Amity Blight Blush Novels & Stories

“No way.” Inside, the air was cool and sweet-smelling, with retro black and white tiles that reminded Amy of an old-fashioned soda fountain. The teenage girl behind the counter looked bored until she spotted them, then straightened up with the practiced customer service smile of someone who’d been trained to appear enthusiastic about frozen dairy. “Welcome to Sweet Endings,” she recited. “Today’s special is the Cherry Blossom Blast.” They studied the menu board, Amy deliberating between her usual strawberry and something more adventurous.

A blush spreads across my cheek and nose. Why is he looking at me like that? “So you like it,” Kent says, his voice low, possessive. “I do,” I say, hesitating. “Is there something extra…” “Amaretto,” he says. “Adds notes of apricot and bitter almonds.” “It’s delicious,” I say, holding his gaze while I raise my thumb to my mouth to wipe a little fleck of foam from my bottom lip. He watches me do it.

Next is applying little eye shadow, mascara, blush on my face, and lipstick on my lips. She finishes it by with a sweeping blush on my face and smiles brightly. I take it she’s happy with the result. “Look at yourself, missy. I hope this time you’re going to get laid tonight.” “I was happy the old Amy was gone for a while, and now she’s back,” I chuckle and say thank you. I face the mirror and am surprised to see myself—a new me in front of the mirror looks radiant and glowing. I can’t help to not compliment myself. “Wow, I look—”

Her black suit looked like couture straight from hell, and her face was calm, like she’d just finished torching all of Mars with a single smile. Across the table, Zane looked completely at ease, one hand twirling a Montblanc pen, the other resting under his chin like he wasn’t about to go through a legal dissection of his marriage. Like this was just brunch with oil execs. And Amelia? She was dressed in a white Balmain blazer and shoes that probably cost more than my assistant’s annual salary. But her eyes....those eyes had exploded three times before we even opened our mouths. I could tell from the way she was leaning slightly, like trying to hold up the remains of her ego.

Amelia’s signature perfume the dense trace of amber and vanilla. Amelia stood on the threshold, her identical face flushed a deep, unnatural crimson from the biting wind, her shoulders trembling beneath the fabric of Ava's stolen white cashmere cardigan. The fragile, heartbroken victim persona that she had spent weeks meticulously performing for Michael was completely dead. Her dark eyes were wide, bloodshot, and glittering with a raw, volatile envy that she could no longer contain behind her engineered smiles. Her fingers were clutched tightly around the strap of her leather handbag, her knuckles turning a stark, bloodless white as she glared into the dim interior of the concrete room.

She asked, picking up the salt and pepper shakers to clean underneath before setting them back in place. "Is it that obvious?" Cilyna half laughed, fixing her coffee just right. "Your makeup is smudged a little." Beatrice replied, handing over a napkin for her to blot under her emerald greens smiling her thanks. "Yeah, it's going to be strange without them running through my office playing tag all day. Maybe I'll be able to get some work done though." They exchanged smiles as she took a swig of her coffee with a contented sigh as she swallowed the rich caffeine.

Stuart gaze at where his friend point at. "That's pretty far for you to see her eyes color so it all accounts to your imagination"Jason roll his eyes. " Her eyes were bright,it looks Peaceful" Jason shrugged it off" Her lips were pale... unimaginably pale" "Color? lipstick?" "There is but I don't know ladies lipstick color name"Stuart mouthed 'guess' " Oh,I think pale wine or maroon,now let's sketch the other girl"Jason rub his palm energetically, Stuart open his mouth to talk but his friend glare made him mute.

Amy pulls off an edgy-elegant look well. “She’s almost ready, Emmy. Just a couple final touches,” Saph says as she fixes my eye shadow. True to her Bohemian style, Saph is in a full-length blue, floral, chiffon dress. She paired it with simple strappy sandals. Effortless, yet gorgeous.

"No doubt you look beautiful in pastel colours, sweetheart but I don't want my bride to be just beautiful... she will be the most beautiful and gorgeous bride in the world... People should look at my bride with a dropped jaw and pastels don't hold that power... It's red!" He was smart to manipulate her. "You can wear this one for the reception!" "I think he is right, Durga!" Tanisha agreed. "We decided on pastel colours but it's not going with your complexion... You are not standing out as a bride... I think red is a great option..." "Yeah, now I am feeling the same" Aditi agreed too. "Umm, okay!" Durga was confused. "I am confused now! You guys decide." "Don't worry!" Damon assured.

, Amy's words fueled Olivia's anger even more. "You", she is about to slap Amy. Amy stopped her hand and smirked at her. "I dare you to do that Olivia", I roared. She looked totally scared by my tone. It's the first time I used that tone. "And by the way Olivia the blush makeup you used on your cheeks is that new? I would love to know the brand. It's so bright red like someone slapped on your both cheeks for ten times on each cheeks", Amy spoke looking at her palm.