Novel & Cerita Annie Aesthetic

"You're gross." "I need to go pee, and who knows, maybe I'll find myself a six feet three, dark haired, tattooed hottie on my way to the bathroom," she wagged her eyebrows at me. Annie and i were so different that sometimes I wondered how we had become and stayed friends for years. She was the leggy blonde who wore size zero to two dresses while I was the red head with curves who preferred the safety of my bed to anything outside of it. I glanced around the bar, "I doubt you will see anything like that in this dumpster bar. Why did I even let you bring me here?"

Her height was one to pin on, her curves, her perfectly tanned skin and bright hazel orbs that glowed when she smiled. "Oh." Annesa rolled her eyes, with a smile, like I was just returning the compliment,like I wasn't actually being honest. "No believe me when I saw you coming, I was taken a bit aback by your really gorgeous height, I almost asked from afar if you were like a model, I almost asked that of you Two, your matching heights, and please Aneesa, you don't know how gorgeous you look when you smile, I'm pretty sure Jeffery understands when I say your eyes sparkles when you smile…

Anne's face was pure white and slightly reddish, while the backs of her hands were brown. “Do you think this kind of difference you say is beautiful. Stop damaging your own facial skin, beauty doesn't need to be white. All women will look beautiful with their own facial skin. So I beg you to stop using dangerous drugs or skincare that actually damage your face, which is actually already beautiful. Use skincare that can protect and care for your real skin. " Jes explained at length. Anne was silent for a moment, staring into Jes's eyes in the mirror looking for lies. She thought for a moment what Jes had said. "Is that true?" Asked Anne softly.

I didn’t mean for my voice to come out so bitter but I didn’t wait for his reply before I walked out of the room and headed to the music room. In the dimly lit room, Annie stood tall and confident, her blonde hair cascading in waves down her shoulders. Her striking green eyes were like emeralds, gleaming with a mix of mystery and allure, drawing people in like a captivating spell. With every glance, she looked like someone who could make hearts skip a beat and ignite a spark of curiosity in those around her.

he asks still on edge. I smile, trying to dissipate his mood. "Yup. Isn't it great?" The first few times you enter Anessa's bakery it can be off-putting. I mean the pink is everywhere. Put her in a pink poodle skirt and you'd think the fifties were making a comeback. Not only is the tea served in cute little teacups with matching saucers — most of them pink or another variation of fine China — but there are Barbie pink walls and cute teal tables and chairs for a small pop of different color. And Anessa always makes sure to decorate the bakery in an overabundant fashion for every single holiday. It's cute and quaint and very pink.

Surprisingly, Ace was admiring someone else; me. He winked at me when our eyes met, mouthing "I love you". I winked back at him laughing quietly, and turned my head back to Liliane who just got to me. At that moment, I concluded Ann was more beautiful, graceful and sophisticated than Elle. Sure, Marielle was beautiful, like a goddess too, and could be elegant when she wanted to, but Ann rocked off grace more than she did. Ann was intimidating because of her beauty and grace, and her aura was the kind that said "I'm nice, but stay away from me." She's calmer than Elle and more polite. Elle, on the other hand, had two auras that switched depending on her environment. When she is in school or a

" Then she gave the microphone to a guy who was standing close to her. Annabelle and her parents took the stage and might I say that they were looking like a family indeed. "Is that just me or is Mrs. Siromani super hot?" Mason said. Ashley hit him behind the head and I smiled in approval. That boy could be a real headache sometimes. At least I wasn't the one who had to do the job of hitting him. Annabelle was as beautiful as her mother but she took her dad's facial features. Unlike her parents though, she was light skinned instead of white. To be honest, she looked Indian. Maybe she got the color from someone else in her family. I'd ask her about it later.

I took a bite on my burger, "really? I have an accent? And yeah I can't believe that worked." "I can hear the accent. ... I mean here I am smiling like an idiot." I smiled too and looked at her. Just looked for a while, Anzania was incredibly good-looking, undeniably so. Like if anyone passed her on the street, they'd probably do a double-take. Just to make sure she was real. Her youth elevated the attractiveness she'd inherited at birth to an almost ethereal realm. I wanted to meet her parents so I can see the people who were short of nothing but had good genes to send to the girl in front of me. With her flawless light brown toned skin, thick light brown hair, expressive honey brown eyes,

That afternoon, Billy’s sister emailed again. Subject: URGENT – Modeling Opportunity Dear Ms. Hathaway, Following up again. I believe my aesthetic matches the elegance of your brand perfectly. I would love to be featured in your NYC spring collection. Let me know how to proceed! Anne didn’t respond right away. Instead, she opened Bella’s photo folder, swiped through a few snaps from the Eiffel Tower, the beach in Nice, the tiny Christmas tree they decorated in Italy… She looked exactly the same. Beautiful. Proud. Cold.

Gu Xi looked at the coquettish lady as if she was confused. She finally understood why Ruan Meng’er mentioned that they looked alike. Similar to Gu Xi, the lady had a pair of cat’s eyes, but the corners of her eyes were slightly higher, which made her look seductive. All in all, the lady’s beauty was considered above average. “Hello, Miss Gu, I’m Annie, a model from Yan’s company,” Before Xing Beiyan could say a word, Annie stood up to introduce herself in a friendly manner. “Oh…” Gu Xi responded plainly but was actually cursing to herself, ‘Motherf*cker.