Novel & Cerita Barbie In A Perfect Christmas

Vexana Jones made sure everyone noticed the luxury watch on her wrist. Cassandra Carter talked about her wealthy husband, who doted on her. Rebecca Jenkins sat there in black-rimmed glasses with the bookish air of a math teacher. They weren't just showing off. They also kept finding ways to get my number. After all, no one expected that the girl who used to be nothing, the girl with that blunt bob haircut back then, would show up driving a Rolls-Royce.

Maya's Pov I woke up to someone jumping on my bed. Again. "Merry Christmas! Get up, get up, get up!" Sophie was worse than a five-year-old on Christmas morning. She wore pajamas with reindeer on them and a Santa hat that kept sliding off her head. "What time is it?" I groaned. "Seven. Come on, we open presents at seven thirty. Family tradition. No exceptions." She bounced out of my room, leaving me alone with my messy hair and complete lack of holiday cheer at this ungodly hour.

The only one who didn’t freeze was the Barbie. She looked at us from over her sunglasses, raising her eyebrows like asking what was wrong with us that we didn’t jump out of the elevator to let her in. I couldn’t help X-raying her. Fake blonde, surgery boobs sort of contained in a top so low cut, it went down almost to her navel, elastic jeans so tight they looked like body-painting and ten-foot high heels. Don’t ask me how my brain works. Already told you it’s a little weird.

"Are you going to wear it?" "Maybe later." I tossed the hat onto a nearby empty chair. "You… that dress…" She looked down, as if she'd forgotten what she was wearing. "Is it too much? Rosa helped me pick it. Said red is the color of Christmas." "It's not too much," I said, too quickly. "It's perfect." The word came out more loaded than I wanted. She blushed, a soft pink rising on her cheeks. My God. "Thank you." She looked around. "Everything is beautiful. It looks like a movie."