Pretty Things 소설 & 이야기

"Did you think you're actually pretty? You're only presentable because you had surgery." ...

Hold on until the right time. "No, there's nothing missing. You look incredibly beautiful in that dress," Thomas sincerely complimented her. It was true. Thomas wasn't just saying it. He was genuinely captivated by how well the dress suited her, the Korean-style concept she chose, which was trendy among millennial couples, including Olive. But seriously, Thomas was impressed. The decoration had a simple yet luxurious look. It predominantly used white, and the addition of soft pastel colors gave it a delicate touch, making it perfect for Thomas, who liked a simple arrangement. Olive's color choice was just what he wanted; there was no excess.

my sister says, gently wiping away my tears with a q-tip as we share a small laugh. The dress was a dream come true. Its sleeveless design and delicate lace overlay gave it an ethereal quality, accentuated by a subtle pinkish hue in my makeup that matched perfectly with the soft blush tones. My hair, styled into loose, flowing curls, was adorned with a single peony, adding a touch of natural elegance that made me feel like a princess.

perfect. "It's not just the dress; it's you."

I pair it with a light pink shirt that complements the pants perfectly, creating a cohesive and fashionable look. Before I finish getting dressed, I can't resist grabbing a pair of adorable undies that have the words "not today" written on them. It's a playful addition to my outfit that adds a bit of personality. To complete the look, I choose a pink glossy bra that adds a subtle touch of elegance.

At least that's what they say, which raises my self-esteem to infinity. I shower quickly. I brush my hair and my teeth. I smear myself with cream, the one I borrowed from my mother from the many she has on her nightstand. Nervous, I run my hands over my hydrated and smooth body. I am tense. The decision to propose to Julio to spend more days with him without any commitment makes me unsettled. I do not want to stop to think for a second what will happen if you are not interested in what I will offer you. I'm sure my ego won't resist it. It cannot be rejected. I put on the underwear that I got in the afternoon at Pretty Woman Clothes, near the house. It is a small place, like Carla's. I found

People just like pretty girls. I won’t say our society is doomed. I have more faith in people than I should. I turned to face my best friends with a huge grin. “Soooo what do you think?” Chiara shoved a bunch of tiny pretzels into her mouth and gave me a thumbs-up. “Hot,” she said over a mouthful. Classy girl. Jade whistled. “You’re gorgeous, haven’t I always told you that?” “Thank you. And yes, jade, you’re always right.”

I sighed and kept looking. I drifted around and found nothing and decided it was time to leave. I stepped up to the counter to pay for my hat and scarf and saw the display of cos- tume jewelry under the glass. Now this caught my eye. It was very pretty stuff, for one thing-vintage bohemian fit Marie's personality like a leather glove. Score!

Though he is pretty cute… -------------------

He slide off her shirt and threw it away. "What the fuck is this colour?" He frowned. She grinned. "Neon... I love it. It glows in the dark... I always wanted to try it, i got it in the sale but i couldn't find matching panties..." He looked at her in disbelief. "Seriously?" "Ofcourse i am serious... Do you know how much it's important for girls to match their innerwears..." She rolled her eyes. "You think i give a fuck about what colour you are wearing right now..."