Novel & Cerita A Morning Kiss At Tiffany's

The ladies at this event were beautifully dressed, diamond and gold necklaces, expensive gowns, handsome men dressed in tux of different colors. Taylor would have asked Eilen to go with her, Eilen had travelled out to Paris to focus on her Art career. The night Taylor got drunk was the last she'd seen Eilen. She did not confide with Eilen about the night with Zan Dalmonte, "Champagne? The waiter's voice brought her back. " No... no" she replied quickly, too quickly, and breathed in relief when the waiter walked away. Taylor had not forgotten what she had gotten herself into due to a few drinks.

She winked. Okay. Am I invisible? “How can I serve you today?” she asked, all but purring. “My woman is who you need to serve today,” he said coolly, pulling me close by the waist. Her eyes twitched. “Oh. Um. Hello… Miss…?” “Skye,” I said with a sugary smile. “I need you to assist her with anything she wants,” Nik told Chiara. “Give her the best.” He slipped a black Amex into my purse and whispered the PIN in my ear. Then he kissed my forehead,light, possessive, public.

So I twist my hair up, grab my novel from my bed, and decide to walk around the house. I don’t expect anyone to be around. This place is always too big and too quiet unless Roland or his mother decides to disturb the peace. But before I even touch the door handle, there’s a knock. I frown. Visitors? For me? Impossible. I open the door to find one of the maids standing there with that trained, professional smile they all perfected the day they were hired. “Good afternoon, ma’am. The designers are here for your fitting.” I blink. “What fitting?”

Sweat dripped down my forehead right into my eyes, and the sudden sharp pain made me narrow my eyes instinctually. I tapped into the messaging app on my phone, wanting to ask my boyfriend, Cornell Glover, how long he was planning to make me wait. However, a notification popped up on my phone just then, informing me that he'd just posted a new story on his Instagram. The photo was a view of the stage from the VIP front row, and on the right side of the image was a slender wrist making a hard metal fan gesture. That hand was prominently displaying the limited-edition bracelet I'd bought for Cornell for 5,000 dollars.

"Go make me some coffee and eggs." We had just fought about dissolving our bond last night, yet this morning he was ordering me around as if nothing had happened. I was about to speak when a knock came from downstairs. Damian, who had barely been able to move a second ago, sprang to life and raced downstairs. Amber stood at the front door in a pristine white sundress, looking picture-perfect, a shopping bag in her hand. "I'm so sorry about last night. I had too much to drink and got sick all over your jacket. I bought you a new one."

Noah found a way to create a discussion. “White and pink,” I scratched my head, ashamed for not knowing any flower names. “Okay,” he smirked. “Roses only, or you want something else?” “Roses is great!” I bent my head shyly. “There is the place.” I pointed to a small café on the other side of the street. I hoped its cozy, private tables would provide me with the needed space to steal a kiss. When we entered, the scent of freshly baked cookies and coffee invaded my nostrils.

she complained, "I'm not, I'm actually reading a magazine with you and your lovely husband on the front page. God, I never knew you were this famous myself." Lovely husband, Maya thought. How lovely of her to think so when she knows the truth. And how on earth did her wedding pics reach over seas? Was Chris that much famous? To an extent that his pics would be on the front page in every damn magazine in the world. Just then, the door was knocked,"just hold on a minute Kay," she looked at her friend who nodded her head," come in," she said looking up at the door. Her personal assistant walked in with red roses. She hated red roses herself. At least the person who sent them could have asked

"Fine. We're just teasing you, Jackie. You know how I am. Don't take it seriously, okay? How about we get refill coffees and talk about something el—" "No," I said pointedly. There was no way I was standing down now. "I know you're teasing. But we're arguing about me being uptight right? I'm only going to show you that you're wrong. Besides, it's not a big deal. It's just a kiss. A little kiss never hurt anyone," I laughed. As I spoke, my eyes darted toward the door as I prayed the café wouldn't have any other customers until it was time for me to leave.

She took the little black purse slipping her phone inside along with her lip balm. The moment she stepped into the living room the doorbell ring. William looked at her before briefly kissing her on the checks. He then went and opened the door allowing Thomas entrance. He stood aside allowing them privacy. “Good evening Maya.” He briefly kissed her on the back of her hand before handing her the single red rose. “You look stunning, my dear.” She silently took the rose enjoying the fragrance for a moment. She just looks at him dressed in a tuxedo. He truly is a handsome man.

Jade's POV It was just one kiss. One drunken kiss that altered my ability to think and ruined what's left of my sour reputation. All in less than twenty four hours. I kissed a stranger in a bar the previous night because my boyfriend dared me to. And just as my poor luck goes, I find pictures of that short but toe-curling kiss scattered all over a large screen on the 64th Morningstar charity gala cruise ship, the very next evening. The cold air rushing in from the sea slaps a thousand goosebumps on my skin.