Novel & Cerita Narcissa Malfoy Costume

The trees that lined the courtyard were lush and green, and the leaves rustled gently in the wind. Miranda’s outfit was that of a typical witch from the Shadows Covens. Her black dress clung to her curves and was adorned with various gemstones that sparkled in the light. She had a cloak draped over her shoulders, and her long black hair cascaded down her back. Her eyes, which were a piercing green, were lined with kohl, and her lips were painted a deep red.

And not long after, a small bell at the end of the door rang, revealing a pale-skinned young man who immediately smiled faintly at the shop assistant who had also previously greeted Calistha. "You will definitely visit her again, what do you want Malfoy?" Calistha immediately straightened her body warily while staring intently at the man. From head to toe, Calistha felt that Malfoy didn't look suspicious at all. The man looked like an ordinary youth around his mid-twenties with pale skin that gave off a mysterious aura. Calistha silently continued to observe the movements of Malfoy who was currently pulling a chair, not far from where she was sitting. But when she was busy observing a Malfoy

"The Winter Gala is tonight. We aren't waiting for the Council to find us. We're going to show the world exactly who you are." Three hours later, I stood in front of a mirror, and I didn't recognize the girl staring back. I was wearing an obsidian gown that felt like a second skin. It was high-collared but had no back, showing the smooth, strong line of my spine. My hair was pulled up, and for the first time in my life, I wasn't wearing a maid’s cap. I was wearing a crown of black diamonds. "You look like a queen," Zade said, standing behind me. He was dressed in formal military leathers that made him look lethal and impossibly handsome.

Naya’s POV I barely recognized the girl staring back at me from the mirror. She looked… different. Not the frightened, bruised slave girl from Mystic Falls. Not the trembling runaway who had been dragged through tunnels and locked in a lavish cage. This girl looked… almost beautiful. My fingers trembled as I smoothed down the soft fabric of the dress I’d been given. It wasn’t a gown. It wasn’t something meant for royalty. It was simple. Casual. But to me… it felt impossibly expensive.

I didn’t know about the Donatello Principessa, but I had full intention of taking out everyone if they dared to even look at me the wrong way. Rosanna wore a pastel pink jacket, paired with a plaid white skirt that reached her knees. Her lush blonde hair was curled to perfection around her head and her bright green eyes seemed to spit fire in my direction. Good; the girl had fire. Maybe she would be a good match for Draco after all.

A pang of jealousy hit me hard and I felt the facade I was wearing would burst out any moment. Jade's costume was a perfect indication of a vampire-like impression. She wore a long, flowing black gown that was fitted at the top and flared out from the waist. The dress was adorned with intricate lace detailing and had a high neckline that showcased her delicate collarbones. She completed her look with a pair of elegant, heretofore dangerous-looking, black stilettos.

I would need a strategy, a path of moderation. “I will not sentence him to death, rest assured Melsine. I will not take anyone’s life,” I graciously smiled at her and a sense of relief crept up on her face. Tacy brought my dress and it was a simple silver gown with very fine purple embroidery on it. It screamed elegance and class. They helped me get changed into it and stood me by the mirror and I closely observed myself. There was a scar on my face and neck from where Luna Nashia had claw-handled me. Although the wound was fully healed that scar will remain.

Sebastian's POV "Narcissa, you cannot keep doing this!" Narcissa looked at her maids kneeling near her desk like a bunch of dogs. None looked at her, their heads cast down in obedience. How long had they been crouched like that? "Whatever do you mean, dearest?" She had her mask on, playing the part of the sweet princess from over the mountains. The Treasure of the Diamond Spring pack, Narcissa Onasis. She fluttered her lashes at me, stamping her seal over more official documents.

My jaw clenched. By the time I tried on the fifth dress, I was sweating, silently cursing everything from Draco’s stupid cheekbones to Larry’s stupid fingers. How did I get into this mess? Why couldn’t I be a normal girl with a boring boyfriend and a part-time job at a bookstore? “You’re staring again,” Draco drawled as I stepped out in a dark emerald gown. “That one... hmm. It says ‘deadly but still docile.’ I like it.” “I feel like I’m being packaged for auction,” I snapped and hoped he wouldn't pull a gun and shoot me.

“Don’t you think she should be executed in accordance with our laws? Isn’t such an act disgraceful, your highness, especially for someone who is minutes away from becoming the Luna of the Crescent Pack?” I was thrown into a state of total confusion and had no idea where their lies were coming from, but as I saw a smirk playing on Malia’s face who was in the front row, dressed in a sparkling white dress with a white hat that was designed with feathers, I had an idea of what might have happened. She had once asked them to make my life unbearable, and if truly she was involved, there was no way I could ever win against her.