A Morning Kiss At Tiffany's นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Presently, the medication was still in my system, but at least this time I was going to get off the airplane and not have a wicked hangover. "Good morning, gorgeous. Welcome to Dubai." He kissed me gently and pushed open one of the window shades. Bright white sunshine poured into the dimly lit cabin, making me blink. I fumbled in my bag for a brush, ran it through my hair, then quickly gathered my things to get off the plane.

The kiss took me by surprise, but not for long as I found myself kissing him back. Tyler ended the kiss and looked at me with a sly grin. I raise my eyebrow at him. "That was in case your parents were watching us." I laughed to clear my head from the giddy feeling that Tyler's kiss created. "That makes sense." Tyler chuckled. "See you tomorrow." I waved at him as he walked away.

“I just went on a date.” “Come on, Harper. Don’t be like this.” Mom was frowning at me through the phone. I could feel it. “The only reason I’m asking is because I’m excited for you, that’s all. What did you guys do? Did he take you to another expensive restaurant or what?” I chuckled at the last question. “No overpriced restaurant this time. But he actually did one better. You’ll never guess where he took me.” “He took you shopping at Tiffany's?” Mom asked, her voice getting squeaky with excitement.

And these two features, coupled with my slim body, my height, and my pretty face, made me look more like an I*******m model. And though the chauffeur was focused with his driving, he couldn’t help staring occasionally at me through the head mirror, and I, too, remained calm, pretending not to have noticed he was stealing glances of me from the mirror. “Can I get anything from Tatiana?”. I posed, removing my black sunglasses, revealing pretty white eyes. “I don’t think I have anything from Tatiana, but I guess Adele will be good for an hour journey”. Said the chauffeur.

Let's hope I don't throw up from eating. "By the way, you didn't tell me about what happened yesterday." Gina says reminding me. "Oh yeah, well basically she was out in the balcony, I followed her, she was smoking, then one thing lead to another and she almost kissed me." "Wait she smokes? Like cigarettes or weed? It better not be the damn cancer sticks." Gina says, causing me to laugh. "Weed." I say and she sighs in relief. She's such a weirdo. From the corner of my eye, I see people coming towards our table causing me to turn around and see who these people are.

She arrived yesterday evening to her apartment on ninety-fourth and third in the Upper East Side of Manhattan thinking maybe she’d misjudged Lucas. There was just something about his entire countenance as he left her hotel room earlier that day that made her question if she’d missed something very important. It wasn’t until the next morning that she realized she’d miss a lot, when a courier arrived and she opened the package to discover the custom sea green box and classic white bow that identified the gift as one from Tiffany & Co.

He wanted to laugh, unsure if he was laughing at himself or at Tiffany. The next morning at twenty minutes past five, Tiffany announced her wedding to Noah on her social media. It was scheduled for the end of the month, and the post read, "Dreams do come true. I'm going to be Mrs. Gunther soon."

She didn't forget to apply lip gloss on her already red lips. As at two minutes last two, she saw a Volkswagen pull up in front of her apartment and she caught the sight of Ellie wavhg at her. She waved back making her way to the passengers seat. She was dressed in a blue pleated gown. Her hair perfectly put in place. She noticed that she had trimmed her hair. "Hi" she smiled giving her face a long glance. "Your ready?" "Yes" She chuckled "We are to meet him at Nashville brunch " Zenith smiled.

I want to kiss him again, and because we are now married, I can. I kiss him, tasting the effervescent champagne still on his lips. We share our champagne kisses, knowing we will have many more. I kiss him, feeling my heart soar in my chest, remembering our first champagne kiss. It took twenty years, but Dean and I are finally together. Everything is perfect.

But not for Kara anyway. He is holding a cup of coffee in his left hand, his macbook in the other. "Good morning Kara!" he brightly greeted her, showing off his deep dimples and perfect white teeth, completing his morning charm with a wink. Nevertheless, it did not brighten her always dreary mood, not even a notch.