Veronica Lodge Clothes Novels & Stories

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.

she said “its so nice that you could stay for dinner. Perhaps you’ll be a regular guest from now on. My daughters speak very highly of you” Veronica had changed out of that light summer dress she had been wearing earlier. The gymkhana was held in a large field off an old country estate house. The weather was hot and slightly humid, so she had worn a light, coloured dress and a broad brimmed hat. She was the epitome of elegance.

Only a single candle flickering inside a crystal hurricane lamp, two glasses of vintage Pinot Noir, and the quiet, low hum of the rain pressing against the arched leaded-glass windows. Across from me sat Veronica. She was wearing a dark midnight-blue silk dress that draped elegantly over her shoulders, completely concealing the faint shadow of her healing injury. Her silver-rimmed spectacles sat delicately on the bridge of her nose, reflecting the soft candlelight as she scanned an encrypted dossier resting beside her wine glass. Her dark hair was swept up into a sleek chignon, exposing the long, slender line of her neck. She looked entirely lethal. She looked devastatingly beautiful.

She was wearing a necklace made out of different gemstones, and a rose pendant made out of white diamonds. Lilith then entered the room wearing a simple yet elegant black shear dress. She was stunned and frozen in place when Veronica turned her gaze to her. Veronica was so alluring. Her amethyst eyes matched perfectly with the necklace she was wearing. A smile then curved on Lilith’s face. “Your highness’ is the most beautiful lady and queen of all realms today.” Lilith complimented Veronica and walked beside her. “It is time.” Lilith offered her hand.

" She looks at me again before walking out of the room with one of her nighttime companions, not giving me a chance to protest anything she had planned. It had been about thirty minutes or so before they finally camne back, and with the entirety of the first floor. The once empty racks of the dressing room were now filled with cocktail dresses, blouses with lots of complicated straps and strings, corsets, and a whole month's worth of various lingerie. I swallowed at the amount of money that filled this room alone. All I could do was stand in my bra and panties, and wait for one of them to give me instructions.

The interview room on the forty-second floor of Lawson Luxe Tower smelled of expensive leather, fresh orchids, and power. Veronica smoothed the charcoal pencil skirt she’d bought specifically for today—the first new piece of clothing she’d purchased in three years. The cream silk blouse beneath it felt foreign against her skin, too crisp, too deliberate. She’d pulled her hair into a sleek chignon, applied the barest hint of makeup. She wanted to look professional. She wanted to look like someone who belonged here. She did not want to look like the woman who had once loved the same boy Sandra had dated for three months in their second year, the boy who’d later become Veronica’s husband. The b

But just let him try to make something of it, Veronica decided fiercely as, having had her shower, she changed into a long silky black jersey dress, brushing her hair and quickly re-doing her make-up before checking the time. Almost eight-thirty. Taking a deep breath, she checked her appearance in the mirror and then, holding her head high, headed for the bedroom door. Her jersey dress, plain black and unadorned, might not reveal the fact that it had cost her the best part of a month’s wages and carried the label of one of New York’s top designers, but it was showing her every delicious curve… No space for imagination. The way Sasha looked when Veronica saw him waiting for her at the bottom

Veronica stood with her back to me, facing the fireplace, her blonde hair a mess on her shoulders. "Just leave it on the coffee table," she said without turning. As I moved to set down the tray, something caught my eye. A maid's uniform, crumpled on the floor. Dark red stains were spattered across the black and white fabric, dry and crusted a disturbing brown at the edges. Weirder still, Veronica was gripping a long fire poker. Clamped in its tongs was a black… lump. In the firelight, it seemed to squirm, covered in a web of thin, vein-like threads. It was the source of that god-awful smell.

Whatever her leisure activities are, she must rush to the fiancée. "I'll see him later," Veronica knew Judith was now confused. "Yeah, I have to go to my room first. I'm going to change into better clothes," Veronica added after seeing her almost translucent white nightgown. "Oh, okay. I'll pass it on to Bastien," Judith said, looking down in salute. "Does Miss need help changing clothes?" Judith stopped her steps and turned around. Veronica smiled faintly. She shook her head. "I can do it myself. You can go, Judith!"

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.”