Tris Prior Costume Novels & Stories

" I'll tell you along the way and yes you do have to dress in my attire. You have half an hour, I'll be downstairs waiting." I nodded and went straight upstairs to dress, while Tristan waited downstairs. I had no idea what to wear because I was more curious about where we were going. I eventually pulled out a red, off the shoulder, pleated, short dress. I let my curls flow and added a diamond chain and necklace. I also pulled out my red heals that Crissy lent me two years ago, she told me to keep them. I felt like this was the time to wear them again. I give myself one last look in the mirror then headed downstairs. Tristan stared at me in awe for a minute but all he said was, "Are you ready

trisha said and Turvi looked horrified "There is no way to escape this Turvi. You have chosen it yourself. You have submitted to him. And if submitting to him gives you relief then do it." she told herself and nodded Trisha felt bad but there was no escape. She has to do it. She makes her ready by draping a black transparent saree with black sleeveless blouse on her lean body. She didn't do any make up or made her wear any jewellery as per Aaryav's order. He wants her to be as natural as possible.

As soon as he opened the door, he found Meggy already standing in front of him carrying the costume that Tristan would wear tonight. "Sorry if I took so long. It turns out that the road to this hotel is a bit congested," Meggy explained. "Jesus, Meggy, there's no need to apologize. I should be the one feeling bad for bothering you with the costume for me to wear tonight." Meggy then threw a faint smile at Tristan. "It's okay, Tristan. I don't feel bothered at all. If so, you can wear your clothes right now," he said while holding out a hanger containing a suit and tie and other equipment.

She didn't hear what Trijal was saying across the closed door. After like hours, Trisha walked out from the bathroom only in a bathrobe as she has nothing to wear except this because her old clothes are really messed in with tomato ketchup. She found Trijal seating on the bed and freezing on his statue while gawking at her legs which are showing while Trisha gasped looking at Trijal presence inside the room. Invisible fireballs flight out the firing Trisha's eyes and to gain Trijal's attention on her Trisha cleared her throat but he was so lost in gazing at her legs that he didn't look at her.

I began again, only to be interrupted by Trisha's stern glare. "No buts, Mina," she curtly said, her facade of honeyed sweetness rapidly slipping away. "You mustn't keep my son waiting. You never keep the Alpha waiting." Her voice echoed through the vast suite with a sharp edge of finality. The maid, shaking slightly under Trisha's oppressive gaze, finally settled on a gown that was a deep emerald green and appeared less extravagant than the others. She held it up in front of me, her hands trembling slightly. Even though it was less ornate, the gown had an austere elegance to it; the silk fabric and intricate embroidery still exuded an air of refined luxury.

“Are you sure it’s not indecent to look at what I’m wearing?” Trisha shook her head as she watched her friend. To be honest, she didn’t immediately recognize her earlier. It was only now that she saw her in a gown. It got even better, and Jade wasn’t aware of it. The shape of her body is also perfectly curved, and the old rose color suits her. “Come on, you know Tristan’s parents are coming too. I don’t want to be called liberated,” Jade explained to her friend, pouting. Trisha held her friend’s palm and understood her feelings. She mentioned her video call with Tristan last night since they were at home all night and no bridal shower took place. Her groom-to-be was so serious that he even d

They came for spectacle. Travis and I were told not to speak before the ceremony. A “tradition,” Rush claimed. More like control. I was ushered into a dressing room. Cold mirrors. Silent maids. They dressed me in silver-gray. The dress looked like moonlight stitched onto shadow. The veil? Thin as mist, with tiny diamonds embroidered like falling stars. One of the stylists whispered as she fastened the back, “You’re very brave.” I looked at her. Her eyes darted to the corner.

Eyes low, voice soft, steps light. Finally, the tall one gave a sharp nod. “Proceed.” Cecil let out a small breath. We were in. Just before we passed through the final iron door, a handmaiden approached with a tray. She held two pieces of sheer silk fabric. “The faces must be covered. Red for the night helpers, green for the linen assistants.” I nodded quietly, taking the red one. It matched the ribbon on my waist. Cecil helped me drape the cloth across my face, it was transparent enough to see through, but it gave an air of anonymity, elegance, and distance. I helped her with hers in turn, adjusting the green silk over her gentle features.

The servant got on her knees. The clerk told Eve that he'd have to clean off the naked girl's feet before she could try on any shoes. Eve did not want him touching her servant, so she responded by taking off the cuffs and having Trish wipe off her own feet. Trish did as she was told, cleaning her feet as best she could. Eve ended up buying a pair of beach sandals and a pair of cheap athletic shoes. That would be Trish Bousquet's wardrobe for the rest of her life. Eve ordered Trish to put on the shoes and carry the sandals. Suddenly she decided to give the girl a break and not keep her cuffed for the rest of the day.

Trish was standing in front of the door dressed in a gorgeous long white dress with a heart neckline that dipped down a bit exposing a generous amount of her cleavage. Her hair was pulled back with designer pins into a tight bun and her makeup was flawless. She gathered the folds of her dress exposing her white shoes and smiled when she saw him. She then began marching towards him slowly with Dario holding her. He was equally dressed in a gold tuxedo. Dante's beating heart picked up its pace as he stared at the beautiful goddess standing at the doorway. She was dressed in an amazing flowing white dress. The dress was extremely long and well-fitted.