Bianca Lawson Age Novels & Stories

A maid walked towards her with smile on her face “They are here”,her eyes widened ,her cheeks flushed at the awareness of their presence. She stood up and dust off her cloth They both bent down and walked through the back door to her room “Where are they”she asked with so much enthusiasm in her voice. “They are in the living room” the maid(Bianca)appears to be the same age with her ,around thirteen years “What about that dress I kept separately”she eagerly asked bianca She rushed hurriedly to the wardrobe and gave it to her both of them both grinning ear to ear.

It consisted of a short white skirt and a white backless top with a collar and a V-neck design. Everyone was in the backyard, even my boyfriend. He was in a corner speaking—flirting with my cousin Bianca. Tommaso was never loyal, and I knew that, but he could at least mask his infidelity by refusing to engage with the cousin who hated me most. Bianca was twenty-four, one year older than me, but she had this perception that we were in competition. We both chose to pursue law as a career, and she was mad that I got into a prestigious university and had surpassed her in my career.

As she neared, Luna suddenly stepped forward and pulled Bianca into an overly affectionate hug. "Oh, Bianca!" Luna crooned, her voice dripping with sweetness. Noah's arm extended with a flourish, his tone ingratiating as he introduced Bianca to a tall man in uniform. "Officer Chandler, this is my other darling daughter, Bianca. She's not only courageous but also kind and upright. Not long ago, she even worked with the police and went undercover to help take down a group making illegal videos. Such a brave girl, isn't she?" "Say, my eldest is getting married soon, but my youngest is still single. I'd be so relieved if she could find a good match. Don't you have a younger son who's still avail

I thanked him. "I agree." Mason spoke and I turned to face him with the same smile still on my lips. "Should we go?" Rowan asked after a few minutes. "Where is Lorenzo?" I questioned him, looking around the three of them to find any trace of his muscular figure. But then, Bianca, walked to us. She is wearing a black off the shoulder glitter Corset mini dress. Her blonde hairs are left open and her nails are painted white. She looks good with that model like figure and pretty blue eyes.

"You must study hard, Anna Lawson. After all, someone like you who's destined to be a pauper was born to work for wealthy people like me," Bianca Walters said. I knew I had been reborn when Bianca's loathsome voice reverberated in my ears. I had been brought back to the day when my so-called best friend told everyone that she had managed to earn seven million dollars through her own business. The pain of all my bones shattering into a million pieces after I jumped off the building still lingered.

Barry asked Ligaya, the receptionist with an angry look. " She told me that she has a photo shoot to advertise a cream, that's why I let her in " Ligaya replied. " Did you call the boss's office before letting her in? " He asked her. " No sir. I was about to do it before she left in a hurry. I'm sorry " Ligaya knew that she was wrong. " You should know what to tell the boss when he comes out, " Barry said and left. Bianca Bernado has been the top model in Ricardo's modeling company. She is a 26 years old spoiled child. Bianca is a good definition of beauty.

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! Lucas can't forget about Bianca, and now that Bianca has been abandoned by the wealthy businessman, she wants to reconcile with Lucas. The article didn't mention Bianca's name, but it clearly stated where Bianca works, her hometown, her parents' situation, age, height, weight, blood type, and even her bra and shoe sizes.

“Isn’t he supposed to be engaged? To Bianca, right?” Scarlett shrugs, but her smile tightens. “Yeah, Bianca. What about her?” I lean back in my chair, swirling the wine in my glass before launching into what I know Scarlett’s been curious about. “Honestly, Bianca fits the socialite mold to a T. She’s thirty, model-turned-beauty influencer, with a following that could fill stadiums. Designer dresses that look like they’ve been stitched by angels, flawless I*******m grids, charity galas that scream exclusivity. Basically, she’s the poster child for ‘perfect public image.’”

She snapped. "Show me the dresses," Bianca told the woman. "Sure, Miss." The woman bowed her head at Bianca and turned to her, "Sorry, ma'am, but Miss Bianca is going to be Mr DeLuca's wife. I'm sorry. My assistant will attend to you later." The woman said. Bianca flashed her wicked smile. She gestured at the woman to pick all the dresses she chose for herself. "Ma'am," A teenage girl in a red midi dress smiled at her nervously.

, Isabella confessed honestly, not seeing any reason to hide the truth from her. Bianca and Isabella have been friends since the first day she moved into this house. She lived in a small rented apartment and Bianca was her neighbor next door. They met at night when Isabella and her family had arrived at their new home; That day, Bianca had offered to help out to carry in their luggage after she had mistakenly bumped into her brother, Ethan. Bianca is just the opposite of Isabella, She’s one year older than Isabella but looks more young and well packaged. She is a tall, slim young Italian white lady with straight brown hair that cascaded down her waist level and beautiful hazel eyes that made