Regina George Revenge Outfit Novels & Stories

No one ever rode Lady I figured it was because we made her a mother but apparently I’m missing something. The look on my face must of said it all because she giggled. Reagan was wearing a braves baseball cap with her long blonde hair pulled out the back in a simple ponytail, a grey t-shirt that fitted her body perfectly and a pair of jeans she bought from the other night with black ariats. She swung her leg off Lady like she did it daily. She winced as she hit the ground, I’m sure her ribs are still bothering her.

- Oh, Missy, you are simply stunning! The infectious euphoria in Megan's voice made Missy smile, though her stomach was still tight with nervousness. With restless hands, she smoothed, for the millionth time that early evening, the silky fabric of the tea-pink dress she was wearing. There was embroidery and detail covering every inch of it, from the hem that spilled a few inches to the floor, the fabric that flared out just below her knees, the region that perfectly hugged her thighs and waist, the sleeves that formed a small cape around her arms, down to the moderate cleavage, but which still left a considerable amount of skin on her collarbone and her breasts on display.

[Sia's POV] The day passed in a blur of sun and sand. "You look like a nun," Regina groaned, eyeing my swimsuit. I was wearing a conservative, long-sleeved rash guard and a swim skirt. It covered everything from my neck to my thighs. "I don't want to get sunburned," I lied. The truth was, I didn't want the bodyguards to see me. I wanted to save my skin for Kaelen. Regina, on the other hand, was wearing a string bikini that barely covered her nipples. She spent the whole day parading around, trying to catch the eye of the stoic Beta Theo.

Giant kegs lined the other side of the wall, the source of the good humor. It was such a marked difference from her pack’s ceremonies and celebrations. She’d been warned about this, but it was like the whole place had been torn from the pages of history. Many of the men looked just like Vikings, though dressed more like modern-day Vikings would dress, with the military fatigues rather than animal skins and chainmail. There were a few carved weapons glistening around the cave, axes and knives. Everyone present seemed incredibly muscular and vaguely threating. No wonder Agnar saw her as a delicate flower.

The sales assistant at the bridal shop spotted me and came over enthusiastically to greet me. I used the moment to step inside and sit down beside Charlie. He glanced at me briefly, sending a shiver down my spine—I was afraid he'd recognize me. But he only looked at me for a second before turning his attention back to the magazine in his hands. Feigning surprise, I looked at him and said, "Is that a Jaedon Centenary Edition watch you're wearing? Only ten of those were released worldwide. How impressive to see one here!"

One would think they had been drinking for a while without knowing that it was just at the beginning of the party. I passed through them, curious to test what I was experiencing and true to my thoughts, they had no clue I was there whatsoever. They didn't even shake one bit and I knew that they were completely clueless about my presence. ''That'll make it easier.'' Just then, i saw myself from the past walking in dressed in a tight black pants and a pink shirt that spelt ''Fuck you''. That was what the typical Regina would wear but now, I wasn't down for any of that. All that was on my mind now was my revenge mission and how to move ahead with it.

"Don't worry about a thing. Hunting is more about patience and being in the moment. Just enjoy yourself and stay close to Regan." "Will do. Thanks again," I said, feeling a bit more at ease. After she left, I changed into the outfit. The rugged fabric felt strange against my skin, but I admired the way it looked in the mirror. The gear consisted of a fitted camo jacket and pants, sturdy boots, and a wide-brimmed hat that framed my face nicely. My dark hair, usually worn loose, was pulled back in a practical braid that accentuated the emerald depths of my green eyes.

Lucky for them, word got to me before they were able to execute their plans and I made it clear that if they so much as looked at my girls the wrong way, I would exterminate them like the fucking rats they are. I also have other secret partners who would have stepped up if Regina or Ophelia had been in danger. Because when it comes to them, I will never risk their safety. The sound of a car pulling up has me jumping out of my seat and heading to the front door. I pull it open and watch as Regina steps out dressed in a pair of brown, wide-legged pants and a silk shirt. At least she's not wearing last night's dress. Or worse, Bianchi's clothes.

Edward said with a sparkling look in his eyes. He did not say it to get away from his previous negative comment, but he said it with sincerity and all honesty. Regina looks stunning in her black cocktail dress. It has a plunging neckline that shows off her cleavage and her prominent breast. The dress is simple yet elegant and enticing. It fits perfectly in her, and it accentuates her hourglass body. She is a head-turner. "I know right?" she confidently said to him and tucks her hair behind her ear. Her mood changes immediately with just one compliment.