Regina George Revenge Outfit Novels & Stories

Mia said. "So, everything in my closet?" "No. You need something that says 'I won.' Something that makes him realize exactly what he lost." I tried on seven dresses before I found it. Red. Deep crimson. Form-fitting but elegant. A high slit up one thigh. Off-shoulder. Sophisticated and very very dangerous. "That's the one," Mia said when I walked out of the dressing room. "You look like a goddess." "I look like revenge." "Same thing."

If he wouldn’t come to me… I’d go to him. Revenge wasn’t passive. It was power. And I wore mine in red. I slipped into the dress like it was made of fire. Short. Tight. Barely legal. It clung to my curves like second skin, rising dangerously high over my thighs, showing the full curve of one side of my bum if I moved too quickly. Perfect. I let my hair down, brushing it until it flowed like midnight silk over my shoulders. Then came the perfume, warm, floral, with a hint of something dark.

Since the event is mask-themed, I decided to go with nude makeup, but I made sure my lips were painted red to complement my dress. Done with my makeup, I slip into my dress—a beautiful piece made of lace and silk. It’s a backless dress with a deep plunging neckline at the front, stopping an inch above my belly button. Two large silk straps are tied together at my hip area, front and back, shielding my private areas, while the entirety of the skirt is covered in lace. A slit runs from my hip to the bottom of the dress. The dress should be considered scandalous, but it’s perfect.

“Don’t think about it, baby. I promised you will have fun. Let mummy get dressed.” She placed his tablet in his hand, and soon Nate was shouting commands to people on where they should run to and how they were to attack the enemy. It brought a smile to Nita’s face. She dressed in a black sleeveless dress. After all, it was a death anniversary, and she didn’t want to dress flamboyantly. It wasn’t that a joyous celebration. Just as she was putting a finishing touch on her makeup, a soft knock on the door made her look up.

It was a cowardly act, but of course, Rina’s anti-fans wouldn’t see that. “So?” Regina muttered, her wide grin slowly faltering as George handed the phone back to her. “I’m sure we wouldn’t mind that happening here again, but you are dressed for another occasion and I want you to preserve your outfit. And besides, you are putting on red bottoms. You wouldn’t want to ruin a pair of shoes that are as expensive as those.”

She had the perfect body which made everything she wore beautiful. A blue gown with high-end slits on the left side. It was long sleeves and it covered her body, if not for the slit it would cover her body all the way through. It was her day, the day she told the world she was back and ready for business officially, what other way was there than to let her legs speak for itself? ‘’It's time,” Regina told her. She was scared, for the sake of Jane, yes she knew the young model wasn't the type to be messed with but she could not help but worry.

His polished Oxford shoes clicked against the marble floors, his presence commanding without effort. But Selene stole every glance. Her deep crimson satin gown flowed like liquid fire, the high slit catching the light with every step. Silver earrings glimmered beneath her low bun. A thin bracelet graced her wrist, and her black heels tapped softly in rhythm with Cole’s stride. Together, they looked like perfection.

“How about this?” I cock my head as I watch him put it on, “I guess that will work. You’ll just have to buckle it tightly.” He grins, “just don’t tell George I borrowed this.” “Yeah, why does he even have that?” I ask. Not that I was surprised. That helmet was the least weird thing in this house. James laughs, “he said it was part of his renaissance outfit. He called it Battle Minotaur.” I shake my head at the image of George in fuzzy pants and horns with army paint all over him. “Now that I think about it, Annie probably had the body paint,” I tell him. “She was weirdly excited about finding the toy.”

I took my iPad with me to my room and I put on my black tank top, black jeans and black leather jacket. I looked at myself in the mirror and I couldn't help but laugh seeing myself in the mirror. I took my helmet and my leather gloves with me. I walked out from my room and went straight to the basement. I took out my motor bike and smiled happily looking at it. I put on my helmet and started to drive it out from my mansion. I drove towards the beach because in a few minutes, the sun will rise and I want to see my last sunrise before having my revenge later on at night.

He smirks and glances at her nervously, “Can’t it be both?” She giggles, but then they’d reached the top of the stairs. She looks down and sees George. He hasn’t spotted her yet. He’s in his finery. A black uniform, with a lot of gold embroidery on the chest and stand-up collar. He has a black velvet half-cape over one shoulder which is edged in gold embroidery, and held in place by a small decorative golden pauldron. Greyson leads her to the stairs and they start down.