Annie Aesthetic Mga Nobela at Kwento

The warm smiled on her face told Anais that Atlas was familiar to her and that she might be more interested than just being a personal shopper. She smelled faintly of lemon, a neutral beta scent that usually calmed Anais. Today though, she was on edge. She tried to keep herself still and control her own scent while Atlas smiled back. “Hannah,” Atlas greeted her. “This is Anais. Ana, this is Hannah. She is a personal shopper here that has helped dress me very well for many years.” He turned back to face her. “We need a new wardrobe for her today.”

WENDY'S POV Annalise. The name tasted like ash in my mouth. She was the glacier that had frozen Nathaniel's soul, a tall, skeletal blonde who looked like she'd never eaten a carb in her life. She walked toward us with a predatory grace, her red-painted nails looking like blood-dipped claws. "I figured you might be here," she purred, her eyes flicking over Nathaniel with a disgusting sense of ownership. "Well, this is the last place I thought I'd run into you," Nathaniel replied, his voice a low, dangerous vibration. "What are you doing here?"

There were only the two of them in the pool side in the middle of the night, and Anastacia knew that the man in front of her was drooling over her the whole day. Ms. Anastacia was already twenty, so she didn’t appreciate the term, little lady, from the big man in front of her, no matter how hot he was. She was a slender woman who was five feet and eight inches tall, with wide hips and a full breast which would make her anything but a little lady. She took pride in her beautiful figure that matched her fiery red hair with blonde streaks, and emerald green eyes. She was light skinned, and she was turning a bit red from the heat of the sun since she was constantly walking around the beach. She

I had nothing less than an hour to clean up and glam up for the visit to Mrs Annabelle Greene’s residence. Gloria has been a big part of my life since everything change and her absence has been very draining especially at the moment, making over has never been my thing and it wasn’t about to be but I was meeting up with one of the most sophisticated woman In the states and also Ansel’s mother. I really did want to make a statement but my makeup skill was lacking, the door cracked open and Ansel body stood right in front on his black silk shirt and black pants, his brown hair slightly wet and rough given him the classy sexy bad boy look.

Ana complains, "I'm working! We are all working here, stop it." "You stop whining, baby. You’re my doll, you do as I say," she orders nonchalantly and forces Ana to look at the camera. Her blue eyes look out of this word under those lights and her baby-face skin looks flawless. I bet she uses all these fucking skincare things she’s trying to sell, "Smile for me.” "No, I look like shit," she growls stubbornly, lifting a hand to mess with her hair. But... no, she actually looks very pretty.

It's just a dress. "It's a statement." Catherine grinned. "And Nelson's going to lose his mind when he sees you." Ayana's reflection showed a woman in a dress that hugged curves, dipped low enough to be interesting, hit high enough to show leg. Her hair fell in loose waves. Her makeup was subtle but deliberate. She looked like herself—confident, adult, done apologizing for existing. "Mom's going to have a stroke," Catherine said. "Then maybe she should stop trying to dress me like I'm twelve."

Realizing that Ansel was distracted and not in a defensive state, Nika delighted in launching an even more powerful and forceful attack. "Erica is not only intelligent but also beautiful, isn't she?" "Yeah," Ansel unconsciously nodded. Ansel had to admit that Nika's words were true. In Ansel's eyes, Erica seemed like a goddess. Her beauty was vibrant and graceful, with delicate features combined with captivating, clear eyes that Ansel couldn't take his eyes off.

ANA'S POV I looked at myself one more time in the mirror. On a normal day, I might have been happy that I looked stunning putting on a burgundy dress that clung to my skin and black heels that screamed elegance. My hair was in a rough bun at the top of my head, and I allowed the loose curls to frame my face. I went with the most minimal amount of makeup which was lipgloss and eyeliner. That was the best I could do. I didn't want to go to that party anyway.

The other head laughed again. Anne Jenner also didn't know how to turn off the phone, hung up the phone, she was lost for a few seconds, then put the phone down, quickly walked into the wardrobe, stood in front of the wardrobe to switch back and forth, finally because Not letting herself stand out too much, she chose a blue waist-tie dress, then put on makeup, she was bare-faced. Her skin is white, drawing a little eyebrow, applying a little lipstick is already very beautiful. When she put down her lipstick, she saw eyeliner on one side.

Annie was dressed in her traditional attire of red beaded material like cloth, she tied a red wrapper around her chest and her neck was adorned with bridal beads, she wore a beaded crown over her head too and a beaded slippers fitted her feet, she was putting on a simple make up that was applied by Ben and she looked extremely beautiful. "Oh my God! How can anyone be this pretty? You should arrested for being beautiful." Ben joked as she did the final touchings of the make up —she had a knowledge of it before, and going around with Aisha to help people with their make up also added to her skills.