Novel & Cerita Tori Vega Outfits Victorious

VEGA I walked into the school environment with my head down. I used the length of my hair to wrap my face so no one would recognise me. "Vega! Where are you rushing off to?" That was Victoria, my twin and nemesis. I walked even faster knowing she would want to embarrass me again just like she always did. Victoria wore her favourite black heels with a very short transparent skirt that exposed her thighs; the top she put on was strapless, exposing her bare shoulders.

Victoria tells the employee beside her who is still faithfully serving her. The employee nodded, and they went back into the dressing room to try on another dress. Two changes and the same thing happened twice. Maverick seemed to stare at her with judgment every time she came out to reveal her dress. "Have you chosen your tuxedo?" asked Victoria after finishing her turn. "Yes, I'm going to change now." This time, it was Maverick's turn to stand up. Before the man left, he touched Victoria's head and stroked it gently. "I just got some good news about their proof of weakness. They will soon pay for what they did to you, Tori."

James walked to where the Vanguard people were. "I'm so sorry,I am late." Tiana said in all her glory with Rotimi and Eli with her. She was wearing a green off shoulder native dress with stone around the neck, couple goals. It was fitted to her body and her gold accessories were shinning. She tied a head tie with a blonde ponytail coming out. She looked like she was coming for Owanbe with her make up and heels. "See body o.." Doyin sang recording as she saw her. They were both in blonde ponytail making them squeal a little and people around just looked at them funny.

Ever since she showed up, he hasn't been himself and always wanted attention from her which isn't going to happen. Today is the company's board meeting with the shareholders. They want an analyst of the company's growth and development for the half of the year already. Victoria made sure she dressed to kill, putting on a straight pencil black short skirt and black designer long sleeve shirt to match. She packed most of her hair in a bun and left the rest that scattered here or there. She looked so young for a twenty five years old woman. She applied light make and an alluring lip gloss that made her pouty full pink lips inviting and juicy. She wore silver strapless heels that adorned her spo

“...are for you. Then these…'' She raised mile-high black stilettos with wraparound straps. “...are to complete the statement. Then…” "Stop,” Reyona said, stopping her with a raise of her hands. “Who did you say these are for? Because I am sure they can not be for me.” Toria rolled her eyes as she turned around to hold the bodysuit to Reyona’s skin, as if that would make any difference. “See, it fits your skin tone so perfectly. And that hair? I could kill you for your hair but then I love you too much. I can already see how these would look on you. You need armor? You’ve got one right here. With a shade to match. Get it?”

Asked James “You know me so well babe” “Do you not want to go a bit more formal? It is prom after all” I asked “Well, you might prefer the next dress then” She smiled as she went back into the changing room Victora was the next to come out in a dark green strapless gown. It had small gems along the top and hugged her hips until it flared out in a fishtail. I could not take my eyes of her. She looked stunning. “I really like this dress” I smiled

One way or the other. Finally, the reason for all this shit showed up. Victorianna wearing a scarlet red corset with a tight fitting red skirt was carried in on my fathers throne. Obviously, it just had to make a fashionable entrance. Her hoard of worshippers around her. They were obviously not planning on joining the fight by the look of their fancy dress. Suddenly, my heart stopped and then went in overdrive... Eric!

Victoriå I pulled my dress down a bit as I stared in the mirror, watching my reflection staring right back at me. My hair was pin-straight and flowed all the way down to my hips and tonight I wore a black, high-waist leather skirt and a spaghetti-strap, cropped lace top paired with black heels and a small, black purse. "Ready?" Mia asked as she sat on the bed behind me and I nodded, turning and grabbing my phone from off of the dresser.

I can't almost recognize myself! Not long after, I see Miss Aliyah Torres stepping out of the door. She's wearing a black and sleeveless business suit, her chestnut-dyed hair falling freely on her back. Despite the distance, the porcelain-like skin on her arms and legs shines against the dark shade of her dress. She even looks prettier and more dazzling than her photos in magazines.

Over thirty dresses in, they got down to the final two. The first one was a black lace, modest high neck, but backless, hugging Aria’s curves like a vice. It was sexy, but without screaming it. The second was a midnight blue velvet, a deep V-neckline with a thigh-high split. It was giving elegant danger. “These,” Victoria said. “One for the main event, one for press and possible after‑events.” Leah nodded. “Aria, can you try each while we mark the hem?” “Sure.”