Susan Chronicles Of Narnia Costume Novels & Stories

No one saw Susan at first for they thought she was one of them, but then the crows began to caw loudly, drowning out their chants, and making them stop their wild practice, a lady screamed, and they all looked in that direction to see Susan in a white gown. Susan smiled at them, and said, “Good morning. It might as well be the last greeting you all would be getting, so there’s no reason one shouldn’t be polite. Where is Chadwick?” “He is coming,” a lady said. “And we know who you are.” “Of course, you do. Let me guess, you don’t fear death?” The lady took a step forward. “We were thought never to dread it. It’s just another phase of life. Besides, thrones and kingdoms are awaiting us.”

She wore a greenish-blue dress, edged with white frills. Pearl earrings were fastened to her ears and a pearl head band completed her beauty preparation. She was done. She couldn't believe she was who she was when she had checked herself in the mirror. She closed her eyes and opened them again, still meeting this beautiful angel that posed as her reflection. She smiled and stood up, walking to the bed where Hannah lay. "Hannah baby,we have to go now. We won't wanna be late" Susanna said as she gently shook Hannah who reluctantly stood up, rubbing her eyes with her hands.

I said, immediately. She looked back in the mirror and palmed her face in shock. "Susan, choose a dress that befits her age, not something so revealing. She's only 18, not a seductress in her mid-20s," Felix murmured scrolling through his phone. Well, she is a seductress in bed. "God!! I am living with grandpa's, old fucking man's," Su rolled her eyes exasperatedly. "Here," She handed a another dress to Iris, her eyes sparkling with anticipation, knowing well how much Su loved dressing up someone.

“Are you’re okay with it?” I shrugged. Of course not, but, “What choice do I have? Elva is enjoying herself. Nicholas says Bridget is trustworthy. How can I pull Elva away without being a complete and total asshole to all of them?” Susie went quiet. I didn’t know what else to say either. A tailor came over to help Susie with her costume. Since she had taken my place as the maid, her outfit was fairly straightforward, a simple maid outfit with an apron and a lace headband. They just needed her general size.

I wore some fresh clothes and went back to meet Susan and Lily talking. "So ladies, what’s are our options and did he tell you where he is taking you?" I asked her "No he didn’t, and that’s the issue here. I don’t know what exactly to wear" she said "Well that’s not a problem" we all walked into her bedroom and Susan dumped out her clothes She brought out a green short dress "How about this one?" "Nope, it’s greenish" i said "What’s greenish uh" she asked furrowing her eyebrows "Well it’s too green" i retorted back

Then, as casually as I could manage, I added, "You know, since you're the groom's mother, you should look your best too. Have you thought about a dress for yourself?" Susan gave a small laugh. “Oh, I don’t know… I wasn’t planning on anything too fancy.” I pointed toward a deep blue gown with a high neck, smiling. “But that one would look perfect on you. It’s elegant, and it would match the evening ceremony.” Susan looked thoughtful, glancing around the store. "Well, maybe. I suppose I could take a look." I watched closely as Susan walked past the dress, barely glancing at it. I felt my heart sink. Susan didn’t seem interested in the high-necked gowns. I couldn’t let the opportunity slip by,

They had a good view of the stage, but from where Lucy and I stood behind them, we couldn’t see Susan’s performance. We could sure hear the audience’s reaction, though. They were loving it. I’d seen what Susan and her models were wearing. It wowed me just as much as Anna’s collection had – which was to say, not at all. Like Anna, Susan also had a fur theme in her collection. Her models, who went out ahead of her, wore two different versions of nearly the same outfit. Barely-there leather miniskirts with chainmail-style tank tops made of a shiny white metal, with big, plush, black fur coats.

She blinked expectantly at her. "No, why will I" Susan shook her head with a smile, "Just that erm... did you come here to see him officially or personally because..." She ran her eyes over her clothes which were a long black overcoat, high heeled boots and her hair and face were made up like she was going out on a date. "...you don't look like you are going to meet him officially. You look dressed"

Susan carried a magnificent gown draped carefully over her arms; it was a garment of deep, luminous emerald silk interwoven with delicate silver threads that caught the flickering candlelight like stardust. Elara held a matching set of cascading diamond and silver hairpieces, her face set in lines of grim, protective concentration that mirrored my own internal turmoil. "Stand straight, Kiera," Susan muttered, her fingers deftly lacing the heavy silk stays at my back, pulling them tight enough to make my lungs protest, yet giving me an unmistakable, armor-plated posture. "If you're going to walk into a den of vipers led by Alistair's little southern sweetheart, you cannot look like you're tre

A knock on the door interrupted us, and Richard stepped back. "Good morning, sir," a young woman came in and greeted Richard. Her eyes glanced at me contemptuously. She wore a white top and black skirt, and I assumed she was a maid, as she resembled Madonna. "Morning, Susan. Did you get the dresses that I ordered you to bring?" Richard asked, his voice cold, and Susan hastily replied, "Yes, sir. I contacted the store, and they offered me this set of dresses." She stepped forward, a plastic bag in her hands, and she dropped them on the bed.