Veronica Costume Heathers Novels & Stories

she jokes but follows me. *** We left the work early to get dressed for the party. I put on a black tuxedo with a white bottom up shirt, made sure to pack the gift and waited downstairs for V to arrive, checking my phone to see if everything is set up and ready for us. When Veronica appears on the stairs I almost dropped my phone. She is wearing a midnight blue , sparkling dress that complements her every curve , a leather jacket and black boots, her hair is curled and glitters, making her apear like an angel floating down the stairs.

Veronica, Evan’s elder sister and owner of the best clothing store in the Royal Pack, smiled as she greeted me. “Hello, Veronica. It's good to see you,” I smiled back at her because we grew up together. Veronica countered, “I should be saying that to you. It's been ages since you came here.” Rather than let the conversation go on and lead to Laura's death, I smiled and also ignored the questioning look Veronica sent my way when she noticed that some of the clothes weren't for kids. I didn't realize that Veronica had assumed the clothes were meant for Allison until she said, “I hope Princess Allison loves these outfits, and I get to design her coronation dress.”

Whoever sent these dresses must have forgotten to compliment her with something nice to wear. Veronica's short stature was complimented by a Victorian styled long skirt and black blouse. She had on a matching vest and tailored coat that would match Casimir's style. There was something manly behind her look and I admired it, truly. I loved Vee's short strawberry blonde hair. There was just something about it that made her stand out from all the rest. Nathalie would look good beside her. Her mask was a dark racoon-like mask that would drown out her blue eyes. She had a singular feathered hat up on her head to drown attention away from her colored hair. It was a shame really.

With her gaze still on him, she said, “No, I don’t. I confirmed it today. Actually, I fell for another man.” But the words never left her lips. “We have to leave now if we are to make it in time for your parents’ house.” She said facing the road again. Lawrence nodded even though she knew Veronica wasn’t looking at him again, even though he couldn’t hear what he wished to hear. He inhaled slowly before he ignited the car and hit the road. When they got back home, they prepared for the party. Veronica wore a floor-length red dress. So perfectly, the dress clung to her skin.

"Did you hear what I said? You are not me, Veronica. Unfortunately, Jaxon promised me that I was the only one that he would love in the end. It was so good to hear those promises." Helene scoffed, which made Veronica look at her. Helene was wearing sexy lingerie. Helene's body was more evident because of the fitter, more sexy black lingerie she wore in front of Veronica. There was a smile on her lips because she made sure that before she left the dungeon, Veronica needed to see what she looked like.

Without repeating his words, he simply gathered the nearest garment and dressed. “What’s the problem, Calix? Don’t act like this is the first time this has happened. Have you forgotten what happened between us when Venice was still alive?” Veronica said, dropping her bathrobe to the floor, revealing her naked and alluring figure. “Look at me! Take a good look at my body. Many men fantasize about me, but this is all for you.” Calix does not listen to what Veronica says and continues to dress up.

I remain still, sobbing. “I’m sorry,” he continues to mumble. My palms kiss the grave and I attempt to stand up when I see Veronica’s portrait. She was beautiful and slim, having been a model. The fine pink dress suits her pale skin and dark-blonde hair… Shaky, my hand reaches to pull my hair. My fingers start to tremble. My hair is dyed in her shade like I'm her spitting image. Oh, my god! Still trembling, I manage to get on my feet. My whole body jerks in shock, even my lips are quivering. “You know I love peach yet you always get me pink dresses.”

I hate it. Veronica arrives, dressed in a white fitted shirt, and a mini black skirt that reveals her long legs. She walks toward me, her palm running through my face, “Hi, Alpha Arthur, you didn’t bother to reach out to me after the event,” her lips twist to the side, displaying a smile on her face.

"You're enjoying this way too much." He leans against the doorway, arms crossed. "I'm just saying, you went in looking like a tragic heroine, and now you look like someone who sells cigarettes behind a gas station." I roll my eyes and run a hand through my newly chopped hair, still adjusting to the foreign feeling of the strands barely reaching my chin, the sharp edges of my bangs brushing my eyebrows. It feels... wrong. Like my face is exposed in ways it shouldn't be. "It's edgy," Veronica offers, sifting through her racks of dresses with an expert's hand. "Like a French film noir heroine. Or a depressed rockstar's ex-girlfriend."

She never liked to remember that part of her past. Edward had been expecting a whipping rejoinder from her, but he was surprised at her outburst. However, before he could respond, a shrill, unmistakable voice cut through the room like shattered glass. “Darling!” There was Veronica in an outfit that did not fit the event. She was in pointy stilettos and a scandalous velvet dress that screamed desperation. She stormed in like a woman with a vendetta, and she did come with one, eyes locked on Sarah.