Valentine's Heartbreak Outfits Novels & Stories

JADEN. Something was very off. Valerie was making everything way too easy for me, and I swear to God, every second of it made my skin crawl. First thing in the damn morning, before the sun even finished rising, she was already sitting in front of the mirror in full costume. Soft curls. Pearl earrings. A pale dress that screamed 'America’s Sweetheart.' Light makeup that was barely there, just enough to say 'I’m wholesome, I’m gentle, I’m the perfect wife who forgives everything.'

She didn't last one second in that position before she burst into her scattered but unique laughter. Of course she didn't look like a potato, she was as pretty as she always was. Dressed in Valentine's colours also, she wore white leather skirt on a woolly red sweater paired with her type of boots, ankle length. She looked fantastic but of course, I wouldn't expect less. She was a fashion influencer on I*******m with fifteen thousand followers and counting. I sometimes call her my celeb friend even when she never ceases to argue that she wasn't celebrity status yet.

She leaned her back, squeezing her eyes shut, sighing deeply. The reporter just began reporting, and the Crown Prince just walked down to the podium with a dark blue folder in his hand. “Baby.” I squeezed her hand, and she quickly sat straight. Valentine was wearing a well-tailored dark blue suit, red tie, and a white shirt. He cleaned up pretty well for a detainee. He shaved clean and had a nice new haircut.

“And don’t think of it as a bad thing. The boss is a good-looking man. Like, really good-looking. You could do worse.” I open my mouth to respond, but the sound of footsteps on the stairs cuts me off. We all turn to see Valentine descending, his presence immediately commanding the room. Well, speak of the devil. He’s dressed in all black—a fitted shirt, tailored pants, and boots that make almost no sound as he walks. His golden eyes sweep over us, and for a moment, I forget how to breathe. Mara and Finn are on their feet in an instant, their chairs scraping against the floor. “We’ll clean up,” Mara says quickly, grabbing her plate and heading for the kitchen.

I won’t ask for anything with Ron, or mother, that might be asking for too much, but I want to have a relationship with my siblings. I put on the white floral dress, Melissa gifted to me on my birthday last year, it was thin strapped and I heard it suited me pretty well. I was looking for my earrings when I heard a loud knock on the door, I froze, it came back again, and then it was followed by Nathan’s desperate call. “Valentina, please open the door.” I skipped towards the door wondering why he sounded like he was in distress. “Valentina…” I opened the door immediately, his eyebrows were furrowed together in fear or anxiety, I wasn’t sure, he was covered in sweat and he seemed to be trembl

Alexander said flatly. Victoria sat back, her expression innocent. "I'm always on my best behavior. Unlike some people who wear department store dresses to family dinners." Her eyes traveled over my outfit with obvious disdain. "Really, Olivia, someone should teach you about proper attire for these occasions. Low class fashion choices are so obvious, don't you think?" I opened my mouth to respond, but Valentina beat me to it. "That dress is Valentino," she said without looking up from her phone. "Spring collection. Retails for about eight thousand dollars."

She picked another dress and also tossed it aside. Rose finally settled for a pink shirt and blue jeans and she added her brown boots for a finished look. She wore some jewelry Daniel had gotten her for Valentine. She felt bad that he got her some and she hated the a that he was able convince and make her accept it. She totally forgot about Valentine and so she wasn't able to get him a gift for Valentine. She ended up getting him a nice vintage shirt later on but it wasn't as expensive as the complete set of jewelry he he'd gotten her.

I couldn't help but laugh along with him feeling happy. I wore black jeans and a maroon hoodie as per Valentine's suggestion. He wanted to keep this outing a secret otherwise we couldn't go out without heavy security. Tying my hair in a pony, I moved out of the closet only to find Valentine sprawled on the bed waiting for me. He was also dressed in casuals skipping his normal business attire. Blue jeans and grey hoodie suited him well and it made him look younger. Approving my outfit, he offered me sunglasses and held my hand.

"Didn't I tell you? Maya's heart has always been yours. There's no way she could like someone else. Who else could possibly match up to you?" Oscar chuckled inwardly. That much was true. Back in university, Maya had been pursued by more than her fair share of rich, eligible young men. Every heir with a trust fund had tried his luck. But she'd always kept her distance, never once giving him reason to feel jealous. Not even a flicker of doubt. But oddly enough, as he sat there now, Oscar's mind flashed with the image of Diana in a wedding dress earlier that morning—her delicate figure, the way the light caught the veil. He quickly shook the thought away and forced his focus back to Maya.

She had trusted me, given me her mended heart, and I had callously shattered it into a million irreparable pieces. The dream from the early morning lingered like a haunting specter, the image of Val taking her own life flashing vividly in my mind. The mere thought of her resorting to such a drastic step made me feel like I was on the verge of losing my own sanity. Val deserved more than the heartache I had inflicted upon her, but life dealt her a cruel hand by introducing her to men like me and Drew. Why did fate seem so unkind to her? Yet, the real question should have been: Why was I so cruel to her broken heart? Why did I continue down this path of hurting her, especially when the consequ