Trina Vega Outfits Novels & Stories

A long beautiful black body hug dress caught my eye, it had a deep neckline and a slit that ended mid thigh. "You should definitely get that, it screams you!" Vita exclaimed. "I know right?" I reply, putting the dress in our shopping stroller. I picked up more dresses, baggy sweaters, boyfriend jeans and some tank tops. We reached the Victoria secret aisle and picked up some sexy lingerie, Particularly a red bra and matching panties. I also bought it in other different colors. After many hours of shopping, we were ready to call it a day. The driver whose name is Trevor, grabbed our stuff and put them into the car trunk, he opened the door for us and we entered, he drove off immediately.

Sheila sighed and sat on the sofa to wait. “Almost done!” Vangie replied from her room upstairs. She stood in front of her mirror, putting on red lipstick and brushing her hair. She wore fitted jeans and a sleeveless floral blouse with buttons down the front, pairing it with white sandals. She let her hair down and, once satisfied with her look, headed downstairs. “Finally, you’re ready!” Sheila exclaimed, putting down her phone and standing up. Vangie’s eyes widened when she saw Sheila’s outfit. She wore a tight red dress that hugged her figure, sleeveless and ending above her knees. It showed off her smooth shoulders and full chest. She matched it with white sneakers, making her look young

Calytrix simply scoffed, "Why are you angry? Those clothes are mine, aren't they? I'm free to do whatever I want with them. I realised, I can't possibly flaunt them all with my body. You know my time is ticking. So I thought, Why not let several more people glow thanks to these outfits you kindly bought for me? Also, in this world, there are females who look absolutely stunning when they are enraged. But you, however, aren't blessed with that. Look, your face has scared that poor kid!" Laylina's body shook even more, teeth clenched. She wanted to let out a torrent of abuses on the smug lass. But then... she wouldn't want to somehow end up on the headlines, looking like a monster. 'I'll just

If Victoria bit, they’d have their way in. Within hours, Trina was transformed. Gone were her usual ripped jeans and leather jackets. Instead, she wore a sleek, tailored dress that hugged her figure in all the right places, paired with elegant heels that clicked against the pavement as she walked. Her hair, normally wild and untamed, was now pinned into a sophisticated updo. She looked the part. Now, she just had to sell it. But the risks were undeniable. Lena sat across from Trina in the dimly lit café, her fingers gripping the edge of her coffee cup. “Are you sure you can do this?”

Confused, she made her way to the pool. When Trina entered, Darren turned to her. He couldn't take his eyes off the girl because even though it was late, her beauty remained. Trina wore a white dress that matched her long and wavy hair. She was like a living fairy. He was only able to take his eyes off her when Trina cleared her throat. "Have a seat," he offered. Trina sat down and looked at the food prepared in front of them. What was the trick? "Did you call me? Do you need anything?”

It caught the afternoon light as I tilted my head, shimmering with an ethereal glow. I decided to keep the outfit simple and comfortable for my petite frame, a "casual-chic" mask for the predator underneath: A snug white crop top that showed just a sliver of skin. High-waisted, light-wash denim shorts that hit mid-thigh. A soft cream cardigan draped loosely over my shoulders, slipping off one side in that effortless way I liked. Classic white sneakers for the inevitable walking, a small black crossbody bag, and my favorite oversized tortoiseshell sunglasses perched atop my head. "Wow... you look breathtaking," Tristan breathed when I rejoined him. His mouth actually hung open for a second, h

Instead, I focused on the tiny life growing inside me, on Scarlett’s tiny kicks and flutters that reminded me there was still so much to live for. The evening sun streamed through the windows of the clubhouse kitchen, casting a warm glow over the scattered bridal magazines and fabric swatches that covered the table. Trina sat across from me, her eyes wide with excitement as she flipped through yet another catalog, pointing out dresses and decorations with an enthusiasm that was both endearing and exhausting. “This one,” she said, tapping a picture of a flowing, lace gown with enough detail to make my head spin. “It’s perfect, babe. Soft, romantic, but not too over-the-top. What do you think?

Rhea inquired with furrowed brows. As if it was a call to order, Trinity and I began preparing. I slipped on my strapless sequined black mini dress that stopped at mid-thigh. The back was cut open to my waist and covered in beaded ropes that went from one end to the other to serve as a covering for my open back. I paired it with black wedges. Rhea helped with my make up and added some curls to my hair with a curling iron. Trinity was dressed in a red mini skirt with a flare that barely got past her ass. She paired it with a black strapless top and black heels. She left her straight black hair to fall past her shoulders, stopping at the middle of her back. Rhea equally helped with her makeup.

"Yes but I need to leave, did you remember the land that I want to buy in Bagio, I want to buy it now." She put down the eyeliner on the table in front of us while looking at me arrogantly in the mirror. I chuckled and rolled my eyes at her and just focused on what I was doing. Inside of me I was so proud to have Trina as my friend, she is one of my inspirations. She is the person that doesn't need anyone to survive, she is the standard of independent woman for me. "You, are you really going to take Viela with you?" She suddenly asked and stood up to help me with my hair. "I still have a lot of time but you, you only have 25 minutes so let me help you."

When the time comes, the music changes to something a bit more melodic, and Trina comes through the doors with her father. She looks like a vision. Her dress is silver but it’s so shiny, it looks almost white. She looks ethereal. Everyone around me is smiling and I feel like this has been one of the longest weeks ever. I’m glad we are finally here. As she joins me on stage, we are both smiling.