Susan Chronicles Of Narnia Costume นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"You have such great ideas, Suse. I'm going to get dressed and be back real quick." "My spilled coffee left a spot, and I need to change too." Susan scurried off to her room to change. She ended up wearing a tan pantsuit with a black-and-tan tank top underneath. She looked in the floor length mirror, turned to the left and then the right. It would have to do.

Everything was different, everything except the table. At first she thought she was dreaming. So, she pinched herself. Isabella wasn't dreaming but her arm was now sore. She got up from the table and noticed the front door was wide open. Isabella was sure that she closed it before. Then she saw something running by. Of course she had to see what it was. She went outside and there was a girl swinging around with a doll in her hands. It had button eyes and red yarn hair. The girl holding the doll was dressed in an old style dress. She had a bonnet covering her hair. Isabella thought something about the girl looked familiar. The girl turned and she finally noticed Isabella.

the words came out before I could stop them. It was deep emerald, the color of wild forests, with black threads woven like roots. Long sleeves, open back, silver beading around the waist. It was definitely for a woman of high status, made for the goddess of beauty “You’ll wear this,” Susan said, placing it on my body. “It would do, Luna.” She helped me into the gown. It hugged my body gently but didn’t cling to my belly. She fixed my hair with soft hands and painted a soft shimmer across my eyelids.

Susan, on the other side of the door, said, “ I miss you all so I’m here to visit. Why are you not awake at this hour Emma?” “You’re a girl Susan, don’t you know what shame is.” Emma’s face once again went all red. They took around ten minutes to wash up and dress properly. They opened the door and saw Susan. Susan was stunningly beautiful today. She wore an orange-laced skirt paired with a plaid coat, akin to a sunflower under the sun, dazzling and youthful.

Susan Jackson has always aspired to be a successful fashion designer. Unfortunately that dream was beginning to look impossible after numerous rejection from the number one fashion company in New York. Faced with the opportunity to compete with various students for the opportunity to finally become a designer in the Beautyspy fashion company. Susan will do anything to make sure her dreams come true, even if it means working closely with her old crush Joseph Crown, CEO of Beautyspy fashion company and her despicable step sister Amelia Friday.

I said firmly. ………… The next day, at Susana's urging, I got up to wash and change. Susana was dressed very formally today. She had changed into a long grey dress suit, with the Royal Gold Badge pinned to her chest. Her white hair was neatly cut, giving her a neat look. "My Lady, today's reception is very important. This is your first formal appearance before the nobles. Please keep up your manners." "I understand, Susana." Behind me, the ladies-in-waiting were visibly stressed by Susana's serious gaze. Their movements could not be more careful. I kept changing clothes at their request. Tired as I was, I had to brace myself for what came next.

"Our new summer dresses and Zach can wear his silks." The summer dresses were identical except for the color, Susan's being a very light green and Krista's a very light yellow, the material almost sheer with butterflies and flowers scattered across the pattern, their thick ruby nipples easily visible through it, the hem coming down to their upper thighs, the top a scoop neck showing most of their chests down to the tops of their freckled breasts. "They should just put the two of you on the dessert table," Zach said as he admired them. "Hot just doesn't cut it."

“She’s been fussing over her outfit for the last hour.” I arched a brow. “Has she?” “Oh, absolutely,” Meera said, her grin widening. “She might deny it, but I think she’s a little nervous.” I chuckled lightly, picturing Susan pacing around, muttering under her breath. The thought was oddly endearing. Before I could reply, Susan appeared in the hallway, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe. She wore a sleek, red dress that hugged her figure perfectly, the neckline teasing without being overt, and her blonde hair fell in loose waves over her shoulders. She looked… breathtaking.

A short while later, Susan walked downstairs clad in a long black dress with a slit at the back. She had accompanied the look with a red-hot shoe and a black handbag. She was looking elegant and completely out of this world. This was the kind of life she was supposed to live and not some boring housewife. The world is yet to witness her greatness and people like Mark would not even be qualified to stand by her side. She smiled on noticing her prince charming. With him by her side, she can take on anyone.

But I made sure Susan regretted it. As the crew descended upon me, transforming me into a vision of loveliness, I made sure Susan was a part of it too. She also wore a dress, a beautiful, silver dress and had her makeup done too. Something she hates doing but to my surprise she took it all like a hero. The dress Susan had chosen for me was a stunning black number, hugging my curves in all the right places. The low back made me feel vulnerable, but Susan assured me I looked "incredibly sexy and beautiful."