shoulders but it was short to her knees.

Inside was another world: velvet walls, crystal chandeliers dripping blood-red light, and music that pulsed like a living heartbeat. Madame Rouge found me the second I stepped inside the private lounge. She wore a crimson gown and a smile sharp enough to cut glass. “Lot 13,” she purred, circling me. “Twenty-three. Virgin. Desperate. Perfect.” I wanted to run. But Jamie’s face flashed in my mind—pale, smiling through the pain. I let her lead me backstage. They gave me a black silk mask that covered half my face and a red dress that clung to every curve.

I could still feel his gaze burning into my back as I went up, more like jogging than running, so it wouldn’t be obvious that I’d just childishly ignored him. I freshened up quickly and picked out a red blazer that stopped at my mid-thigh and burgundy wide-leg pants that hugged my waist and hips perfectly. I paired them with black Louboutins and a black fascinator. My makeup was simple, but my smoky eyeshadow made everything pop and blend perfectly with my outfit. I wore bold red lipstick, which made me a little nervous because it felt like too much effort. But I’m the main character in my life, so I should act like it. I took a mirror picture and sent it to Mira. She replied almost immediat

MELANIE The next day, I dressed like I was going to war. I picked one of the craziest black dresses I owned, the one with the high slit that showed off my thighs every time I moved, and a plunging neckline that put my cleavage on full display. I let my red-tipped black hair fall in wild waves, painted my lips blood-red, and slipped on strappy heels that made my legs look illegally long. I was going to make Gavin Thorne feel every single thing he did to me.

Claudine’s new red dress was a statement, alright. It was a killer. A glow of midnight red fabric, designed into a long V-neck and a daring V-back. Floral cuts hugged her hips, flowing into a high slit, with pearls and rhinestones. Her hair, still short beneath a different, ling wavy wig, was swept up in a dramatic half up-do style, creating a perfect frame for the scanty fringe that brushed her brow. She wanted this reception to scream: I’m here. I’m dangerous. And I’m not going anywhere. (Till he’s dead)