Victorian Tailcoat Novels & Stories

“I’ll pick out another one right away.” “See that you do,” Victoria said with a withering glare, turning back to the mirror to continue her preparations. Lila hurried to the wardrobe, mentally cursing herself for the mistake. She had chosen the dress because she thought it was the most beautiful of the collection. Her eye for fashion had served her well in the past, but here, under Victoria’s sharp scrutiny, it seemed like nothing she did was ever quite right. She selected a deep red gown this time, hoping that it would meet with Victoria’s approval. The dress was luxurious, made of the finest silk that clung to Victoria’s curves and shimmered under the light. Victoria slipped into the dress

I’d wait until the moment they were most proud of everything they had and then watch it collapse. Early the next morning, Vicenzo got up before dawn, a rare occurrence. He took off the old jacket, washed pale from wear, and put on a sharply tailored dark suit. It was a custom piece from one of Nafles’ top tailors, with subtle embroidery at the cuffs. When I had asked where he got it, he told me it was an old suit discarded by the library owner. Now it was clear that this was the attire of the second-in-command of the Carlini family.

(NFTMB) Chapter 34 Victoria (It's The Baby) I patted down the front of my dress as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I was dolled up but my eyes looked dead and lifeless almost like a doll. Memories of what I witnessed last night still swirled around my head. A tear slipped through my eyes which I immediately wiped away. I was wearing the dress Alessandro bought for me specially for this occasion. It was a mini bodycon white dress with spaghetti sleeves. He even controlled what I wore.

The preparation felt less like getting ready for a gala and more like donning a sacred vestment. The dress Victor had commissioned for me was a masterpiece of structural elegance and fluid grace. It was a floor-length gown of deep, midnight-blue silk, completely devoid of heavy embellishments or distracting sequins. It relied entirely on the flawless architecture of the drape—a high, modest neckline that perfectly framed the white-gold collar, long sleeves that ended in sharp, elegant points at my wrists, and a plunging, dramatic open back that left my spine completely bare. It was the physical embodiment of my dynamic: covered, protected, and impeccably presented to the world, yet possessin

The thought that he had taken the time to pick something out for me, even if it might have been too much for my taste, makes me wonder what his motive is. "What did he pick out?" I can't help but ask, curiosity getting the better of me. "Oh, it was a very striking suit. Very chic, very...powerful. But it didn't feel like you," Victoria explains, returning from the closet. "I know how comfortable you love to be in your clothes, I could tell when you wouldn't wear the other extravagant clothes in the closet. That's why I chose this," she gestures again to the outfit she's selected. A smile falls on my lips, she has really been observant.

Her paramour would rise soon enough and she would have to learn what was expected of her. The sun began to take its leave dipping slowly into the horizon. The Prince rose to walk the decks. He had meant to go out the night before but he was hypnotized by his future bride and her song. Margaret’s voice reached a hidden place in his heart he thought as dead as the heart itself. Feeling a warmth spread through his unearthly still body left him hungry. Vlad had a hunger for her singing and her graceful disposition. He thought of the red wedding dress he was commissioning and the Taylor to make her. He decided that he would not make it of satin. Vlad decided that this dress would have to be a kin

Chapter 8 Victoria stood in front of her expansive walk-in closet, meticulously perusing her extensive collection of fashionable attire. Today marked her inaugural day as a secretary, and she desired an ensemble that exuded professionalism, yet possessed a touch of unparalleled style. After considerable contemplation, her discerning eye settled upon a chic black pencil skirt that effortlessly embraced her enticing curves. Paired with this form-fitting garment was a vibrant coral-colored blouse, carefully chosen to accentuate her warm complexion with its brilliant hue. The crowning elements of her ensemble were her favorite nude heels, flawlessly elongating her legs, and tastefully complement

I just never thought it would be used against me. I scoffed. "I don't need designer labels to hide my insecurities. But hey, whatever helps you sleep at night. Since Julian hangs around you willingly, I guess he isn't that noble either." She totally ruined my mood. I grabbed a random silver sunlight cloak off the rack and looked at the manager. "Wrap it. I'll take it." The manager froze, looking nervous. "Sorry, ma'am. We prioritize high-ranking clan members..." Victoria giggled. She tilted her chin up and tapped the ruby crest pinned to her dress.

He gave him a single nod and headed for his room, thinking about the tarts and jellies he would be shoving later in his belly. Alexander wrapped the towel around his waist, letting the crystalline drops of water make their way from the tips of his jet black hair into the tiled floor. He scoured the wardrobe for his black and gold finery. Putting on the coat with gold collar, sleeve accents, and gold buttons, he released a frustrating grunt at the trouble of having to put on so much layer. His family cared much for looks and how they should present themselves in front of the court. Having maids who loved to go missing in action and years of being left to fend alone was enough to learn how to