Tris Prior Costume Novels & Stories

He was dressed in a dark blue button up, and black trousers. The moment he heard the sound of the door, he looked up to meet my eyes. He had a smile on his face, but his gaze was carefully staring down at me. “Wow,” he said, tilting his head slightly. “I wasn't expecting this. You actually cleaned up nice.” I rolled my eyes, locking the door behind me before turning back to him. “What, did you expect me to show up in pajamas?” Trish actually picked out the dress for me. She said she was worried I might pick out something as dull as my mood.

she demanded. "No, I haven't had a chance to play for a while. I didn't think I deserved to anyway, not until things got fixed." Kanda all but whispered the words. Unfortunately for him, Trisha was not paying too much attention. Trisha turned her avatar around as she studied the blood-red dress and the leather straps that went with it, barely covering her avatar's chest. "I never would have even bought this," she mumbled. A mail icon lit up at the bottom of her screen and glowed. The little digit on it that said one steadily climbed until it reached the hundreds digit. "What is going on?" Trisha demanded.

"Don't be ashamed of them, wear them with pride, just like we all do" "How can they be proud of something like that?" "Because it shows that you don't break easily" Trish adds, coming to my side and twirling a tight curl around her finger and positioning it where she wants it to be. "It shows you're a fighter" "Your Highnesses, we really should be getting your dresses on" Anne insists, opening by bedroom door. Alice and Trish have already had their make-up and hair done, the three of us rotating what we were doing. Alice hesitates in giving me a hug, squeaking in excitement before flouncing into her own room. Trish kisses my forehead.

My legs are a staggering mess as I walk into the club, my eyes scanning the girls dancing and laughing without a care in the world. “I gave the list to Trixia, and he points to three girls, talking to them before introducing them to me. “The car will be here in an hour. I’ll get you girls outfits,” Trixia says without acknowledging anyone in particular. She disappears into the backroom and returns with clothes. Handing each one of us a dress, she pairs them with shoes. “These are too high,” I complained staring at the six inches heels she thrust into me. “Not too high for horny men to fuck you in. Go freshen up, we don’t want Mr. Jackson barking when he gets here and don’t y’all dress and re

A woman walks into our path, her green eyes shining brightly in the dim, and her dark hair cascading in waves down over her shoulders, she has the aura of a lioness ready to defend her home. She straightens, eyes softening when she sees us; both of us barefoot and half dressed must look pretty odd, but then I get a better look at her; her feet are also bare, with twine jewelry tied around both ankles, and she wears a long, flowy dress, leaving nothing to the imagination due to the various cutouts in the material. I feel a little intimidated by her ferocity. I might be a tribrid now, but she looks so dangerous, I think she could take me. Danika huffs her disagreement but doesn’t say anything,

Anwen’s voice stopped Trish. The man looked handsome in a three-piece suit: black trouser suit, white shirt, and black vest. He turned his head and was a bit surprised to find the barbarian girl who used to look like a boy suddenly dressed like a regular princess. The young girl, Anwen, wore a white voluminous dress that showed off her slender waist, her short grey hair styled in waves, her lips looked more defined with a rosy lip tint, and a pair of high heels completed her appearance. A very girly appearance.

I said to him. I got dressed, put on a white round neck armless vest with long black trousers. Gelled my hair and swoshed it backwards. To cap it all, I sprayed a nice, pleasing perfume on my body. "Are you happy now, Tristan?" I teased him again. With a smile on my face and not a frown, I walked down the stairs to go see her. She looked so beautifully different. Her hair wasn’t packed. She let it down, and it graced her shoulders beautifully. Her lips were nudely colored but still attractive. She wore a plain black short gown that fitted her body shape.

One of Tristan's men stood there, holding out a package. "Sir Tristan wants you to have this," he said, his voice cold. I took the package, confused. What was this? He spoke again. "He said you need to be ready by two.” " O-oh,” I managed to reply before he turned and left. I went back inside, tore open the package. Three boxes were stacked inside. I picked the first one. Inside was a long wine-colored gown with a high slit, thin sleeves, roses stitched on one arm, and gold stones glittered everywhere. "Woah," I gasped. It looked amazing.

CHAPTER 57 CALLUM’S POV I was nervous as hell as I wore the final piece of my suit, every nerve and blood running in my body vibing with serious detail to everything. I had picked a black gown for her which I hoped she would wear. I sent another black gown for Bella to wear which I hoped would size her because I don’t know her correct size and just picked a child’s clothing for her.

They spent the morning wandering through boutiques in SoHo. Trish played the role perfectly, attentive and interested, full of suggestions and compliments. She steered Prue toward expensive stores, watched her balk at the price tags, then insisted on treating her to things. “Consider it a wedding gift,” Trish said, holding up a designer maternity dress that cost more than Prue probably spent on clothes in a year. “You’ll need something nice for when Nate takes you to events.” “Events?” Prue looked uncomfortable.