Novel & Cerita Tori Vega Outfits Victorious

She speaks, turning and holding her towel in place. “You’re welcome why don’t you get dressed while I go make sure the house is locked up,” I suggest while standing making her blush as her eyes wander over my tattooed chest. “Yeah I should get dressed,” she agrees with a nod and grabs the clothes I placed next to her. “I will, be quick.” Tori looks down at her feet with flushed cheeks as she looks slightly uneasy. ‘She feels safer with us,’ Valko proudly announces making me chuckle slightly. “I will be, you don’t have to be embarrassed for wanting me near,” I walk towards the stairs and leave her alone to get dressed.

It didn’t matter if he despised her or not, Victoria Moretti was a strikingly beautiful woman. It was a black dress that had embellished Swarovski crystals on it from head to toe—sleeveless, with a cup that hugged her bosoms perfectly. Then it had a slight, a thigh high one at that which was perfect for the occasion. It didn’t help his case as her hair was perfectly blowing out, her green eyes showing the perfect hue and the bright red lipstick that covered her mouth.

He also asked for a new meal to be obtained. Just then, Tory appeared. Now Tory appeared in a black Sabrina dress and a gold necklace. She also wore black lotus flower earrings. Although Elissa hated Fritz, she knew what he liked. She deliberately searched for Fritz's favorites so that she would only wear something that Fritz wanted. It turned out to be helpful now. With Elissa's help, Tory now looked magnificent. Gold and black are a very fitting combination. "Here, sir!" said Tory. "What is it?" asked Fritz.

so whatever. What followed was the weirdest mini fashion show of my life. First outfit…high-waisted black yoga leggings with an oversized white graphic tee that said “Good Vibes Only” in faded letters. Victoria clapped like a kid at a talent show. “Yes! It makes your legs look endless!” Next…a baby-blue cropped hoodie and matching biker shorts. She gave me two enthusiastic thumbs up. “Super cute! You look like you could actually run if you had to.” Then the denim shorts with a black tank top. She twirled her finger, making me spin, and actually giggled. “Okay, this one is fire. Total hot-girl summer energy…even if it’s freezing outside…not like that affects us though.”

“I’ll have the car ready at four. Just in case.” Saturday arrived with cold rain and gray skies. Victoria stood in front of her closet for the second time in a month, trying to choose armor. Not the silk dress that made her feel dangerous. Something quieter. Something that said I am not afraid of you, but I am also not trying to impress you. She settled on a cashmere sweater the color of heather and simple black trousers. Minimal jewelry. Hair down, no heavy makeup. She looked like herself—not Victoria Hamilton, corporate warrior, and not Victoria the grieving widow or Victoria the scandalous second wife. Just Victoria.

Just a goodbye. Then I spotted the other bag she left on the couch. Lucía Vergara’s skin, sealed and delivered. I unzipped the bag with a slow exhale and peeked inside. Jet black wig, curled to hell and back—flawless. The clothes? Leather. Black. Lethal. Rider-core and undeniably cunty. I clicked my tongue in approval. The boots? Knee-high with steel heels that could impale a man and still look good doing it.

“If you continue to stay silent like that, I might not let you leave. But I know we need to eat and get ready for the Luna Games.” At the mention of that does Tori instantly pull away. The warmth of his body against mine now gone as Tori scurries out of bed. Tori now in a panic as he attempts to get ready. Having brought over tight fitting clothes such as shorts and shirt that I almost miss how well they cling to him like that of a second skin. The shorts made from a breathable spandex that hugged him where needed so he could fight without being caught against something sharp. The shirt made of the same material as it hugged his toned chest and lean muscles for while Tori wasn’t overly muscl