Artemis Aesthetic Novels & Stories

She said, and I smiled, taking a step back to look at myself in the mirror. I fixed up the small broche that was in my hair, it was a scorpion one, and ensured that my jewelry was adjusted properly before taking a step back just as I heard Arturo walking inside the room. Seeing him, the stylist, hairdresser, and makeup artists walked out of the room, leaving us alone. I turned around to look at him and he smiled, crossing his arms over his chest as he held a small blue bag in his hand.