Regina George Revenge Outfit Mga Nobela at Kwento

My heart swelled seeing her sit across from me in her rosy and most cheerful self. We were at an outdoor café just under the mild sunlight. She wore a skimpy gown that flayed at the lower region, the length was so short that it had difficulty getting past her mid-thigh. The upper region had fancy buttons fastened on them but they served no purpose because the V at the neck of the dress traveled all the way down to the middle of the breasts. It enabled her cleavage to be displayed in full sight and well defined.

"I'm going to beat you to death, you damn homewrecker! How dare you bring a bastard child to our doorstep? See if I don't beat the stuffing out of you!" My head rang from the blow, and I could only thank my lucky stars that I could still remain clear-headed. Other women who'd been watching the drama unfold gathered around as well. They mercilessly opened up my suitcase and passed around the skimpy underwear I'd specially purchased from Carnatia with looks of contempt. Regina became even more smug when she saw the undergarments in my suitcase. "See? I told you all that she was a wench! Which respectable woman would wear things like this? Only women of the night in the red-light district would

I never wanted any of these but they had to bring me back just to torture me, like it was my fault. I tried my best not to cry; crying would ruin my makeup and a ruined makeup meant more scolding from my mother. I quickly went through my wardrobe and saw a dress that I hadn’t worn for a long time since I got it sitting there. It was a straight gown that had a long slit in the front but nevertheless, it was beautiful. I stared at the dress and could remember Dahlia telling me not to wear the dress because I would look ugly in it. I cursed lowly and angrily took the dress off the rank, I took the dying corset off and quickly changed into it.

By the look on his face Reggie wasn't expecting Jessica to be here either acting like a spoiled debutante. Which is exactly how she looks. She claims to be a member of Black Eagle, but she's standing in the center of the room wearing a bright purple gown slit almost up to the waist, strappy golden gladiator sandals with 3" heels, and a shiny chrome corset. She isn't wearing a helmet or mask, instead her bright red hair is perfectly styled and her makeup exaggerated. She looks like she just stepped off a catwalk in Milan. Which is grossly out of place in a room where everyone is in black fatigues and armor, many of us covered in blood. “Agent Jackson, now is a terrible time,” Reggie clarifies

Rhea's Pov It was time for the trial. I stood in front of the mirror, tipping my hat so it covered half of my face. My reflection stared back, unrecognizable, and I almost smiled. This was what I called revenge clothing. A black fitted dress hugged me from the shoulders down, ending just above my knees. The fabric was smooth and at the waist, a thin leather belt cinched in, highlighting my figure without being too loud. The neckline dipped just enough to look bold without crossing into vulgarity. My hat, tilted low, added an air of mystery, only one eye visible under its shadow. A pair of sheer black stockings finished the look, giving me the edge of elegance and defiance in the same breath.

Regina’s POV I took a deep breath to steady myself. Just one moment of vulnerability. Then I straightened up my shoulders, chin high, and strutted inside. The lobby of the Reinhardt Group’s conference hall glittered as my heels clicked across marble so polished I could see my reflection. My navy silk blouse and the sharp pleats of my ivory trousers fit right in. I’d paired the outfit with a tailored blazer in the same deep navy, cinched at the waist, and a delicate gold chain at my collarbone.

Greg threw at him. "You see why I didn't want to talk about it? Look at people I call my friends, they can't even stand by me when I need them the most! Excuse me, I'm going first!" Tyler stalled away. He didn't mind his friends who were still looking at him as if he just peed on his pants and got into his car, then sped off. He won't go home, a long drive to clear his head is all he needed. *** Sophia and Gena were dressed in black all over, while the other Special Assassinators were all in Soldiers clothings, from cap to boots.

Thank god I wore a thick jumper and trousers, I was warm and cozy. Looking to my right I see Chloe, this time Bri referred to her as Cambridge Academy's very own Regina George. She took advantage of the fact that we had no uniform prancing around in mini skirts and tiny tops. I don't blame her, she's got a pretty figure so why not flaunt it? However her heels surprisingly within the limit of 4 inches were bright pink and evil to the human eye. God those things were vibrant. She gave me a dirt making me look back to my book.

She thought while looking around immediately in hope, but his voice suddenly resounded in the quiet backyard while the moon hid away in the cloud, making her surroundings darker than it was. His eyes traveled from her face down to her body, and his eyes appreciated the view in front of him as he licked his lips, showing great satisfaction. Regina lowered her gaze to take a look at her dressing, only then did she realize that she was putting on her nightwear and robe. Her night dress was a red thin material, and she forgot to put on her bra due to how occupied she was. She didn't wear much because it would only lead to suspensions from the guards. She normally wore her night dress whenever sh

She asked, "Grandma, what's the reason for me to wear these clothes?" Violet could tell, even without wearing them, that these were the kind of provocative dresses left behind by Lucius's visitors. "I want to brighten up the atmosphere in my room. Having you in these clothes will lift my spirits and aid my recovery," Regina explained. Violet wondered if that was the true motive. "Don't worry, George has ensured they are all thoroughly cleaned and sanitized," Regina added, noticing her hesitation. Violet smiled bitterly as she grasped the clothes. "I'll wear them for you now."