Bianca Lawson 90s Novels & Stories

Stop overthinking this! Toni smiled at her as Bianca walked into her once again empty beauty salon. To Bianca's surprise, Toni's hair was still the same color as the last time she saw her, but she did have it up in this geisha style, big elaborate hair combs and all, though she'd passed on the white makeup. Bianca smiled, gesturing at the 'do. "Looks good. I seriously doubt now you'll ever find a style that doesn't fit you, Toni."

Bianca stares at it, her lips curling in disgust. The staff immediately starts to remove her clothes…. Bianca's eyes follow her every move. She just hopes it is not what she is thinking… The staff parts at the nearly arranged disguise. A faded sweatshirt. A pair of loose jeans. Old sneakers with creased soles. A dull blonde wig, cheap nerd glasses, and a baseball cap. Her throat tightens. “What,” she hisses, “is this?” The staff swallows hard, wringing her hands. “Mr. Houston’s orders. He said it was necessary for discretion.”

this way when he wakes up, he would be glad none of it was real. “Bianca....is that....is that really you?...I thought...I thought you were on vacation....” Bianca grabbed the sheet and pulled over her. The shock she had in her eyes at first was gone and replaced with embarrassment. All these while, she imagined this moment, the moment when Lawrence finally learn she was playing him and fucking his friend. But now that it was finally happening, she suddenly felt a bit of regret and shame. Her shoulder slumped and she stared down at the sheet.

I just needed to focus on my exams. “What are you smirking at?” Bianca suddenly snapped. I looked up to see her approaching, Jessica on her heels. She wore an all pink tracksuit today with giant hoop earrings that swung side to side as she walked. “Nothing,” I replied, gripping the strap of my bag. “Besides, it’s none of your business.” “Hm.” Bianca stopped in front of me, arms folded. “So. I heard about your little heroine act the other day. How quaint.”

It was more like drawing a dagger. "Tell me you two aren't doing what I think you're doing," Bianca said. Even though it was a weekend, she was dressed in a nice, pink blouse and a dark navy skirt. She had her near-black hair tied back in a severe bun. She'd done her makeup, as well, making her angular features appear almost devastatingly beautiful. I felt very much like a turd she'd found on the stairs. "Tell me this isn't what it looks like," Bianca repeated. I paused. I didn't know what to say, except to parrot it back. "It isn't what it looks like," I said. Like that was going to make a difference.