Bianca Lawson 90s Novels & Stories

"Wait and see. Isn't that the phrase haha?" "How come I know who you are?" Bianca sounded exasperated. "It's because you love me." "Whatever, I don't have your time." The door opened and Bianca walked out looking stunning in a red strapless short dress that had a v cut on the neck. On the left side of the dress, there was a long opening that showed her beautiful long legs that every girl would die to have. Lying around her neck as though it was meant just for her was a beautiful blue ornate necklace with gold studs which glittered against the bright light. Her feet were covered with a matching set of blue and red color heels and a one piece anklet adorned her leg.

I decided to stay at the cabin tonight then go to work straight from here in the morning. I was waiting in my office for Jace when there was a loud knock on the door. I knew Jace wouldn't knock, so I opened it and was surprised to find Bianca on the other side of the door dressed like she was heading to a nightclub at 9 am in a red, very short, skintight dress with her tits hanging out. I couldn't help but think how different she was from Sienna. She pushed past me into my office while I tried to pick my jaw up off the floor.

That evening, Esme met her high school class mate Bianca. "Esme, how have you been?" Bianca asked excitedly. Bianca is what they call a goth chic. Black clothes, piercings, and tattoos. She was more like a guy than a girl. Esme was never girlish too, so she used to get along with Bianca better than other queen bees. "Bianca? What happened to you?" Esme asked with surprise. Dark clothes, piercings all gone. She is now wearing a suit and looks as professional as they get.

Bianca laughed anxiously. "I'll be there, Bianca. Be ready." As I hung up, I couldn't help but smile. I try to act really tough around Bianca because I don’t want her having any ideas. The “no strings attached” was something I'd like to keep in check. * I arrived at Bianca's location in record time, and we set off for a shopping spree. As we browsed through the upscale boutique, Bianca's eyes widened at the exquisite designs. I spotted a stunning gown that would perfectly complement her beauty, she tried it on and it fit perfectly, her curves and figure were all out. Exactly what I wanted and decided to get it for her.

“Please go away.” They exchanged glances, undeterred. “Are you related to Bianca Sebastiani? We’re her fans,” the other one gushed. Bianca. My twin sister. Fashion influencer. The golden child preparing to become junior creative director at Clothes Over Bros. The one who could do no wrong. Paris fashion week, glowing reviews, our aunts Annaliese and Andreina singing her praises as if she were the reincarnation of our great-grandmother Bianca Sebastiani herself.

My heart races as I wonder what they could be doing at such an event. "We've been attending every event we can since you left to be with Luca," Bianca leans over and whispers in my ear, her breath hitting my skin as she suddenly stands up straight beside me. She looks absolutely stunning today, wearing a wine-coloured dress that hugs her newly acquired curves in all the right places and flows elegantly down to the floor. I can't help but marvel at how much she's changed in the past year—her once-fragile frame has filled out, and she exudes a newfound confidence that is both alluring and intimidating. She looks the part, of course; her skin has always been sunkissed, and though her hair isn't

The smile faded fast the second he clocked her empty hands. Bianca and her mother, Regina, lounged on the sofa like royalty. The second Isla walked in, Bianca zeroed in on her outfit a plain T-shirt that happened to be this season's Gucci, jeans that looked ordinary but were clearly expensive if you knew what to look for, and worse the bag. A limited-edition Chanel. The kind of piece that sold out within hours, regardless of budget. Bianca's eyes went wide.

"Okay, so the immaculate wardrobe makes total sense now. You were literally raised in a mall." ​"Pretty much," Bianca said, a dry, amused smirk touching her lips. "I spent my entire childhood running through department stores. Coming here and dealing with people like the girl in 303 is definitely a cultural shift. My dads would have had Phiona banned from the property for that bleached hair alone." ​"Phiona," I supplied, rolling my shoulders back. "Talia found out her name from the floor registry. She's definitely committed to the villain arc." ​"She's committed to being miserable," Bianca corrected smoothly, unrolling her shoulders.

The early morning sun barely cut through the thick New York fog when Bianca’s phone buzzed on her vanity table. She was already dressed in a sharp charcoal-grey pantsuit, hair pulled back in a tight chignon. She stared at her laptop screen, jaw clenched, watching the red lines of the pre-market stock drop stare right back. She picked up on the first ring, expecting an update from her legal team. "Bianca Barley."

And it was true; I wouldn't stop until I knew who this stranger was and how he got to know about Lisa. Bianca stepped into my office, half-naked as usual. Her attire was always revealing, a reminder that she was nothing like Lisa. Even if she dolled herself up or underwent plastic surgery, she could never surpass Lisa's beauty. Lisa's beauty was one of a kind—so stunning that I often wondered if she held a special place in God's heart to be created that way. Even without makeup or expensive dresses, she'd win the title of the world's most beautiful queen.