Totally Spies Clover Outfit Novels & Stories

"YOu look so beautiful, Claire,' Tanya said. "Very beautiful," Gwen replied while her eyes roamed my body. I was wearing a see threw short white dress and had nothing underneath. Tanya told me it was the dress all the Crescent Lunas wore to their Marking Ceremony. She went to her closet, took out a gold robe, and put it on me. I was grateful because it would cover my body from everyone's roaming eyes.

" The saleswoman made her imagine herself parading for Tulio and convinced her to choose the nurse costume. Upon arriving home, Cloe shaved, put on makeup, and wore the beautiful costume, which was actually quite provocative for a nurse, with only the nursing symbol on the white lab coat and stethoscope resembling it. The white button-up lab coat, white lingerie set, pantyhose, and white shoes made her a beautiful woman of health. When she heard her beloved arrive, she waited for him in the living room balcony, dressed like that and with a naughty smile on her face.

She had zero empathy and goddess, I really chose a bitch over my innocent and sweet mate! "Have a second?" A cool voice called while I started at the ground. "Your friend didn't look too happy." I raised my head to see Clover. The lady was stunning. She was dressed in black combat boots, a tight leather skirt with a crop top. She had slender athletic legs, a pretty face, a moderate-sized chest and a great rack. She'd have been my type a few months back but not now. It was unfortunate she just moved here because she really wanted me, I could tell.

Bridget enters first, guiding Clover behind her. And my mouth drops. Clover is wearing a fitted cream dress with a sweetheart neckline and her breasts sitting perfectly, fully demanding attention. An oversized tan blazer covers just enough. She’s wearing tan and cream low quarter gym shoes. My chest tightens. Her hair is down, soft curls framing her face. Makeup flawless. Absolutely gorgeous. Bridget guides her to the chair. Clover hands her a notepad, then Bridget sits beside her. I can barely breathe. “Okay, sir,” Bridget says. “We’re ready whenever you are.”

With Holly’s background in proper and social clothing, they were able to pull off the suitable garbs for this one. Clara wore a forest green garb while Holly bested a charcoal grey one. They dressed in a long-sleeved shift under a tight-fitting square-necked bodice and two skirt layers—a matching silk veil wrapped around their face down to their chest to conceal their identity. Alexander and Maxwell clothed themselves with a hooded tunic under laced-up sleeveless jerkins and cream-colored breeches cross-gartered from ankle to knee. “Holly, why are we dressed like this?” Clara whispered through the thin fabric covering half of her face.

The black fabric blended seamlessly with his dark fur, rendering him nearly invisible in the shadows. Tara was nearby, similarly clad in a sleek black outfit. Her movements were quick and precise as she strapped on her gear. She pulled the hood over her head, tucking in her hair to ensure nothing would catch or snag. Like Claud, her outfit covered her completely, with only her sharp, keen eyes visible. She tested the fit of her gloves, flexing her fingers and making minor adjustments to her mask.

" I don't like sharing on my birthday." "You do. You're just behaving like a two year old ." "Are you atleast going to give me an idea?" ""Baby." "That's it ?" " Yes Blue." Cleo got off me and dissapeared to go get ready and she had a look about her that set off alarm bells in a good way.By the time we were done it was was well after eleven in the morning and she was dressed in a dark blue knee high dress black leather jacket and ankel boots with black leggings. I was dressed in a black jacket, blue shirt and black slacks with shoes to match . I felt something rectangular in my pocket and I found it . Just as I was about to open it Cleo looked me and shook her head.

By the time I reached the mansion, I parked in the garage and decided to relax a bit in the courtyard before facing Natasha because from any moment she sees me, I knew peace would become a foreign concept. Stepping into the gazebo, my brows drew together in disbelief as I spotted Clover sitting there reading quietly, fully relaxed. What? Wasn't it just thirty minutes ago that I saw her outside a restaurant? And then there she was now wearing a completely different outfit. Instead of the black gown from before, she had on a long, floor-length pink dress with bell sleeves. "How are you here?" I asked, unable to hide my confusion. "What do you mean?" She looked up at me with furrowed brows.

“You’re ruining me for anyone else.” And maybe I already was ruined too. I slipped into a black jumpsuit, zipped halfway up, revealing just a hint of lace beneath. My boots matched Darlington’s—military issue, thick-soled and ankle high. Over it, I threw on a cropped utility jacket. Hair in a slick ponytail. To top it all an eyeliner and Ms Paris body mist and perfume. I picked out Darlington’s outfit: black armor tee-top, baggy cargo pants, and a sleek vest, combat boots, and his signature Patek Phillipe wristwatch. He smirked at how I matched him like we were some kind of elite spy couple.

" Clary beamed and quickly walked to one that was hung up on the wall in display. "This one!" "You were ready, weren't you?" Lucus commented dryly. The shopkeeper took down the hanbok set, which consisted of a white shirt with a dark blue vest and silver pants. The vest had a black and silver flowered pattern on the bottom half that matched the ribbon on Emma's vest. When Lucus emerged, Clary ran up to him and hugged him tightly. "Do you like it?" "I do. What do you think?" "I think you look beautiful."