Red Death Phantom Of The Opera Costume Novels & Stories

“This is finally my opportunity to attend a costume party, I plan to look the best even in a mask.” * Time moves pretty slowly when you are looking forward to something but in this case, it flies. Before the duo knows it, it’s already 8pm, Saturday. Arthur walks in beside Bethany, tux tailored to perfection, his black and gold wolf mask only half hiding the wariness in his eyes. Bethany? She’s in a floor length gown the color of blood. Deep red. Off shoulder on both sides that her collarbone is uncovered. The cloth is sculpted to her frame like it was made specially for her.

, Ophelia squealed. Four agonizing hours later, after getting my hair pulled in every direction and make-up applied and my dress on, I was ready. We all stood together and looked in the mirror, "The guys are going to have a heart attack", Calliope said. My dress was a deep red, Ophelia's was an emerald off the shoulder, Elodie's was a fitted silver with spaghetti straps, and Calliope's was a strapless sapphire blue. The rest of the girls had up-dos, but I went for a more Viking look with a Dutch braid down the middle of my head and smokey make-up. We walked out of the room as a group and headed for the stairs. I didn't know where I was going so, I just followed the girls.

“I assumed as much.” Eve leans forward. “What kind?” Alex doesn’t hesitate. “Red.” That gets a few smiles. A few raised brows. “Head to toe, masks also,” Alex continues. “Not tactical black. Not camouflage. Red Death doesn’t hide.” She looked at Eve. And repeated the words from the warden "All that red. That’s what makes it easy to see you coming.” Maz lets out a quiet laugh. “Subtle.” “They already called us demons,” Alex says. “We’re not here to convince them otherwise.”

Tomorrow I dissolve into light. The guards dragged me after Ophelia, toward the workroom. Sandalwood was burning in the room. It couldn't quite cover the smell of blood underneath. In the center stood a dressmaker's mannequin, a half-finished Luna gown on it — the bodice deep red, the skirt empty.

I stepped back into the room and packed my clothes into my bag, leaving out my best black gown. I freshened up and dressed in my best black gown. The Red Dragon had once told me black was his favourite colour when he was playing with me when I was a kid. When I stepped out, my heel clicked hard on the marble floor. All eyes turned as I descended the stairs. But I didn't look at anyone else… I had my attention on Red Dragon and him alone. “What is she doing here?” I heard my father's voice whispering to my Mom. But I didn't look. He has disowned me.

It was perfect, after all. I glanced at my friend and brother. “Still planning on Link and Zelda?” I asked. Kam smirked. “Yup. The costumes should get here tomorrow. Did you order yours yet?” I nodded. I was going as Christine from Phantom of the Opera. My dress was red, white, and gorgeous! It even had a drawstring front to resemble the eighteenth century European style. I also ordered matching white heels. They wouldn’t be totally authentic, but it was for a high school dance. The mask was my favorite part. Part of me wanted to go with a full Venetian mask, but I ended up choosing one that was made of red lace, and tied with a red ribbon. I totally wasn’t excited to wear it. Nope!

Thorncrest wolves filled every level, dressed in formal black and silver, their faces turned toward me with hunger, contempt, curiosity, and fear. The room smelled of roses. Not real ones. Selene. My stomach tightened. The white gown waited at the far end of the hall. Displayed on a silver chair beside Damien like an offering. It was not the same gown. Not exactly. This one was cleaner, newer, more elaborate. White silk. Silver thread. Long sleeves. High throat. A delicate crown placed across the folded bodice. A costume for a ghost. A threat made of fabric. Damien had prepared the hall exactly as I remembered it.

It was horrible when someone they thought was dead showed up out of nowhere. Jean wore a vintage strapless dress with a rich Byzantine style, gorgeous and mysterious. The dress had a picture of Jesus crucified by the Pharisees embroidered in golden silk! The name of that dress was -- sin offering. And it was popular all over the Internet at the time. Because that dress was totally different from what Galene had designed in the past. It was solemn, beautiful and powerful! There were many blood-red gems inlaid at the hem and shoulder edge of the dress!

“She’s showing us recovery.” **Look Eight** drew tears. Ghost-stitching down the spine of a translucent gown, catching only as the model turned in full light. And then… Silence again. The music dimmed. One final spotlight. **Look Ten.** The audience sat on the edge of their seats as the model stepped out—tall, poised, wearing the original **Crimson Core** dress. Black silk, impossible drape, the slanted seam stitched with precise red thread. The inner lining glowed beneath the lights.