Charli D'amelio 2020 Novels & Stories

I wanted to reply, but before I could, she pulled out her phone and played a video on the screen. It was a part of the conference. The camera turned to the reporters, and I saw a brown-haired woman wearing a black hoodie and jeans. It was Charlie. She stood in one of the last rows, but her voice boomed throughout the hall. A faint smile crossed my lips. She barely had any makeup on her beautiful face, which made her look as if she had only graduated from high school. She oozed the confidence able to crush the toughest businessmen and politicians. She was… stunning.

A satisfied smile curled her lips as she observed how the black metallic sequined off-shoulder dress hugged her curves perfectly. The knee-length cut not only made her look stunning but also added a touch of undeniable allure. She deliberately left her wavy hair loose to enhance her bold appearance. Tonight was a special occasion: Chelsea Harrison’s engagement party. Amora intended to attend and present an exclusive gift as a show of her "concern" as a former best friend. The corners of Amora's lips lifted in a cunning manner. She looked at herself in the mirror and muttered, “Chelsea, your event today is going to be very festive. Consider it my reward for your betrayal in the past.”

Dreamers wrote prayers. Even the President’s daughter, Amelia Grace, began trending. Old images of her younger days resurfaced. Her winning smile at age eleven, her championship photo beside her white stallion, the tragic footage of the accident. The world was falling in love with a ghost they had mourned… and pinning their hope on a woman they had nearly burned.

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.

Amari asked and Shirley narrowed her eyes at her. "Oooh, you are a fan too, like Max," Shirley commented and Amelia couldn't help but shake her head doubtfully at the chocolate brownhaired girl. Well, she didn't exactly blame the girl, she had been the one to suddenly refer to her by one of her celebrity status. The girl hadn't been entirely wrong, although she wasn't much of a fan, she3 had watched the girls performance a few times, even her modelling gigs.

“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.”

Victoria POV The room felt like it was closing in on me. Walls lined with designer wallpaper and expensive art suddenly felt suffocating. Screens blared images of them—Maxwell and Amelia—on every channel, across every site. Laughing. Kissing. Holding hands like they were some goddamn royal couple. Charity Gala: The Power Couple of the Year. Is Amelia Cole the Next It-Girl in High Society? Maxwell Cole Defends Lover from Scandalous Barren Rumor—Fans Applaud His Devotion.

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.

" Chantel muttered. "She left in a hurry, I wonder what's wrong with her these days.. I hope she's okay" Laila muttered. Chantel turn quiet with her eyes closed. "Oh no" Laila whispered staring at her phone with shock on her face. "Uhm, Chantel.. you need to see this" Chantel accept the phone from her with a confuse look. Her eyes widened every second as she read each line. DOMINIC WINFREY ANNOUNCED HIS MARRIAGE WITH HIS LOVER CHANTEL MCCARTHY WHICH IS COMMENCING IN THREE DAYS!