Tori Vega Outfits Victorious Novels & Stories

"For showing me what courage looks like." My throat tightened. "You're the one being courageous today." "No. You were courageous when you exposed Damien at that party. When you refused to be a victim. When you survived everything they threw at you." She squeezed my hand. "I'm just finally catching up." At 6 AM, Victoria's glam team arrived. I watched from the doorway as they transformed her. Hair swept into an elegant updo. Makeup flawless but natural—enough to look polished on camera, not so much that she looked like she was hiding. A navy Dior suit that screamed power and confidence.

I was right, once the match started, they were all business and we won with a solid 4 to 0 win. We played for a few hours, during which Tori woke up, showered, and came out to watch TV while she ate some lunch. She was wearing a pair of black bike shorts that hugged her taut ass like a second skin, and a baby blue tank top. From what I could tell, she wasn't wearing a bra or panties either. Tori took every opportunity to bend at the waist, right where my eyes would find her peach of an ass or her perfect cleavage, distracting me from my game.

I tugged at my bag strap, trying to act like I didn’t see it. "Uh... why are they all staring?" I muttered under my breath. "Because you’re hot?" Millie said casually, locking the car. "Don’t worry, they’ll get used to it." "Great," I mumbled, following her toward the entrance. We spotted Tori sitting on a bench near the school gates, her electric guitar resting on her knee. She was hard to miss—tall with sharp features, short black hair styled into a wolf cut that perfectly framed her pale face. Her outfit screamed gothic rebellion: ripped black jeans, combat boots, a choker, and dark lipstick that made her smirk even more intimidating.

Victoria lied guiltily. Valentina had always believed Victória, so she didn't doubt that Victória would have an interview in the evening. “Be careful, and come back right after the interview.” Victoria nodded and went to change on the second floor, then, as she didn't want to be presentable in front of Jackson, she didn't choose her pretty dresses, in fact, she just took a white T-shirt and light brown pants, then tied her hair up in a bun with an elastic band, and wore no make-up.

I walked up to the closet, ignoring the dozens of designer clothes all screaming at me for a showoff, and instead chose several simple clothes that wouldn't make me stand out too much from the crowd. Because if I was going to make a run for it, I might as well start my life afresh with my brother and redeem myself for the costly mistake I'm carrying in me. Starting tomorrow night. Unknown POV: “What do you think boss?” I rubbed my chin with a slow grin, watching Seraphina pace around the room with rhe pregnancy test in her hand, her lips moving nonstop but I bet she was swearing and screaming like the typical Alvaréz she was. The fucking bastard didn't wear protections or what?

Tori’s POV I couldn’t get to sleep that night, even though I’d already picked out the outfit I was going to take: a black corset with burnt orange bows. Was this a test of my sensibilities, or something more sinister? I really hoped not to have to participate. Wondering if Naomi would be attending, as well, I dozed, only to be woken by Ellie, who was stumbling about in the dark. I knew we had agreed to save on electricity, but this was ridiculous.

A Black Lamborghini car pulls into a halt, and both Spooky and Tornado come out from it. She was wearing a strapless short bodycon gown, and an animal hair black jacket was wrapped around her shoulder. Her peep toes heels was a top-notch to everything, making her look so s*xy, she was wearing a purple color curly wig, which gave her a different kinda look. Tornado was also dressed in disguise as her bodyguard. Both entered the clubhouse and their eyes fell on both Jupitar and Braxton who was disguised as a waitress.

Media as the event organiser. The event's theme is a formal black tie and thus Victory had opted to wear a long flowy red dress from Gucci and matching black pumps by Feragamo. She had also chosen to curl her shoulder-length brown hair, causing them to cascade and swirl seductively at her back. She had opted to leave her make up simple, just a touch of winged eyeliner to highlight her emerald green eyes and paired it with bright red lipstick. Now that she is already in her fifth month, her pregnancy have started to show and a small bump can be seen on her abdomen. Although, those who are unaware of her condition could be forgiven into thinking that Victory had simply eaten too much of that m

The days passed. On Sunday morning, Vega was getting ready lazily. She was dressed in a white short-sleeved blouse, a pink ribbon, and a tutu skirt. The blouse and skirt are gifts from her mother, given when she celebrated her twentieth birthday with her twin. At that time, her twin got a violet tutu skirt, while she got a pink tutu. Vega's parents are always happy when she wears those clothes. Therefore, Vega wore those clothes. Vega wore makeup that made her look natural and beautiful. After that, Vega wore pink high heels. Not long after, Vega heard the sound of car horns. Vega immediately wore high heels and ran to the fence.

Nothing much is different in this setting, though. Glancing at the time from her pocket watch, Tori wore a pale peach off-shoulder outdoor dress with minimal frills and ribbons. She let her hair loose with only a ruby-decorated hairpin on the other side of her hair. Her shoes with the same color as her dress but with a golden design on them, and her royal blue robe stopped at her midsection with the Rozenreff insignia embroidered at the back. Tori twirled with a satisfying feeling when she watched herself in the mirror.