Mr. and Mrs. Hills were cooking together in the kitchen, talking about their daughter, Beauty, and her boyfriend, Bruno. But their conversation was interrupted by the doorbell ringing.Mr. Hills stood up quickly and volunteered to get the door.The door rang again."Hold on!"He shouted and walked to the door. He thought it was Beauty or maybe her friend Jessie, who had come to check on her, just like Eric.But when Mr. Hills opened the door, he froze on the spot.Standing there was a young woman who looked exactly like his daughter, Beauty. She had the same pale skin, the same eyes, and the same long, shiny hair.She looked just like Beauty, except she was thinner. Where Beauty was soft, rounded in places with a natural, effortless beauty, this young lady was slimmer, her features sharper but still very identical.It was like looking at a mirror image of Beauty.She also seemed more into fashion and glamorous accessories and could pass for a supermodel, Mr. Hills thought.He blinked,
"If you weren't so fat, maybe the ring would have been your size!"That was the angry voice of my boyfriend, Steven.He drew attention, and the other buyers at the jewelry shop stared at us.Today was supposed to be my engagement day, since Steven didn't know my size, so he popped the big question before we set out to get the ring."Baby, can we try another one, please?"I managed to say that with a smile on my face."Are you deaf?!"He yelled so loudly that I lost the power to hold back, and hot tears streamed down my cheeks. I felt my legs grow weak and my heart pounding painfully."We have larger sizes for her to try, sir," the jewelry store owner suggested politely, coming to my rescue.But he wasn't willing to give it a try."It doesn't matter what size you have-it won't suck those fats away! I'm fed up with this."This time, every head in the shop turned towards us, and all eyes were on us as the scene was established just as Steven had wanted.I felt like a clown.The jewelry st
And now presently 25 years old with no hope of finding love again.Good news. I got a job at the Famous & Fabulous fashion company, New York City.And I was able to make a friend who doesn't judge me by my looks._______“Whad'ya think?”My friend Jessie showed me a pic on her phone.“Wow Jessie this is perfect, you're so perfect”.I exclaimed, admiring everything in the picture, she's a runaway queen for sure.“Oh please, it's just the editing,” Jessie chuckled, blushing.“You are a natural, Jessie”.I continued.“Stop it already!”She got all red and laughed.“Let me see the second one” I requested, she swiped and showed me the pictures.“Isn't this from our summer collection from last year?”I asked curiously.“Yup, I kept them and recycled them because they look so good on me”.I shook my head, smiling.Our company's indeed lucky to have her as their model. She was the first friend I made in the company, actually more like my only friend.I smiled at her as she went through the p
I walked into the company's cafeteria downstairs-it was lunch break.After what happened back in the conference room, I wasn't sure how to feel... other than completely useless, of course."I'll have two jumbo burgers, please," I said to the waitress.She looked up at me and, as usual, ignored me entirely.Not the first time. It's like everyone here hates me-everyone except Jessie.What did I ever do to them?"Just one will be okay," I added again.Then, suddenly, her eyes lit up."What can I get for you?" she asked, biting her lower lip.Wait-definitely not me.I turned to see who she was talking to, and the moment I saw him, my heart skipped a beat. I had to tilt my head back to take in his full height.He stood there like a tall, powerful wall-if that wall just so happened to be sexier than 99% of the male population.I froze. My fingers clenched nervously, and my heart started racing.It was him-Bruno.Beads of sweat formed on my forehead, and a rush of heat flooded my cheeks. He w
"I am so sorry," Jessie apologized immediately.She's always sorry after a childish act.Furiously, I looked at her, then back again-this time quickly-to double-check what I just saw.She was braless. Mine would never look that good without a bra.Her boobs were perfect, her nipples visibly piercing through her transparent white crop top, down to her tiny waist.I noticed her pierced belly button and a thin silver waist bead wrapped around her waist.She's indeed beautiful.I sighed in frustration.The truth is, everyone here is perfect-except me.I stole a glance at Bruno again. He never looked up at us. How can someone be so anti-social?"Jessie, can we talk later? I want to eat now, please."I hope she buys it."Why?" Jessie replied with a tight frown.I knew it wouldn't be that easy, though."Like... I... I said. I wish to eat," I replied, raising my brows.She giggled."Alright. Don't get mad, Your Highness."I shook my head, done with her.She leaned forward, pecked my forehead,
I looked up and found her assistant brushing off her designer outfit like I was a bag of dirt, but Kathy shoved the poor girl aside, fuming."I-I'm so sorry," I stammered, ashamed. Everyone was watching now-and worse, Mr. Bruno had just walked into the department.He stopped right there. He was watching the scene too.I cursed in my mind and squeezed my hands nervously. Please, let the earth open and swallow me."Do you know how much this designer outfit cost me, you fat imbecile?!"Kathy thundered again."Enough with the name-calling, Kathy! She said she's sorry. And her name is Beauty, not 'fatty.' If her body type is what you call fat, then I'd say you're just jealous."Jessie jumped in, standing right beside me.Kathy turned to Jessie with a look of disdain."Easy for you to say. She's too fat to fit into this building-bumping into people like that. Who does that? Very irritating. And don't even start about jealousy-please, don't make me puke. Who envies a bag of fat?"She sneered.
