Perona Outfit Novels & Stories

Leone was closing the door behind someone as she came out and waved at a stack of clothing that had been delivered. “See if any of that fits you, Norah.” Norah didn’t know what to say and found herself going through the clothes. There were two outfits, one for Leone and one for her, an extremely fancy one: clean underwear, a camisole with a shelf bra in butter yellow, a pair of pants with a subtle floral print, and a sheer top that picked up the colors in the pants with splashes of emerald and streaks of pink. “We’re going shopping so you won’t have to wear it for long, if you don’t like it,” Leone said, making her realize she was frowning.

____ Dante had been right in his assumptions, because all of his men looked pleased with the announcement and the path they were heading down. Afterward, he headed to the marketplace to find the right attire for Seraphina to wear. He had chosen for her two long tunics with four slits to help with movement, two pairs of trousers, below the knee boots, and a leather belt with beautiful Elvish crystals. The shopkeeper hid her smile as she wrapped his purchases, but he knew that she knew that they were clothes for a woman.

But when I found the bikini I was exactly looking for, I couldn't stop the grin blossoming over my face. Letting the robe fall off my shoulders, I slipped into my peacock blue La Perla G string bikini, one of my favourites because of the deep, sultry hue and the scandalous cut. No way was he going to be able to resist me. I let my curls fall freely as I shoved a pair of oversized sunglasses on my face.

"Irritating." ---- o ---- "Before we leave, I need to thank the old lady who provided the medicine. Here, change to this. We need a new outfit so no one will recognize us." Asha gave Ronjon a brown Panjabi with pants. She was wearing a faded green sharee and a shawl covering her face, only her eyes were seen. Looking at her and the panjabi. "Just wear this yourself. Get me another one," Ronjon said. Asha pouted. “Why?”

The designer pieces were stunning – a midnight blue dress with silver accents and a burgundy ensemble with delicate embroidery. Paige shook her head emphatically. "While they're perfect for a paranormal extravaganza, they're not appropriate for meeting Dominic's pack." "But I've always dressed this way," Amber protested. "And now you're potentially the future Luna," Paige countered, already pulling different options from Amber's closet. "You need to look the part." The outfit Paige eventually selected was elegant yet understated – a cream-colored blouse with tailored black pants and a structured jacket. The ensemble projected confidence and sophistication without being flashy.

Her outfit was simple: a navy blue high-collar jacket that was slim-fitted around the bust and waist and flowed down to a few inches above her knees, where a pair of dark pants tucked into a solid pair of black boots. It was practical, spartan, boyish. Something her father had tailored as a matching set with Charon once upon a time when he had tried to harden Helena and include her in the running of the pack, with the hope that she would one day be a leader at Charon's side. Those dreams had been crushed in her last life when it was clear Helena didn't have it in her, his carefully selected clothes meant to make her look intimidating shoved to the back of her closet, but things were differen

As she imagined the outfit—black leather boots with a My Little Pony tee—Seraphina couldn’t help but burst out laughing. She could already hear the Young Master’s reaction: “What are you even wearing?” To which she’d reply, dead serious, “You just don’t understand fashion.”

I wasn’t going to waste my time if this person turned out to be an inexperienced informant. Collina walked in with a lady behind her. Collina looked ever the perfect picture of a beta from the Stormdawn pack. She was dressed in her black pants and with her shirt tucked in as usual, the only slightly glamorous detail was her copper colored hair that was neatly laid down in a small bun.

“Oh Angela, I would have slapped you if I was there with you, you look stunning, I am sorry but I prefer this look to your old one, this is Montero's signature look,baby! What do you want to wear? A nun gown? Don't get me mad” Dorris hissed. “Show me more”. Angela requested. They showed her the outfits on another big screen and a touch pad was handed over. She can swipe through, selectively to make her choice. Dorris insisted on helping her friend and making a good choice of outfit. “Stop at that one!”she suddenly gasped. “No way!” Angela protested.

“It’s about time for you to put more of your design knowledge to use. Although, I did love having you all to myself there for a bit for help with the Hamptons house.” “I’ll help you anytime you want,” I respond, pulling the pantsuit I’d picked out for the day from a clothing rack. Setting the phone on the counter in the middle of the closet, I hold the outfit up to my body and back up a few feet so they can see the entire thing. “Okay, that’s hot!” Emma cheers, giving the outfit a dramatic clap. “You have to wear it,” Pippa comments. “Perfection,” Margo says, giving her stamp of approval.