Bianca Lawson 90s Novels & Stories

I growled as I pursued her and left Elmira staring into space, with her jaw hanging. She recovered herself and started wearing her own outfit while the two of us ran around the house. Elmira was almost done with my makeup when Sasha ran in, begging her to do hers before my mom and the other women arrived. Violet and Bianca went to their own apartments to get ready because for Violet’s really pale like skin and platinum blonde hair, she would need her professional beautician’s touches. She usually modeled for color contrast and was sought after for her skin and her violet colored iris. Bianca loved her sleep and she didn't want to waste any hour chatting and gossiping while she could catch up

There was very little jewelry, just one of my mother's diamonds on my ears, which I got from the vault where Antonio stored my family properties, nothing flashy. I just wanted to feel light and free, my hair was pulled back loosely, a few strands framing my face. When I looked at myself, I saw a woman who had fought through a lifetime of darkness, a woman who carried scars, but also new hope. The door opened softly, and Bianca stepped in, she moved slowly, she was still healing from that terrible night. But her eyes were bright, and a gentle smile touched her lips and she wore a light blue dress that made her look elegant.

Originally, It had only started as a fling with casual sex occasionally but Bianca had wanted more than that. I had really liked Vivian at one point but she was nothing compared to a rich heiress. She was just a trainer at a yoga studio and although she was loyal I needed someone that would help my law firm reach new heights and Bianca could do that. It was ambitious of me but I needed to elevate my status. I was just so tired of being poor.

I was thrilled because my future children would be so beautiful. “So my brother proposed, didn't he?” someone said snapping me back to reality, and upon turning around… I found Bianca standing there in a beautiful sheath light blue strapless dress with a ridiculously deep V-line. It was short and just reaching mid-thigh high, which was nothing to Bianca. She was the diva of the family and the second child, who made her like the queen of the Garcia family. We hugged it elegantly, and she stepped back and scanned my dress. There was a small smirk tugging at the corners of her lips, and I knew she was satisfied.

Bianca shook her head forcefully: "People only believe what they want to believe! They will only smear more and more, he even got more chances to trend! Oh my god, how can they make up such stories!" Bianca suddenly pointed to a long article, the title of which was: "Lucas's Mysterious Girlfriend Exposed: Yoga Instructor, Hot Body, Famous Rich Client Harvester in the Industry". There was an even more unbelievable article that said: Bianca and Lucas were childhood sweethearts, but Bianca left him for a wealthy businessman and had a child!

Wyatt smiled happily. “Sure, let’s.” O’Brian replied with a frown as he could feel that he might have just placed the wrong bet this time around. After another five minutes of waiting the door creaked open as Bianca was the first to step into the room with a blue strapless, low back and glittery dress with a slit on the left side. She completed her look with black heels and a little black bag. Her hair was in a curly left-side updo. “Hello dear boys and girls.” Bianca said smiling elegantly something that came naturally to her.

"You already sound like you're perfect for the job." The sound of someone's tongue clicking grabbed our attention. "I wouldn't be so sure about that." Hilda and I looked up to see Bianca coming down the steps in a luxurious red dress. It hugged her frame like a second skin. She was draped in designer jewelry and had her makeup and hair done. I saw immediately what this was for. It was a power play.

The door to the VIP room was soon opened, and Bianca walked out of it. She wore a long aqua dress, embroidered with diamonds all over. Not only was the dress shiny, but it also outlined her graceful figure perfectly. Her hair, which looked as dark as seaweed, was curled and fell over her shoulders. She seemed like a beauty from the nineties, looking pretty and seductive. Theo's eyes flashed with a burning sensation. He had long since been aware of her beauty. Unlike many other women these days, she had not gone through plastic surgery to have such beauty.

Lorenzo stopped. Bianca had changed into a violet dress. The silk skimmed her body, the cut modest enough to be elegant. On Bianca, that restraint only made it more provocative. On an older woman, it would have looked polished. On her, with that bright, unguarded youth still clinging to her, it became something more dangerous. She walked toward him with her hair loose and her throat bare, holding out the jewelry case with a small, satisfied smile. “Well?” she asked. What followed happened quickly.

When she's through undressing her real face, I'm awed by what's staring back at me. " When I started making money and after Lily, my baby, died, I had to undergo a few facial touch ups. Not a lot, if you're wondering. Did a little cheek job, and lips too. I guess if you wanna disappear after faking your death, you need to go beyond extreme measures to look different. And it worked. I learned how to use make-up and prosthetics, it took a lot of learning, but I still got it." Bianca doesn't look like the Bianca that I know. What's staring back at me is the older and maybe richer and more beautiful version of Gianna Haines.