Ursula As Vanessa Costume Novels & Stories

"There are no guards in here to play witness to your tragic tragedy." Slowly, I rolled over and opened my eyes. Vanessa stood over me, looking absolutely radiant in a custom-tailored, emerald-green gown that marked her new status as the future Luna. Her bright red hair was pinned up in an intricate style, and a sparkling diamond collar clasped her neck. She looked like a queen. I looked like a corpse. "What do you want, Vanessa?" My voice came out as a raspy, quiet whisper, my vocal cords still raw from the screaming of the rejection ceremony.

Amara turned instantly. And almost sighed out loud. Vanessa. Of course. Tonight was truly cursed. Vanessa walked toward them elegantly in a dark dress that probably cost more than Amara’s rent. Amara hated that too. “You clean up nicely,” Vanessa told Adrian. “He always looks like this unfortunately,” Amara replied before thinking. Vanessa blinked once. Then laughed softly. Adrian looked suspiciously amused again. “You two are getting more convincing,” Vanessa observed carefully. Amara smiled sweetly.

She said while started walking to the other room, while Zenah was following her. They already reached the other room which has a background of green and it was on stage, while the cameras were surrounding the stage. Vanessa picked clotthathich she will be wearing for today, the dress that she pick is a maid-like outfit. The kind of maid outfit that she saw in anime. Vanessahandst to her and she accepts it. Zenah went to the dressing room which is located at the back of the stage, it has a lot of curtains and course a door to prevent someone from doing something inappropriate.

Many were just unsure of the union, but that didn’t stop them from getting free booze. The music was lively as were the guests. Ursa felt intrigued by everything; the food, the music, the dancing, the fashion. She was glad Solai and Erara chose a Vasil dress. Ursa would have felt ostracized in her Romanov fashion. It felt a bit odd casting off her old clothes for the night. The Vasils were much more open and liberal in their fashion. Some women wore trousers and dresses that reached their shins. These women left their faces uncovered and some even with their hair down. Their makeup was exquisite, much like Ursa’s own. Vivid shades with crystals around their eyes, flowers painted between thei

Although Vanessa didn't know the reason why Xavier gave her the gown, she still went ahead and wore it. Plus, Vanessa wore light pairs of green earrings, and to finish up, she took the green purse that was in her wardrobe. “I better go out”. Vanessa muttered after she was finished dressing. She came out of her room and soon descended the stairs, where she saw Xavier. He was waiting for her in the living room. And he was also in a black tuxedo. Xavier was patiently waiting for Vanessa when his pair of brown eyes met with her blue eyes. He felt his heart beating fast as he scanned Vanessa's stunning look. When he bought this dress for her, he didn't imagine that it'd fit her so perfectly!.

She transformed herself into the woman Damian had always wanted, powerful, seductive, unforgettable. When she was finished, she leaned closer to the mirror and whispered to her reflection: “Evelyn Carter doesn’t know who she’s up against.” Vanessa’s smile hardened. “Time to remind Damian that I’m the only woman who belongs in his bed.” She slipped into a purple dress that clung to her curves like a second skin, heels clicking against the floor as she walked. Grabbing the folder one last time, she tucked it into her designer bag. By the time she reached the door, her fear was gone.

The Steele mansion had always been a house of masks, but that night the game felt deliberate. Vanessa moved through the great hall with effortless grace, the sweep of her crimson gown catching the light of the chandeliers like fire stitched into silk. Her laughter rang out bright, melodic, deceptively warm as servants carried trays of champagne and wine into the parlor. The scene could have belonged to a magazine spread: a midnight gathering, elegant and intimate, where power and beauty converged beneath painted ceilings.

“Maybe. But you should still go.” Vanessa sighed dramatically. “Fine. But if one photo leaks, I’ll set his phone on fire.” Kelvin chuckled. “Deal.” Elena clasped her hands excitedly. “Perfect! I’ll even help you pick a dress.” Vanessa groaned. “You’re enjoying this way too much.” “Of course I am.”

“Fine? This would not even work for a funeral, let alone the party of the year.” Lydia crossed her arms. “It is not that bad.” Vanessa turned, holding the dress up as if showing it to an imaginary audience for judgment. “Not bad?” she repeated. “Lydia, if you walk in wearing this, I can promise you two things. One, nobody will notice you. And two, I will deny knowing you.” Lydia rolled her eyes, but her cheeks flushed. “You are exaggerating.“

"And for God's sake, fix your hair. You look like you climbed out of a gutter." Viola flinched and tucked a strand of dark hair behind her ear. "Sorry, Mother." Vanessa brushed past her, smelling of expensive perfume, effortless in a tight midnight-blue dress. Then she stopped. Turned. Something red dangled from her fingers. A cheap, neon-red mini dress. "Mother," Vanessa said smoothly. "Look what I found in Viola's wardrobe." Viola's chest seized. She stared at the red fabric, and for a second she couldn't pull air in. She had never seen that dress in her life.