Ursula As Vanessa Costume Novels & Stories

William groaned in annoyance as he watched her make her exit. Vanessa marched into a rustic modern restaurant with dim yellow bulbs dangling across the room the air was filled with chattering noises and dinging sound of the cash register bell in a color block Jacquard lantern 2-in-1 dress with a 1950s vintage bowtie knotted at the neck, with red bottom stilettos, with her favourite bag and topped it with a fancy black baret.

Their hands clung to one another. My chest tightened at the sight. Vanessa wore my colour, silver. The gown clung elegantly to her body while diamonds glittered around her throat. She looked every bit the powerful Luna she always wanted to become. But I smirked when I noticed the tension beneath her smile immediately. The anonymous accusations were still spreading through the pack. And tonight, important royal officials were present, and Vanessa needed perfection, but I plan on ruining that. Kael looked devastatingly handsome beside her. Black formal attire wrapped around his broad frame while silver markings flickered faintly beneath his collarbone.

"She's going to be okay, sir. She's a fighter. Everyone says so." "Everyone said Clara would be okay too." The words hung in the air, heavy and terrible. Mike had no answer for them. Vanessa was in the middle of the Chanel boutique when her phone rang. She had been examining a gown—deep burgundy, off the shoulder, perfect for the launch event—while Sophia and Bianca debated the merits of different accessories. The shopping trip had been a success so far. Vanessa had almost convinced herself that she was fine. That the DNA results and the recording and the photographs did not exist. That she was still the same Vanessa she had always been.

Her heart slammed against her ribs and her palms slickened with sweat. Ursula pulled out a violet colored gown with dark Parma slippers for Horatia to wear. "Your new Christmas gown was ruined after all, I'm afraid. No woman could be in a good mood after that sort of tragedy." Ursula's tone was half teasing. The other half was sarcastic. "Yes, it is a pity about the gown."

Sarah immediately agreed, flipping her blonde curls over her shoulder in faux disinterest. “You are so much better than her V,” Martha jumped in, her long wavy strawberry-tinted hair falling over her shoulders. Vanessa rolled her eyes at the obviously rushed answers. They sat side by side in the booth she had procured them, each dressed in a sexy, form-fitting dress of pink and lilac respectively. “I know that,” Vanessa snapped. They both jumped in their seats at the irritation on her face. Fear entered the youngest eyes before she cringed away from the much older werewolf.

“No wolf could do this.” “This is sorcery.” Vanessa’s pulse hammered. This wasn’t about a royal rivalry. Someone wanted to provoke war and she was the weapon. A cold voice drifted across the courtyard. “Quite the spectacle, Hybrid.” Everyone turned. A woman stepped from the shadows, elegant, lethal, beautiful. Silver hair, crimson lips, eyes like a predator. Kael stiffened. “Lysandra,” he hissed. Vanessa’s heart lurched. “Who is she?” Draven didn’t answer. His entire body tensed, not with hatred, but something worse.

They stepped in and Vanessa realized that's where the sweet scent had been coming from. "Hurry up and bath. There's something I need to show you". Vanessa was puzzled but she had her bath nonetheless and wore the dress Urano had already laid out for her in the bathroom. It was a white dress with beautiful floral designs. She stepped out and saw him by the window. "Ready?" He turned and smiled. He nodded and opened the window. He jumped out and Vanessa screamed. Did he really expect her to jump out as well? Her thought were interrupted by the flap of great wings. His dragon.

That had been yesterday’s uniform, the one for 3 AM "merger meetings." Tonight, Vanessa was the picture of professional discretion. She wore a severe, impeccably tailored dress of the deepest navy blue. Her dark hair was pulled back in a chignon so tight it looked painful. She stood near the ballroom entrance, a tablet in her hand, the very model of a ruthlessly efficient executive assistant, ensuring her boss's party ran smoothly. She looked nothing like a mistress. She looked like a queen in waiting. As if sensing the weight of Aurora's stare, Vanessa looked up. Her eyes—cool, intelligent, and utterly devoid of warmth—met Aurora's across the crowded room.

They would step into the public eye, side by side, and dismantle the whispers, the doubts, the carefully curated lies Helena had planted. By noon, they were ready. Vanessa wore a tailored, cream blouse with a high collar, paired with a sleek black pencil skirt. Hair pulled back, minimal makeup highlighting her striking features. Alexander, in a charcoal suit, unbuttoned at the collar, exuded the quiet dominance she had grown to crave and trust.