Charli D'amelio 2020 Novels & Stories

On Chaim's back, there were also a few clear and distinct finger marks. Who else could it be? "I should get dressed." Amelie did not want to discuss the results of last night's battle earlier! At seven ten in the morning, makeup artist was already waiting outside. Amelie let them in and started her day of makeup work. In a moment, Chaim also came down. The makeup artist were all very professional, they did not dare make the slightest mistake. Amelie was dressed in a dark red qipao today, and her figure had been preserved very well. Julio was also dressed very well, and the temperament of the former President and First Lady could not be ignored.

She said as she stomped to the bedroom and slammed the door behind her. The worst part about this is that she has to go to the wedding. Hundreds of photographers and media personnel are going to be there. Danika has to present herself as the perfect daughter, she doesn’t want her family to be in a gossip column like the Kardashians. I didn’t know how to help her out now that we aren’t together anymore. I don’t know what the rules are. I don’t know if I can still tell her if doing something is a good idea or not. Like agreeing to help her mother out with the seating arrangement at the wedding.

Her name was Amelia", I told Charlie. "That is a very nice name. Where is she? Maybe you can stalk her in i*******m and see what she is upto? Maybe she is already married and had many kids. Where is his son by the way? Does she has the sole custody?", asked Charlie. "No she is dead Charlie", I told her. "Oh! May she rest in peace. But I don't think she is your competition anymore Ziva", said Charlie.

The women to my left, Lana and Marissa… are deep in postmortem of last week’s charity gala, which apparently was a disaster because the caviar ran out before the second course. Across from me, Simone is on her third espresso martini and holding court as always. “I swear, this Nico Morel—” All eyes swing to her. It’s the name everyone’s been waiting for. “—I mean, Morel-Hale now, officially. Did you see the photos? My god, Charles’s little swimmers were working overtime that year.” A ripple of laughter, the kind that’s half cattiness, half genuine admiration reserved for rich powerful men.

Alexander was here. This was going to be bad. I stared down at Chiara. She was just as impaled as I was, but not as angry. Amelia was now moving elegantly toward us, swirling a glass of champagne in her hand. She got closer and stopped directly in front of me. I dropped my previously draped arm and curled it into fists. “A good night to you, Jaxon.” She tittered and let her gaze stray to Chiara. Chiara gave her a sweet smile.

Amelia. She stood slightly apart from Matteo's group, near a towering abstract painting. She was wearing a dress of deep emerald green, a color she had never worn for me. Her hair was styled differently, swept up in an elegant twist that exposed the graceful line of her neck. She held a champagne flute, listening to some dignitary with a polite, detached smile that didn't reach her eyes.

“Just a timeline. Something—anything—I can tell these brands so they don’t assume you’re ghosting again.” Valeria looked back through the glass doors into the suite. Kc had turned in the sheets, one arm now stretched across where she’d been lying. He looked peaceful. Safe. She exhaled. “Maybe… two more weeks?” Kim let out a relieved breath. “Perfect. I can work with that. Gives us time to ease you in. But… there is one thing.” Valeria groaned playfully. “Kim…” “There’s a charity gala. Next weekend. New York. Vogue Foundation’s hosting. It’s for a campaign supporting young models from conflict zones. They asked specifically for you. They want you to speak.”

She turned to face the person who had collided with her, and her eyes widened in surprise as she took in the enthusiastic expression of Charlie Fraser, daughter of billionaire Alexander Fraser. Before Autumn could utter a word of apology, Charlie let out a high-pitched squeal, her eyes shining with excitement as she violently shook Autumn's arms. "Oh my gosh, I love your Dannel dress! Is this the unreleased version? Oh my gosh, it is! How did you get it?" Charlie's questions tumbled out in rapid succession, her gaze demanding answers.

Her last statement finally let the angry tigress out of the bag. Amelia watched Alexa as she sat on the highly honoured chair with her VVIP card right in the front row while she had to seat with new models. What an insult! A whole EVA sitting with upcoming models while Alexa was sitting with A models. “That was not according to the plan. You messed things up!” Charlie let go off his smile and her arm at the same time. He fumed at the manner she did not even throw a glance at him like he was garbage. “I did? Oh please.....what am I suppose to do? Make her to see you. You can see she did not even spare a gaze at you, this means that her trust and love for you is gone! ”

Marcos asked, before she allowed him to come in. From her room, Amelia could already hear the people in the celebration. At that moment, Amelia was wearing a long black dress that marked her figure, a square neckline as part of the design of the same dress, her blonde hair was up in a formal manner, ring in some of her fingers, expensive necklaces around her neck and a smooth makeup that marked her natural beauty. “Are they ready?” She asked without looking at Marcos. “Valeria and her sons haven’t arrived.” “So, I don’t think it’s the right moment to come down and introduce ourselves to the people.”