"I am proud of you, Beauty. If I were in your shoes, I'd definitely be in police custody right now, charged with murder," Jessie snapped. I believed her. She's a crazy wild cat, so she will definitely do it."Kathy is an asshole. Don't let her words get to you. A freaky bitch-that's what she is. All she does is try to look good, and she's not even that good-looking..." Jessie added. I raised a brow and squinted at her. What a lie!"Alright... yeah, you got me. She may be good-looking, but... she has issues. You're more beautiful than her. She's just jealous, and honestly, I feel like hitting her right in the face sometimes." Jessie clenched her fists as she said it.I sighed."Well, with that body and the visuals she's got, she's perfect. Her character doesn't count.""Nobody's perfect," Jessie said, shaking her head. "Tell her something like, 'Your tummy is so flat,' or, 'Your nose is so... ugh.'" She groaned and sighed."I guess you're right, Beauty. She's definitely perfect by the w
Bruno got up, and as he did, I stood frozen, just two feet (0.61 m) away from him. There was a couch beside me, but my focus was entirely on him.I sighed, trying to control my thoughts as I secretly watched how he folded his long frame onto the chair, settling comfortably. He was now at eye level with me.I feel so insulted! He smoothly called me short in a hundred languages with just one effortless move!I screamed inside.My heart raced faster than ever, like I had never been this close to him before.Calm down, Beauty, you spoke with him moments ago, at the cafeteria.The scent of his cologne was so addictive, it made me want to grab him and pull him to myself, like some sort of obsession.I wanted to tuck him away in my pocket and keep him safe, just for me, always."Kathy, are you ready?" the director's voice broke through my thoughts."Born ready," Kathy replied confidently before stripping off her clothes, revealing her smooth, naked body.I gasped, beyond startled. I didn't ev
Mr. and Mrs. Hills were cooking together in the kitchen, talking about their daughter, Beauty, and her boyfriend, Bruno. But their conversation was interrupted by the doorbell ringing.Mr. Hills stood up quickly and volunteered to get the door.The door rang again."Hold on!"He shouted and walked to the door. He thought it was Beauty or maybe her friend Jessie, who had come to check on her, just like Eric.But when Mr. Hills opened the door, he froze on the spot.Standing there was a young woman who looked exactly like his daughter, Beauty. She had the same pale skin, the same eyes, and the same long, shiny hair.She looked just like Beauty, except she was thinner. Where Beauty was soft, rounded in places with a natural, effortless beauty, this young lady was slimmer, her features sharper but still very identical.It was like looking at a mirror image of Beauty.She also seemed more into fashion and glamorous accessories and could pass for a supermodel, Mr. Hills thought.He blinked,
Beauty was seated between Bruno's mother and sister, Abigail, with a young boy, around eleven years old, seated across from her. He had a funny look on his face as he tried to get her attention.Next to him sat a stunning elderly woman who looked much younger than her age, her long white hair plaited into two thick strands that cascaded down her shoulders. Despite the visible age in her hair, her face suggested she was in her late fifties.But she's the oldest in the room; she must be older than that. Maybe Bruno's grandma, Beauty thought.She gulped hard, nervously.But the real discomfort came from the presence of her ex, Nathan. He was seated opposite her-the man who had engaged her and dumped her the same day. From the way he looked at her, it was clear he was enjoying the torment he was causing her.Why me?Why today?Why here?Beauty tried to catch her breath, but every time Nathan's wife's elder sister, who was the mother of the boy, glared at her and whispered something to him
Beauty stood in her room, her heart racing with excitement as she applied a light coat of lip gloss. She reached for the body spray, misting it over her shoulders and collarbone before slipping into her wine-colored lingerie. The silk fabric hugged her curves, accentuating her figure. She pulled a satin robe over it, the soft material brushing against her skin as she tied it loosely at her waist.Taking a deep breath, she moved toward the door, her footsteps light and quiet. But as she reached for the doorknob, pulled the door open only to see her mother in front of her door... about to knock.Her stomach dropped."Mo... Mom!" she gasped, her voice trembling.Mrs. Hills stood in the dimly lit hallway, her eyes puffy with sleep yet sharp with curiosity."What... are you doing here, you scared me!"Mrs. Hills crossed her arms, her gaze traveling from Beauty's flushed face to her barely tied robe."Where are you going? It's 1 a.m.""To... to the guest room. I was going to... check on Bru
