Susan Chronicles Of Narnia Costume Novels & Stories

Sausan answered the door and took the note handing it to Cassie. Your presence is required in the parlor no later than seven fifteen. see you then Nathan "Susan what am I suppose to wear?" Cassie asked. "I will find some thing," Susan said. After ten minutes of going through the dress truck Susan pulled out a dress. "This is perfect," she told Cassie. Then helped her dress. Susan brushed Cassie's hair out. Cassie looked in the mirror he face still showed a lot of bruising, the cut were there but faint.

A dangerous game, playing with words that meant too much. The door opened again, and Susan entered. My fingers tightened around the stem of my wine glass. She wore a dress the exact shade of forest green I'd worn at every formal pack gathering for three years. My color. The one she'd always claimed washed her out. She'd even styled her hair the way I used to—loose waves pulled back at the temples with silver clips. "Sorry I'm late," she said, settling into her chair—my chair, at Damon's left. "I wanted to look my best."

She was enjoying her cartoon but I stopped that. Susan laughed as my little princess whined." She loves her cartoon" "Yes she does" We all went inside my room. *** Susan lay Amelia down on the bed. She came to stand in front of my wardrobe. Her eyes scan my wardrobe and then she picked out a dress. It was a sky-blue dress that has a bit of white. I remember that dress so well and I haven't worn it since I bought it. I still doubt it's my size since then I was a little skinny when I bought it. I took it from her.

Selina asked. “I look like a clown, don’t I? I don’t know why my mom forced me to wear this. This dress is so childish,” Susan complained, making Selina’s jaw drop slightly. “You look incredible,” Selina said immediately. “You’d be insane to think you look like a clown. You’re usually all tomboy, and that’s cool, but seeing you dressed up like this, I was honestly speechless. You’re beautiful. You know Rowan was staring at you with his mouth half open, mumbling like an idiot.” Selina exaggerated a little, and Susan winced.

"Suzy! You made it!" Leah half-ran to Suzy who looked pretty in her bridesmaid dress. They hugged each other, "Don't cry, it'll ruin all your make-up!" whispered Suzy who knew Leah would be crying out in seconds. "Are you feeling comfortable in that dress?" asked Leah, examining Suzy from head to toe. Suzy nodded, "I kinda feel emotional when the first time I put this dress on my body, it feels strange, you know, I've been wearing a nun's robe for several months, and now I'm feeling like I got my soul back!" Suzy burst into tears.

She would aggressively critique the fit, zip me out of it, and immediately hand me another one. "Argh!" she groaned in sheer frustration, throwing a blue silk gown onto the floor. I looked at her, my excitement rapidly deteriorating. I scanned the massive pile of discarded clothes, and then a flash of deep red caught my eye. I walked over, pulling the heavy fabric from the pile to get a better look. "Uh—Susan? Can I try this one?" She spun around. But the absolute second her eyes locked onto the crimson fabric in my hands, her eyes blew wide in shock, and all the color completely drained from her face.

He was furious. Then, a soft knock came from his door. He thought it might be Sara coming to play with him. He was surprised to find Susan instead. A petite figure stood at the door. It was not Sara, but Susan. Susan was wearing a flowy long dress hugging her alluring figure. Under the moonlight, her face was extremely sexy and seductive. Darryl really had to admit that Susan maintained her looks very well, like his own mother-in-law Samantha. Susan was in her thirties, yet she looked like she was barely in her twenties—her standing next to Sara and Rachel looked more like siblings than mother and daughters.

I scream, full of hope, but Cristina doesn't move, looking at me seriously. “Here, put on these clothes. It should look more presentable today.” “Aren’t you going to look at the scar? Please, Cristina, believe me?” “Stop lying, Susan. Everyone knows that you have already undergone plastic surgery, your beauty is not natural.” I breathe out, discouraged… My God, what can I do to make people believe me? “Get dressed soon, Susan! Mr Marshall is waiting for you.” I nod, lowering my head. I put on something that looked like a maid's dress. It was clean, white and smooth, different from the shabby clothes they gave me yesterday.

Susan stared at her reflection in the mirror. She was donning a beautiful black dress that clung to her body like a second skin. Her hair was in loose waves as she gazed at herself. She was looking gorgeous. This was the first time she had dressed up sexy. Her lips were painted a seductive shade of red. And the thick coat of mascara looked beautiful in her eyes. A loud honk from outside had her eyes snapping at the clock and it was exactly 8. Susan quickly grabbed her purse and coat, she hurried out locking the door.

“It’s risky, but Astor seems confident. Just be careful, Charlotte. Susan is unpredictable.” Charlotte nodded, her fingers brushing against the tiny recorder hidden beneath her shawl. “I will.” Elaine stood, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “You’re stronger than her, Charlotte. Remember that.” --- Susan arrived at the dining room right on time, her heels clicking against the marble floor. She wore a red dress, the bold colour. “Astor,” she said sweetly, her eyes sparkling as she approached him. “You look handsome tonight.” Astor forced a polite smile. “Susan. Thank you for coming.”