Ursula As Vanessa Costume Novels & Stories

When they were at the bottom of the stairs, others were about to congratulate Grandpa Anderson when there was a commotion at the door. Hazel looked at the door with others, and the next moment she furrowed her eyebrows. It was none other than Vanessa, the last person she wanted to see. Vanessa wore a pale blue lace dress. Her dress was translucent, and her body could be seen through it. But she didn’t mind in the least. This kind of attention made her very happy as she proudly walked through the crowd to Grandpa Anderson. Hazel sighed helplessly. She couldn’t understand what Vanessa was thinking exactly.

’ ‘Who—’ He glanced up, and the glee vanished. Vanessa stepped through the entrance, wearing an all-white suit that made her look like a ghost. Her blonde hair was scraped back, her skin pale enough to make an undertaker proud, and—because subtlety was never her strong suit—there was a bloodstained bandage wrapped around her left wrist. Well. That answered the question of whether my social media post had worked. ‘Christ,’ Cary muttered beside me. His entire body stiffened. ‘What the hell is she doing here?’

“Tell me, Aurora, who’s your sugar daddy this time?” Aurora’s head throbbed, but she refused to take the bait. “It’s none of your concern, Vanessa. Say whatever you want—I don’t care.” She turned to leave, but Vanessa stepped in front of her, flipping her hair dramatically. "Wait. I want that gown." She pointed directly at the dress Aurora had chosen. The staff hesitated, clearly uncomfortable. "But… Miss Aurora has already selected this dress." Vanessa scoffed. “And? Do you know who I am?”

She scoffed, annoyed. "Most girls your age would love that." Riccardo replied. "Yeah. Whatever." She rolled her eyes slightly. "I have something for you." He searched his pockets and brought our the facial cream and soap then handed it over to her. "Wow. Thank you" she smiled. "You're welcome." MORNING: V&V Enterprises Vanessa was dressed in a exquisite cooperate outfit, a blue shirt that had a ribbon like belt by the neck and a white skirt. The sound of her heels resounding as she walked through the hallway of the new place she was going to be working in.

They would come under the guise of a formal investigation to pry in his affairs and that was the last thing he wanted. There was a persistent knock on the door and he frowned wondering who it was. He had barely settled in, who could that be? He asked himself as he opened the door. Vanessa Romano stood in front of the door wearing a dress that vaguely reminded him of a mosquito net. She was wearing nothing underneath and her face was caked in makeup and her hair was now a dyed light blonde. A close shade to Viola's hair color. That was intentional, he knew it was. Why she did it? He couldn’t possibly fathom why.

They both came out frequently with new clothes on their body, in which each of them were to make their choices. While Joe was confused about the choice to make, Vanessa was bent on the fact that she hadn't seen her dream gown. It was almost as good as an hour when Vanessa finally said yes to a gown. It was of the color red and had a touch of blue above its busy. Vanessa smiled immediately after citing this particular gown. From the look on her face, one could tell that the job was done at least. That was what Joe was thinking. “Now let's go get our shoes” Vanessa said to Joe. After their new clothes have been packaged.

The television was on in Marcus's study. He hadn't turned it on. He'd been sitting in the dark for hours, the photograph of Chloe clutched in his hand, when the sound of a familiar voice pulled him back to the present. He looked up at the screen, and his blood turned to ice. Vanessa was on every major network. She sat on a cream-colored sofa in a studio that had been designed to look warm and inviting. Her dress was soft pink, her hair perfectly styled, her makeup subtle but deliberate. She looked like the girl next door. The victim. The wronged woman standing by her man.