Victorian Tailcoat Novels & Stories

He was standing near the grand entrance, casually chatting with Tex, who was still looking miserable in his suit. Right before Victoria could hit the final curve of the grand staircase, Kany ran up behind her, whispering urgently, "Wait up, Victoria! Hold on." Victoria raised a single blonde brow, her pace slowing. "Hmm?" Kany leaned in close, her eyes wide as she pointed down toward the lobby. "Did you tell Alexander what to wear? Because he is putting on the exact same color scheme as you." Victoria looked down over the railing. Alexander was wearing a midnight-black tuxedo, but his pocket square and his silk bowtie were a rich, deep crimson matching her gown down to the exact shade of red

We have been preparing for the ball for a whole month, so the performance is rehearsed. The sun was setting outside the window. Luxurious carriages began to arrive at the front doors. The reluctance to go down intensified, but I had to suppress it, put on a smile and prepare for the exit. Finally, I took a look in the mirror. Hair neatly styled. An elegant suit consisting of a tailcoat and a waistcoat fits perfectly. In our time, a slender and fit figure is considered a matter of pride, and since I am its owner, my father's tailor decided to emphasize my dignity. He tried his best.

THEODORE LOOKED HIMSELF AT THE MIRROR after he fixed his black tailcoat and collar. His hair was semi-slicked with his fringe shaped like a comma. He already wore suits on his past missions but this is the first time he’s going to wear a tailcoat as a butler, not as someone who pretends to attend a party under someone’s name who didn’t really exist. He looked so goddamn formal with his getup.

I am Hektor Ward, and today was the day of reckoning. As I stood before the looking glass, I gazed at my reflection with a sense of satisfaction. My waistcoat was pristine white, a symbol of purity and innocence, while my black tailcoat and trousers were releasing power and authority. The broad cut of my shoulders made me stand tall and proud, and my lengthy blonde tresses flowed down my back in loose waves, adding a touch of elegance and grace to my appearance.

Brown had quietly refuted and had set out a complete gentleman's outfit, a type fit for a visit to the king and although Edward valued his comfort above all else, he had learned to choose his battles wisely. It was because of that reason he found himself outfitted in a tailored coat made out of finest wool and in a deep green colour which also featured a tail at the back. The coat was cut high at the waist to emphasize the broad shoulders and narrow waistline that Mr. Brown swore was the height of fashion.waistcoat, trousers, shoes. He paired that with a waistcoat made of silk and which featured a deep V-neck and was buttoned all the way to the neck. The trouser was made of excellent wool ma

Not in the elaborate way I had worn mine at the coronation — Mira did not have patience for elaboration — but cleanly, with a single silver pin, and her bond mark was visible at the inside of her wrist where it would, in a few minutes, be fully formed. Kade was in Kael's formal coat. Kael had offered it the week before, without ceremony, and Kade had tried to refuse, and Kael had said, in the specific dry tone he reserved for Kade when Kade was being stubborn, that he had no intention of wearing the coat himself for the foreseeable future and that the coat was Ashvale tailoring originally and that it would fit Kade better than it had ever fit him. Kade had stopped refusing. The coat fit him

The luxury cars took turns braking, dropping off passengers in front of the steps—the entrance to the main door was wide open. Guests wear uniform rules. Men wear a basic tuxedo suit that features a variety of lapel styles, from simple pleats to round banker collars or stand collars. Meanwhile, the women were happy to flap the layers of the dresses they were proud of. They also remembered to compete to tighten the corset that wraps the upper stomach so that their chests helped the body posture be more attractive. Some also wore feathered hats. Ruby doubts she is in the same era. Maybe he was thrown into the Victorian era. Whoever threw this massive party must be unique and a perfectionist.

This time he was dressed in midnight blue. Not the bright, princely white of the opening, but something richer. Older. The cut was distinctly retro—structured shoulders, a precise waist, trousers falling in a clean, aristocratic line. The collar and cuffs bore delicate embroidery, intricate without excess, evoking the faintest whisper of Baroque indulgence. It was British tailoring with a continental flourish. And upon his lapel—just above his small, steady heart—rested a slender brooch in the shape of a crown.

Cordy cut her short right then. While Noel was left looking awkward and stumped, Cordy flashed an icy smile. Not wanting to waste time on trivial people, she led Richard away just as the store assistant arrived with his clothes. It was a mini tailcoat tuxedo, and it was tailored with immaculate workmanship. Cordy certainly must admit that John has good taste. "Try it on, Dicky." "Okay." The boy looked just like a fairytale prince after he put it on, and every store assistant was earnestly admiring it.

Patting my hand that held his, he said through the mind link, "Smile, Mi Amore.” He didn’t have to tell me twice before I did so. A minute later, they all came to their feet and an elderly man clothed in a formal morning dress. The Morning Dress ensemble comprises a cutaway tailcoat, striped trousers, a turndown collar shirt, a waistcoat, and a bowtie. The Morning Coat is a black single-breasted coat with a single-button closure and a peaked lapel, which were beautifully decorated with golden embroidery.