Tris Prior Costume Novels & Stories

I pulled it out and went into the dressing room and I couldn't help but laugh when I saw that he had me putting on a jean skirt, a purple peasant blouse, and the boots once again. I made my way over to the hair and make-up station and they darkened my eyes a little and added more mascara before telling me I am wearing the hat again. When I finally made it over to the boys they were wearing black jeans, button-down shirts, western-cut jackets, boots, and hats. Of course, Ralph put Tristan in a purple shirt with Justin in blue. We went through the same pictures again and just like last time he sent me on my way to change into the third outfit. This one was a blue summer dress with sandals.

on the front—homemade M&M costumes that had turned out better than any of them expected. Jerica, in red, twirled in front of the mirror, adjusting her headband. “Okay, I’m officially in love with this look.” Trixie, in green, laughed. “You say that every time you wear a tutu.” Trixie had asked Jerica to swap because Trixie was embarrassed to admit but Trevor's green eyes always captivated her and it just felt right.

Yes, it really is big enough to get lost in. "Aha!" she yells triumphantly, appearing with a dress in her hands. It's gold, short and covered with sequins. I gawk at the dress and throw Trish an amused look. "How many prostitute costumes do you own?" Trish gasps, her eyes widening before she takes a second look at the dress. "Okay maybe you're right, only a little. This one is definitely a no." Trish grimaces before hanging the dress back up.

The Trio left my outfit for my Grand Ceremony here. The dress is very form-fitting and shows a lot of skin. It is intricately made from the jeweled bodice down to the oceanic wave hem. Hues of blue cascade down the dress ending in a dark purple-blue. I love it but I can not imagine how much it must have cost. The Trio have done so much already to try and right the wrongs of our pasts.

Tris looked at me giving me smile stating thank you! The doctor came and discharged Tris. After being greeted by some people mainly the councils, courts, maids, soldiers. Tris took a long showers while Gigi prepared or more like the maids did something for Tris to eat. Gigi insisted on doing the work but wasn't literally thrown out of the kitchen by Jolie not wanting their QUEEN to get her hands dirty. Changing into some comfy clothes Tris went down with basically her stomach howling ( yes howling not growling!)

So perhaps, Tricia wasn't the devoted housewife she portrayed, after all. At around two in the afternoon, Tricia strolled out of the house, dressed to kill, in a sexy, scandalously short, royal blue, fitted dress with silver hooker heels. Her long blonde mane was curled and styled to compliment her slutty attire perfectly. Cassie's jaw hit the floor. It was a complete and shocking transformation from the jeans and t-shirt, Tricia normally wore, and if Cassie recalled correctly, the dress that just barely covered Tricia's cooter was among the photos of provocative attire that Jason provided.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped in. The moment I entered, Trish's familiar voice called out my name. She stood at the edge of the crowd, her eyes lighting up as she saw me. She was wearing a white silk solid dress that draped over to her ankles and beautiful jewelry. She had a pretty pearl necklace around her neck and a golden bangle on her rest. Her makeup is exceptional and her nail polish was breathtaking. Aria stood by her side, a welcoming smile gracing her lips. "Alondra, you're here!" Trish exclaimed, her voice filled with joy. "We were just talking about you."

"This pink would look great on you." The fabric is fitted, sequins designed to have eyeson every aspect of my body, exposing my flesh to the hounds. I didn't like the idea, nor do I like the pink. Of course the wolf girl assumes I'm interested in whatever 'costume' I'll have to wear in the morning, like I actually care about this forced marriage. "Maybe yellow? I think the lemon yellow will suit you perfectly!" Triss gushes, holding yet another shred of fabric against my exposed bra.

“Yes. I’ve watched him. Around you. Around us. He’s protective of you. He looks at you like nothing else exists. You think a man like that would waste time playing games? No. That’s not Tristan.” I exhaled slowly. “You’ll see,” she added. “And I’ll be here through it.” “Me too!” Elodie chimed in, suddenly popping up with a giant poofy white dress. “Okay but look at this. It’s giving princess fairy tale.” We all laughed, and the tension dropped a little. And so it began. The dress trials. One by one, I tried them on. Some were too puffy. Some too tight. Some made me look like a cupcake. Others didn’t even zip up.

I blushed at her promise, looking down, “I don't think that would be necessary. I mean look at me, there's not much one can do and I don't expect any magic. Maybe only a few clothes and shoes will do. It's not as if I have anywhere to go with them.” Madame Trish looked at me as if I'd suddenly grown another pair of heads, “ What are you talking about dear girl” I fidgeted, worried I had somehow offended her, before I could apologize she continued, “You are stunning Princess. Simply too beautiful with your pale porcelain skin and glorious hair I doubt anyone would complain if you go out with a sack on your head.” I flushed, as walked around me, her gaze drinking in my features, “I fear any cl