Blue Rain Francesca's Novels & Stories

I don't hate bright colours but her choice of colour is extraordinary. Scarlette was standing behind her, typing nonchalantly on her phone and she had her “I'm angry so fuck off” expression on her face. She looked beautiful in pigtails though. "You're either a pink curse or a pink virus," Taffy said immediately as we got to them. Apple blushed and giggled. I've noticed that she doesn't easily get upset or let anything disturb her blissfulness. It could be that or it could be my imagination. "Oh Sugar Blue, don't you look precious today,"

The blonde girl had one arm wrapped protectively around her body so that her hand caressed her hip, while the other played nervously with a well-glossed lip. 'What do you think?’ Clare asked, stepping back from the canvas so that Francesca could have a better view. She was blinking rapidly, obviously fighting back tears. ‘It’s not that bad is it?' Clare joked nervously. Francesca shook her head vehemently, but it was too late. The flood-gates burst open and suddenly tears were streaming down her prettily made-up face, rivers of salt water stained blue and pink with mascara and powder. Her shoulders shook as she stood there, desperately trying to stem the flow with her little hands.

Lucas seemed to have beautiful ladies for everything, she thought. "Drinks?" Scarlett offered. The woman smiled as she nodded. "My name is Francesca, and these are my assistants," she said, pointing to the men behind her. "We have a long way to go as regards your appearance for tonight, so I suggest that we begin now," she continued. "Of course," Scarlett said, and they led her to the dressing mirror as she submitted to their magic, which she was convinced would take a lot of time. She called the children while she was about to try on the first dress, and Callan seemed more enthusiastic to hear from her this time. Claire had come down with a cold and Scarlett promised that she would be home

"But Sarah's really stunning now." "Yeah, lots of people in our circle want to pursue her." "Remember last month's charity gala?" "Of course, she wore that royal blue evening gown and danced the opening dance." "The way her skirt twirled when she spun was mesmerizing..." Henry certainly remembered. That night Sarah was extremely happy. She kept talking to him non-stop, showing off her new dance steps. Charlotte suddenly pushed the door open. "Henry."

She just had one question though. How did Cesar find out blue was her favorite colour!?

Blue for the bright blue sky, blue for the ancient Virgin Queen Mary, blue for the Moon goddess, blue for the clear crisp waters of rebirth, blue for a new glorious beginning. She smiled, her gaze flitting all over his face. He was beautiful and he was hers, her soon to be husband. Her smile widened. "You can ogle him later. Raphaela, concentrate." Antonio communicated to her through the mind link, seeming amused. Her smile disappeared and she straightened, clearing her throat. Lorenzo glanced slightly at her.

She says, and I grin, taking all of them in. Blu has sky blue hair, with an eyes that match, I think secretly, she likes her hair, and the colour blue, she'll never admit it though. She has a rascal kind of dress sense, more of street style, a dressing that says I don't care, but looks so beautiful and the amount of time she put into deciding shows she cares.

Tristan was by his mother for the weekend which was great because I needed a little space for girl time. "I'm thinking blue is the best bet for me," Erica told us pointing at a puffy blue dress on her laptop screen. "Uh, no blue is such a Quinceada vibe. I think red is much more classy. What do you think Emma?" Victoria said to me. "Uh um, I agree with Erica, but a royal blue. It's more classy than the light blue." I told them jumping out of my thoughts. "Great, someone has taste." Erica laughed.

Though I can say that this lady in front me has the same level as that woman I pointed earlier in appearance. "Y-you're lying!" Her expression is a little pissed but her cheeks arw burning. "Why would I?" I started walking to that lady. "Excuse me." I politely said and wore my smile. I gave them a warm smile. "I'm Blue and I'm looking at you since earlier. I find you really attractive." "Oh, my. To think that I would be able to catch your attention. It's my pleasure. I'm Bianca." I'm not really interested.

Daiji continued, introducing the pair of Kitsune flanking them with a jerk of his head in each of their directions. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, girl. Get any angrier and you’ll be as crimson as my nails,” Navin spoke…and wiggled her fucking fingers in my face. “I got them done just before we left to come here. I wanted yellow, but I figured Soaré would be wearing the color.”