Angela Giarratana Height Novels & Stories

Jennifer strutted in, her absurdly high heels clicking loudly as she made her entrance. She was in top form that day—she wore a tight orange mini skirt that clung to her curves, her impossibly long, fair legs dazzling to the eye. Paired with her sparkling silver high heels, she looked like she was ready to walk the runway right then as she exuded a haughty attitude. "Why are you here again? Is my office so incredible that you can't stop coming?" Angela lazily leaned back in her chair, smiling with mild indifference. "Also, we've already finalized the runway participants. There's no spot for you, so just give up."

“You might want to pay more attention to that.” I stormed out of the kitchen, my heart pounding. My mind was spinning, and before I knew it, I was googling her on my phone – Gianna Fernandes, Dante’s high school sweetheart who was now an uprising actress in New YorK City. I stared so hard at her pictures I was scared I might conjure her to step out of it, she was so poised and so tall and maybe Dante liked them tall while I was an average height of five foot seven, her hair was jet black and she had sported different hairstyles over the years that fit her sharp cheek bones perfectly and God – I could never compete with that.

She was a slender woman, 5’4, with shoulder-length curly hair and brown eyes. Gianna was not supermodel-looking. In fact, she was what one might call "average" in the looks department, especially in a world where looks were often prioritized over talent. Gianna gave herself a final once-over in the mirror, after having gotten dressed for the so-called function that she’d spent half of the night before wondering about.

Angela seemed to have an intense penetrating gaze as she assessed Lyra from head to toe several times, seemingly scrutinizing every detail without missing a single hair. Lyra didn't like this kind of scrutiny; it made her uncomfortable. Just as she was about to explode, Angela spoke, "Torin, are you deliberately questioning my ability?" "Questioning your ability?" Torin was puzzled. Angela pointed at Lyra with envy and jealousy evident in her voice, "You're asking me if I have a way to stun the audience with this beauty? Aren't you questioning my skills?" With an air of confidence, Angela went on, "Delicate and fair skin, oval face, peach blossom eyes, lips like an upturned moon, 170 cm in h

responded the lady. "hello. I'm Angela smith. nice to meet you?" started I. "oh God. daddy." responded she. "just let her in honey. you don't want Beth to find her standing at the door." "sure... sorry miss smith. my name is um... Jennifer miller. please come in."

The noise inside was suffocating, so I slipped out onto the observation deck. You could see the entire New York City skyline, but the hundred-meter drop was terrifying. "Liliana." A familiar voice made me turn. Angelo stood there in a dark grey, subtly patterned suit, looking sharp and cold against the glittering night. But it was the woman next to him that made my heart stop. Gia. Poured into a champagne-colored dress, she clung to Angelo’s arm, a sickeningly sweet smile plastered on her face.

"I'm done, are you still going to take me for a ride?!" And in her eyes there was a glint of enthusiasm and joy. “I suppose so; but you better stay close to me or I will order that you be forced to stay and not leave the twenty-ninth floor!!” Angelo said as he stood up and reached out to Kiara to hold her. Kiara's mouth opened to O in shock! "That's not nice, Angela!!" "Who said I'm cute??!!" He jokes with her.. "I've heard many words they refer to and nice is never one of them!!"

Or maybe, this was simply about her and not her brother. “Hello, Gabby. It’s nice to finally meet you.” I stretched forth my arms towards the beautiful lady in front of me… who rocked a simple knitted white jumper, high waist jeans and ankle strapped heels. “Hi… Bell…. I’ve heard a whole lot about you!” She said with a cuspid smile as she closed the distance between us and wrapped her arms around me. We are of the same height… I noted. Given how tall I was… it was always hard, if not almost impossible, to find someone that tall… save Junie, who was 6.2 feet tall.

“I've found everything about her,” Angelo announced, stepping into the room. Giovanni turned quickly to face him, his glass of drink whirling in his hand. “Who is she?” he asked, sudden panic surging through him. He could explain the feeling he suddenly felt at the pit of his stomach. “Mia Dante, born February, nineteen ninety eight, She's twenty three. She's from Florence, works for the government, and is an orphan.” Angelo listed out and he heaved a sigh of relief at his revelation.

Extraordinary—ha! That was… … unexpected. I thought I had a good chance. I really did read Miss Jewel’s comments wrongly. ‘Oh! The main judge has something to say!’ The emcee shoved Annie aside to make way for the retired supermodel, Jinda Avengelistford, who gracefully took the centrestage at an astounding height of six feet.