Just then, Mr. Hills walked into the kitchen, looking bewildered."Son, what in the world... What happened."Eric, standing off to the side, tried to hide a grin, but the corners of his mouth were twitching."Well, this is... awkward.""Stay out of this," Mr. Hills told Eric with a coldness that surprised even Beauty."I'll be in the living room," Eric said awkwardly and walked away from the kitchen.As Beauty and Mr. Hills stood there, assessing the damage with their eyes. Bruno stood awkwardly, still holding the blackened tray with the burnt wings. He looked as if he might collapse from the embarrassment.But to his surprise, Mr. Hills, with a soft chuckle, clapped him on the back, making Bruno's heart jump slightly."Okay, so it's not a total disaster," he said, his voice light with a touch of humor, trying to ease the tension. "You've got some good ones left here."He grabbed a few of the less-burnt wings off the tray."These will do just fine. Don't worry about it, son. You trie
Bruno turned to her with a helpless expression on his face."I've got this. I just... need to decide what to make," he stuttered.Beauty bit her lip to keep from laughing."You don't have to do this, you know...""I've made up my mind. I will impress your dad with my skills."Beauty rolled her eyes."There are two Rolls Royces outside, Babe... They're already impressed. You're setting the bar too high. What would I do to impress your parents?"Bruno said nothing, focused on the food.Seeing his determination, Beauty sighed and walked over to the fridge, pulling out a pack of chicken wings and some basic seasonings."Here, start with these. Wings are a safe bet. I'll set everything out for you."Bruno nodded."Thanks," he muttered.Beauty laid the ingredients on the counter, tied a kitchen apron around him, and smiled proudly."How do I look?"Bruno asked posing."A chef's kiss," she said, demonstrating with a gesture then she took a picture of him.They both laughed."Here." Beauty h
Bruno scoffed, shaking his head."I don't like him. And I'm not gay."Beauty blinked."Is he gay?""Who knows?"Bruno shrugged. Beauty rolled her eyes."What does being gay have to do with this? You don't have to like him like that. I mean, get along with him as a normal person.Maybe even be friends."Bruno frowned."I don't want friends, Beauty. You know that. I'm not the type to...hang out with random people. I'm an introvert, remember?""I know, my love. But you need a friend. And Eric... you can't just glare at him the whole time. My parents are watching. Please, just try. Not as close friends, but... try to be friendly and get along with him."Bruno exhaled sharply, rubbing the back of his neck. He met her gaze and saw the pleading in her eyes. Finally, he relented with a grumble. "Fine. I'll try. But if flirts with you, jokeor not ..then I will..""He won't dare".Beauty assured him with a smile.Bruno rolled his tongue and nodded, then pulled her for a kiss."Come on, let's
OutsideAs soon as they were out of earshot, Bruno grabbed Eric roughly by the arm, pulling him a few steps away from the door. His jaw was set, and his eyes burned with barely contained anger."What's your deal, huh? What the hell are you doing here? Did you get paid to ruin my day with Beauty? Or is this just some pathetic attempt to get her attention? I warned you before ...she is mine...what games are you playing?"Eric raised his hands in surrender."Relax, man. I'm not here to steal your girl. I just wanted to welcome her. Thought it'd be a nice gesture."Bruno's eyes narrowed in irritation."A nice gesture? Showing up uninvited, with flowers, to my girlfriend's parents' house while I'm here? That's not a gesture,you are intentionally trying to get on my nerves,today is supposed to be an important day for us...you have no place here".Eric smirked, crossing his arms." Look, I didn't know you'd be here. I came for Beauty, not you. What's your problem? Feeling a little overprotec
Mrs. Hills glanced at the living room. Beauty's expression said it all."I'm sorry... but I don't think Beauty will want to...""Pardon me, Mrs. Hills, but I'm well aware of her relationship with Bruno Hathaway. We're just friends."Mrs. Hills' eyes widened in surprise."Oh, I see. Well, come on in, dear."Eric stepped inside, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on Beauty."Beauty! It's good to see you," he said, then glanced at Bruno.Seeing the jealous expression on Bruno's face, Eric smirked to himself.Beauty stared at him, dumbfounded, her mouth slightly open."Eric? What... why are you here?" she muttered."Who is this?" Mr. Hills asked, but before Beauty could reply, Eric interjected."Hey, is that the new Barcelona jersey?" Eric said, referring to the polo Mr. Hills wore.Mr. Hills perked up, his smile widening."Sure is. I'm a big fan of the team."Eric grinned and gestured to himself."Same here! Been following them since I was a kid."Mr. Hills chuckled, clearly im
As Mr. and Mrs. Hills guided Beauty and Bruno to the dining table, Mrs. Hills beamed uncontrollably."I made this especially for you two. Please, take a seat," she said warmly.Once they were all seated, Mrs. Hills placed a hand delicately on the edge of the table, tilting her head as if piecing together a puzzle."Forgive me, dear," she began, her voice gentle but curious, "but you look so familiar. I feel like I've seen you before, but I can't quite place it."She addressed Bruno, who gave her a nervous smile. Beauty glanced from Bruno to her parents, thinking fast.Mr. Hills nodded, leaning forward slightly."Same here. Have we met before, son?"Bruno managed a polite smile, but before he could respond, Beauty cleared her throat, her cheeks tinged with a slight blush."Actually, Mom, Dad, you probably recognize him because...that must be because he brought me home with his car sometime ago, he's Bruno Hathaway. He's my boss's son."The room fell silent for a moment.Mrs. Hills' eye