Pretty Things 소설 & 이야기

Next Morning Hazel sat gracefully in her vanity chair, her corporate suit a stark contrast to the soft, feminine glow of her vanity lights. Her hair cascaded down her back like a rich, dark waterfall, its silken strands framing her face as she meticulously applied her makeup. The gentle strokes of her brush and the soft blush of color on her cheeks only added to her natural beauty, transforming her into a vision of loveliness.

Alicia woke up at 6:00 am, before the clock rang; she had slept very little because of her nerves. She got out of bed, took a shower, and when she got out of the shower, she looked for an outfit for the interview. She didn't know what to wear, so she grabbed a black skirt and a white long-sleeved blouse. She looked for some shoes, finding some she hardly ever wore. These were black with a bit of a heel. She dried her hair and then brushed it. She also looked through her things for some makeup and sighed when she only found blush, eyeliner, and a burnt red lipstick. Without thinking twice, she put it on. Alicia didn't like to put on makeup, she wasn't used to doing it, that's why there was so

The next day, Gabe updated his Instagram with a new photo. A blanket covered his lower abdomen. One hand held up the camera, deliberately revealing his chest and the ambiguous marks along his neck. On the other pillow, a woman's profile could be seen—eyes still closed. Caption: [So what? She's still mine.] The post was made visible only to me. No—also to Carrie. Because she had liked it. I glanced at it casually, then tapped "like" myself before going to sleep.

We had been so occupied with looking at the painting, that we hadn't noticed Justin who had walked up behind us. His voice was raspy, still slightly muffled by sleep. His hair was a perfect black mess as usual. He had Disney princess hair that never got messed up even after a fitful night of sleep. He had no shirt on, which I hadn't noticed before, but now it made my cheeks burn. "Why do you have no shirt on and why did you come out from Autumn's room?" Parker demanded. His eyes were wide. Well, shit.

now go change your dress before someone see what's mine. I know I am behaving like a jealous bitch. But I can't help it. She so much beautiful that I want to keep her for myself only and I am very possessive for what's mine. After some time she send me her another pic. She is wearing a white lacy top and dark jeans. She matched it with brown jacket. She is looking heavenly gorgeous. Preeti- feeling better. Siddharth- much batter..going somewhere? Preeti- yup..kerti wants to buy something and she wants me to join her.

ITALY "Sir I got a call from our French business branch. The manager informed that Paris Pearls, the biggest fashion house of France are hosting their fashion week and they have invited the top businessmen from all around the world, we are one of them." Carl informed Benjamin who was checking the revenue files of their legal business.

I know, thank you" I replied. She left the mall, then I started walking round looking for what to buy. After searching round, I settled on a red handless gown with sparkles at the chest region to the waist level, she could use it to go on a date, I thought. I added a box of Diamond jewery with black heels to match the dress. After the gifts were wrapped, I paid for them and left the mall.

Elizabeth asked. Darcy nodded and tightened his grip on her arm as they approached the Fitzwilliams. Elizabeth was struck with how the two resembled one another, light hair and watery blue eyes, both looking dried up and sallow like squeezed lemons, and the expressions on their faces were equally sour. Their appearance was not helped by their clothes, however correctly they were styled. He seemed swallowed by the collar of his coat which made him look more shriveled than perhaps he was, and she was served ill by the color of her dress and turban which were both a rather bright yellow that completed her resemblance to a lemon.

’’ enquired Nomthunzi, distractedly adjusting the linen adorning the cloth of her heavy bosom. ‘‘No, I am afraid it is brown.’’ replied Miriam, with just the slightest hint of acerbity colouring her words. But Nomthunzi was not one to make notice of such small details, and only pushed herself deeper into the couch. ‘‘Oh, no, then; I cannot bear the stuff. Green tea possesses the most elegant and delicate of flavours, and I could not do without it! No, not at all. But don’t fret, my dear, I’m quite sure a biscuit or two will do; you do have biscuits, of course?’’

Tukijo asked. "Miss brought two uniforms. One clean uniform and the other one was peed on by a cat last night. She even keeps the cat in her boarding house, haha. So the smell is very, very strong. Miss deliberately wore the smelly shirt to test the emotions of the people she meets," Teguh explained. ... On the other side, after ensuring Tukijo left, Sumini roughly pulled Ningsih's hair and said, "Hey, smelly office girl. Hah!" The woman snorted. "Stop bothering Mr. Kris! Or I won't let you live in peace."