Tori Vega Outfits Victorious の小説・ストーリー

" It is if she's gonna be spinning the wheel" " Well it's a crazy crowd, I can't even make out who some of these people are," Victor said as he passed his hands through his afro. " There's a separate wheel for them, they're using numbers," Zach said with a smirk. " Smartass girl, so the guys who aren't from our school get numbers - good one," Victor said as he watched Tory, dressed in a very sexy red off-shoulder gown that stops just above her knee, revealing her long sexy legs. Her hair was perfectly wavy and sleek and her skin glowed in the sun as she answered the reporter currently questioning her.

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.”

Her tone was light, teasing, but there was something else under it too. Pride. I huffed out a breath, half-laugh, half-exhausted groan. “It’s a stupid crown.” “Maybe,” she said. “But not everyone runs ten yards through a wall of angry giants to win in the fourth quarter.” She glanced down then, lips twitching. I followed her gaze. There, smeared across the front of my jersey—half hidden under turf stains and sweat—was a faint gray streak of dried mascara. Tori’s. From when she’d slammed into me crying at halftime after they announced the court.

“Oh. My. God. You are going to totally rock the night.” Ashlyn slipped her arm through mine. She’d come over early so we could get ready for the big Tori party together. We did the two-hour shopping trip last weekend to get all the things that we would need to make our appearance known. The thigh-high stockings, high-heeled ankle boots, and of course, the tight little black dresses that clung to our bodies like a second skin.

Instead we began to tackle the zips with a vengeance and slowly, bit by bit, they gave in to our superior might. “Ha! Take that sucker!” Violet shouted. “Now for Cal’s and my outfits.” Suddenly I was extremely grateful for my toga, slipping it on with ease and putting on the golden manacles and torc which were part of the outfit. Even Violet’s hooped and corseted velvet dress and killer white wig, which stood five inches high and streamed down her back like a river, were easier to put on than the hamburger. Kayla refused to wear any makeup with her outfit, saying that she wanted to display the ugly truth of fast food – although there was nothing ugly about her so it sort of defeated the poin

"That’s my girl!" Gigi cheered, a wide grin spreading across her face. "Bad girl Tee.” Thalia smiled. She stood, grabbed the largest of the shopping bags, and brought it to the center of the bed. "Since we’re heading to the Red Velvet, we need to go all out to look like we belong in the Mayor’s VIP section" she reached into the bag and pulled out a dress that was essentially a shimmering black dress that looked daring, and dangerously short,almost entirely backless. She tossed it toward Gigi.

Veronica POV “Mama! Are you ready?! Theo is outside with Nikola so you better hurry!” Torvi yelled from the front door. I came rushing out of the bedroom stumbling in my boots not used to the 2-inch heels. My dress was a silver/grey that went to my mid-thigh. My black jacket was in my left hand as my right held my braid together. “I need a hair-tie!” I said flustered. “Here, now let’s go before they get into an argument, AGAIN!” Torvi said loud enough for them both to hear.

Victor watched Mirage through the window into the DJ booth. She was smiling brightly at the DJ as she answered questions about her show. She wore a t-shirt advertising herself, over a pair of jeans, biker boots, and a cropped leather jacket, her hair slicked back into her signature ponytail, complete with pink-tipped extensions, and looked every part of the rockstar that she was. “She is holding up,” Vice murmured. “She is strong, our Mira.”

But even though they have another much feral identity, they still look astounding, Stunning even in their simple clothes. Jason is wearing a black leather jacket above a bloody red shirt that has the picture of Bella and Edward from the movie Twilight. Melissa is wearing a mint green dress fit for a pregnant woman. Karlo, like Jason, is wearing a leather jacket—except for the plain white polo shirt underneath the jacket. Gialyca Farmiga, whose face remains the same after leaving Victoria’s Secret, is wearing a mint green off-shoulder blouse that made her cleavage uncovered. A pair of black leather jeans embellished her long, slender legs. And me…I am wearing a coral Sunday dress—the only dre

Heads turned, conversations faltered, and whispers rose like smoke. The grand ballroom was a sea of tuxedos and gowns — velvet, satin, crystal beading catching the light from a dozen chandeliers. A string quartet played something elegant and understated; waiters glided through the crowd with champagne flutes. Everyone who was anyone in Velmore was here: board members, old money, new money, politicians, influencers, all orbiting the Toriaga name. And now every eye was on Tiana. Her peach gown caught the light like liquid fire, the silk moving with her like it was alive. The deep neckline, the thigh-high slit, the way the fabric clung to every curve. It wasn’t just beautiful; it was a declarat