Regina George Revenge Outfit Novels & Stories

Chapter 22: The First Visit Draco’s P.O.V Regina gave me a murderous glare as she came out of the bathroom wearing the red turtleneck shirt and black jeans that I had prepared for her. The collar had ruffles in them, as did the sleeves and it was completely in contrast to the sexy-girl image that she was used to. But I wasn’t letting her get away with being seductive in my house. That was for my eyes only. “Now, now.” I walked closer to her, feeling my lips twitch as she crossed her arms across her chest, but refused to back down. “Don’t frown so much, or you’ll get wrinkles.”

A single mannequin stood in the display wearing a black lace bodysuit so sheer it might as well have been a suggestion. Reggie killed the engine. “Come on.” Cassie raised a brow, pulse already racing. “Lingerie? Now?” “Compensation,” he said, lips twitching into that half-smirk that made her stomach flip. “For every set I plan to tear off your body in the very near future. Pick whatever you want. My treat.” Revenge tasted like dark chocolate and sin.

That's what gets you through,’ I reassured myself, the soft scratching of my pen against paper a soothing counterpoint to my racing thoughts. Hours—or perhaps only minutes—later, I glanced at the clock and sighed. Time to transform into someone else, someone ready to stand at the precipice of revenge and not flinch at the darkness below. ‘Something fierce,’ I said aloud, rummaging through my wardrobe for the perfect outfit. I settled on a black dress, its fabric hugging my curves like a second skin, and slipped into boots with heels sharp enough to be weapons. The mirror reflected back a version of me that could conquer nightmares—or at least, look the part.

the woman who did her nails said while doing her pedicure. “It’s okay. It’s not that important,” Georgina answered, but she was cussing out loud in her thoughts. For years, she hadn’t heard anything from his father, and he suddenly called her. Her phone rang again, so Georgina put it on silent mode so she won’t get bothered. She wanted to be happy with Stephen and forget about her family, who happened to be the rival of the Uno triad. After the salon, she searched for a new dress and decided to go to some luxurious brands. Ending up choosing Channel red dress. It was a simple but elegant look with a halter neckline and mermaid cut skirt that hugged her figure.

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.

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."

Anger and hurt that he didn't trust me to do this on my own. “Why are you here, Ian?” I asked, tossing the covers away and swinging my feet to the ground. “I’m also very curious about that, Ian Perèl.” Kaiden intoned. I ignored him, my gaze stayed on my best friend in front of him. Ian’s eyes perused my body and it darkened. Confused, I stared down to find myself dressed in a ln oversized dress shirt. It smelt suspiciously like the insufferable Alpha behind me.

George, "You think! I can hear her voice till here and you think she is drunk, but wait a second, Cristill what are you wearing now?" No, Regina told me that if I don't wear clothes like her I will never get a friend, but am I looking odd in it? George, "Will I tell the truth, you are looking very good which can't be understood today morning. Um! you need to wear those clothes for getting friends." I questioned, "But , George why are you staring at me like that? George doesn't reply, but he continued to stare." Is he checking me out? I felt awkward that I rushed to my room. Why easy he watching me like that?