Pairing Costumes Novelas e Histórias

“You can say that again." “Well... unfortunately we don’t have any clothes that match the look you want. But over here…” She moved two aisles down, and we followed her to another rack full of clothes. “We have some short skirts and dresses. I'm assuming you both are from South Ville Academy. Some students bought these." She took out a dress, held it up."The trick is in the pairing. If you select the right combination of clothes, you could almost look like the characters you’re going for.” Ruby shook her head regretfully. “Almost isn’t good enough for us.”

Waiting for the accompanying music to sound, she then lifted her face as the explosion was about to happen. Pandora raised one arm upward. Roger did the same as the other members scattered. Their gaze was intense—they clasped hands as the beat of the music guided them to repeat the dance moves just as they had in rehearsal. One key difference lay in their costumes and appearance. Pandora’s face was lightly made up; she wore a halter dress with a tie at the waist. Every movement felt fluid. She was certain Roger’s costume was just as lightweight, specially designed for today’s performance.

Halloween costume and a dominatrix, complete with black fishnet stockings and a large black flogger. They’d taken off my handcuffs, which now dangled from the leading guard’s hands, so with slow, careful movements I took off my dress and laid it, thinking of Chloe and Grace and our shopping trip, next to the costume. Then I sat and took off my shoes and sheer stockings. I saw I could leave my bra and panties on, which was something, I supposed. The black vinyl dress with its multiple straps went over my head and zipped up the back. (I didn’t ask for help with it.) Then came the fishnets and a pair of ridiculously high black stilettos boots I swear took five minutes to lace up. I stood.

Photos of people wearing the costumes were displayed to make choosing easier. “All right, pick one,” she said, feigning boredom. “There’s still plenty to choose from. What can I get you?” asked a very attractive girl who stepped up to help. “Is there one you’d never wear yourself?” I asked, scanning the photos. “Well, there are a few,” she said. “Is it for you or your girlfriend?” she asked, eyeing Jenny. “For my girlfriend. But I get to choose.” “I see. We’ve got some sexy superhero outfits—those tend to be a hit with the guys,” she winked.

I think it’s adorable that they’ve matched outfits, with Oshmin wearing a three-piece tuxedo with a deep blue waistcoat, a deep black jacket with distressed gold and a matching bow tie with deep blue pants and glittering gold Oxfords. Now that I think about it, every set of animais around the ballroom matches. The High Priestess of the makkari and her animai are in purple and black respectively, but I can see little accents in makeup and nails that reflect their partner’s attire. The King and Queen of the sirna seem a little more individual but the blues, blacks and purples blend perfectly. And then there’s me. I know who my animai is and yet here I am all alone, and even if by some miracle

The drinks are green, red, and black. I wear the DC character supervillain Harley Quinn costume with wigs because Bash did not agree to dye my hair while Bash wears a Daredevil costume with a masked horn head. “Shouldn’t you two wear at least a match costume?” Ryker asks. I think he’s Edward Cullen tonight with a thick foundation to look pale and red contact lens. “Ryker!” I launch myself to hug him. He laughs. “Easy there, Harley. Our last encounter wasn’t pleasant. You don’t wanna make this party a real Halloween, do you?”

I sat up, sleep clearing from my eyes as my mind fully slipped into game mode. This game might be sabotaged. My ex, Zade, could show up at any moment. But right now, I didn’t care. I wasn’t backing down because of Leo’s insecurity or some ex who never truly cared about me. Leo placed the box in front of us and opened it. The first costume was a short net gown paired with a black, body-fitting pants-trouser. For the men, it was a net singlet and short black pants. We got dressed immediately. Just as we were about to head out, Leo stopped me, worry etched across his face.

Same model, same rugged design, same dark color as the ones I bought for Christian. I head upstairs, walking into the quiet master bedroom, and slide open Julian’s side of the walk-in closet. In the very back of the rack hangs a heavy Grim Reaper costume Julian bought for himself last year for a neighborhood party but never actually wore. It is a perfect, identical match to the one I just bought for Christian. Down to the very fabric. Matching costumes. Matching boots. Julian isn’t the only one in this marriage who knows how to hold a blood grudge.

I applied my make up with the thought of softening my prominent features to better disguise myself and completed the look with a deep red lipstick. I stepped out and Emerson whistled. Tally quickly slapped his arm as if offended. Was she jealous? Is there something going on with those two? Tally went with a Harley Quinn costume, which honestly suits her personality well. Emerson thought he was being funny by dressing up like a vampire. Percy was dressed like a Mafia guy with a pinstripe black suit. He even had a matching hat. Then there's Kellan who of course decided to dress like prince charming. "Let's go." I told them all. It was now dark outside and time to get things rolling.

It was so fun but Leon didn't like the fact that I forced him into the costume, he'll get over it. "Oh this!" I smile as I pull out two of the same outfit. Yes I am that type of mom with twins, I just love matching them. It's a pair of dark jeans, a denim "button up" and little brown shoes. I added a little black bow tie with white polkadots on it. I dress Alec while Leon dresses Octavi. "You two are the cutest little boys!"