Amanda Reilly Blogger Where Is She Now の小説・ストーリー

Kaylee is sitting in the couch opposite lying down texting ,I can't believe how fast time goes by she was baby now she's almost out of the house going to college I am dreading that day , I remember the first time we moved here four years ago Amanda was a short awkward teen with glasses big for her face and acne now i don't even recognise her. "Can I lie down Mr parker you don't mind do you ?" No of course not ,but don't kick the popcorn " I smile down at her she's a sweet child I don't know how a woman like that raised a responsible daughter like Amanda she's good for Kaylee " no I won't" she lies down getting her knees up opening her legs my breathing stops literally. She's not wearing any

I said, cutting her off sharply. "Ah, yes, of course," Amanda replied, clearly hurt. "Actually, Marianne… there's something else I wanted to talk to you about. A few days ago, I got a call from the modeling agency. They liked my portfolio, and… I was signed for a big campaign. I'm thinking of moving into my own place soon, finally without roommates." As far as I knew, Amanda had been working all sorts of jobs while auditioning for modeling gigs. She'd mentioned once that she was waitressing, and another time, she'd worked at a shoe store. She was currently sharing an apartment with four other girls.

It was the first time someone complimented me, so I didn't know how to react. The girl chirped again, "Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Amanda. My mother is Amelinda, the organizer of this charity event. I just turned fifteen years old. I am currently studying while serving in Sir Darian's army. I am very pleased to get to know you." I watched Amanda as she spoke and felt that she did not have a hint of malice toward me. My mood gradually relaxed, and I began to enjoy this lively and lovely girl.

I took out my laptop and got back on the research I left unfinished last night. My laptop was on sleep mode so it automatically took me back to where I left off but to my surprise, the blog of the girl named Amber had no longer existed. Her site was to quote the g****e people's statement 'shut down' for the reasons only God knew. But I did not have that much time to look into that matter before Amanda woke up. "Is there something wrong, Miss? You look unhappy." Amanda said, snapping me out of my thought, "Is the hair not to your liking?"

Aish, she just had to come back to ruin things. “Amanda, you need to relax. I think Nathaniel got it under control.” Miranda told me, dropping her glass of wine as she leaned back on the chair. I tucked my hair before my ears as the breeze blew softly. I let out a scoff. Nathaniel hardly came home nowadays and it has been three days since Grayson and him left the pack house without saying anything. I even tried asking him where he was going but he ignored me. “Why do these bloggers think they can post anything they want? Gosh, I wish I could sue them!” Annoyance was evident on my face.

I read it, my surprise and joy growing. It was from my old roommate, Amanda Collins. We had always been close friends back then. After graduation, she'd returned to her hometown of Ciannon. Fast-forward to today, and she was the editor-in-chief of the renowned fashion magazine, Herstory. We hadn't talked much in recent years, except for the occasional seasonal greetings. I'd invited her to my ill-fated wedding, and she had agreed to attend but had to cancel at the last minute for a business trip abroad.

he conceded. "The best couple in Crescent High back then," she added, a playful note in her voice. "So, Amanda, it's been a while. What brings you back to Crescent Hills?" Blaise inquired, skilfully attempting to shift the focus of the conversation. *** "I've accepted a position at Crest Media, so I've decided to return home," Amanda announced.

"Plus, it's a gossip blog. They never get shit right." "He left worried about how the media would react to him returning." I reach for the bag of bagels to pretend I'm unaffected by the fact Amanda knew I'd be moving to England before I did. Amanda perks up. She must buy my bagel act. "Oh they're happy. All the headlines mentioned England's golden boy returning home." "So you'll be in England? How am I going to get friend time in? Do you think Ryland will let you fly back for Sunday brunch?" Aspen's voice waivers a little as she asks.

She prayed it wouldn't happen again. Amanda shivered as she unlocked her phone. Instantly, over five notifications flooded in, all about her. "After a fallout with her ex-husband, Amanda moves on to her next victim." "The president of C and M technologies ousted her siblings from the board and seized the family business." "Amanda unwed yet pregnant. Father unknown..." Over the night, news about Amanda inundated the internet. With a trembling finger, Amanda clicked open one of the articles, and as feared, the comments below were unbearable. It felt like the events of five years ago were repeating, only this time, the backlash seemed even more intense.

Hugo smiled warmly at her. “I hope so, because now everyone won’t stop talking about me. I’ve never been on the internet before, but now my pictures are everywhere, and they even caught my bad angles,” Amanda complained, and Hugo couldn’t help but laugh. “When they understand you’re just here for business, it will die down,” he assured her. Amanda couldn't resist the urge to roll her eyes. She suddenly thought of Damien and how he must be handling the news so she decided to ask Hugo.