Chloe Beale Pitch Perfect Mga Nobela at Kwento

*Lucas cannot ruin this plan. Taking a deep breath, Chloe instantly shifted her strategy. She deliberately tousled her hair, tore the shoulder of her gown until it slumped slightly, and dampened her eyes until she looked like a traumatized, injured victim. With dramatic flair, she jogged toward Lucas and threw herself straight onto his broad chest. "Lucas! Oh God, Lucas... you're finally here!" Chloe burst into tears, intentionally elevating her voice to drown out the surrounding music. Her hands gripped Lucas's shirt tightly, faking a violent tremble.

Chloe was taking her place in the starting like, bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet. The whistle blew, and Chloe moved like a flash. She cleared the first wall in one single fluid motion, barely touching the top of it with her palms before she was over, and hit the rope net at a sprint, scaling it faster than I’d ever seen a person move before, shifter or vampire. Next came the balance beam, and she didn’t just clear it. She ran across it at full speed, arms out for balance, then—literally—did a front handspring off the front and flourished, resulting in cheers, just for fun.

She smiled and said “Miss, this one is perfect. Young Master Philip will like it for sure.” Chloe had not been this happy in a long time. “Really? Will he like it?” Chloe pouted. She could not hide the slight hint of sadness on her face. She looked at the perfect beauty in the mirror. If there was someone else in the room, their jaws would drop at her beauty. This woman was so beautiful! She looked like a fairy! After half an hour, Chloe walked out of the hotel stylishly in a sky blue dress. She had her sunglasses on and was holding an LV purse. Then, she got into the white Bentley that was waiting at the entrance.

She knew the perfect gown for the day, one that would accentuate her feminine charm and complement her hairstyle. Heading towards the inner room that housed her exquisite collection of clothing, Chloe retrieved the peach-colored gown. Its soft hue seemed to mirror the blooming romance between her and Max. With anticipation swirling in her heart, she slipped into the gown, its fabric embracing her figure in all the right ways. As she twirled in front of the mirror, she couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence and excitement for the day ahead. Just as Chloe was preparing to leave the room, her phone began to ring. Kayla's name flashed on the screen, and she swiftly swiped to answer, activa

But she looked radiant. "Oh my god," Sarah whispered. Chloe's mom started crying. Quiet tears streaming down her face. Leighton couldn't speak. Could only stare. Her best friend. Her sister in everything but blood. Looking like a dream. Chloe turned. Faced the mirror. Saw herself. Her hand flew to her mouth. "This is it," she said. Voice breaking. "This is the one." The consultant brought a veil. Pinned it carefully. It cascaded down Chloe's back. Simple. Perfect. Exactly right.

I smile so much today, my lips starting to ache. Chloe comes forward, introduces herself then bows her head, causing even a larger burst of laughter to erupt. Her eyes search the hall before it lands on us, and the biggest smile breaks on her face, replacing the nervous one she was rocking seconds before. She’s so good at it, that it puts me in a trance how solemn it is. I might not be an expert, but whatever she played was truly a masterpiece. When she’s done, the round of applause erupts in the laughter, including ours.

“Get up, Natalie. We’ve got work to do before the wedding starts.” Oliveira set down a tray of steaming tea and fruit. “Eat something first. You’ll faint if you don’t.” I laughed, though my eyes burned with tears. They fussed over me, hugging me, teasing me. Chloe whispered, “I swear, if you don’t make him cry when you walk down the aisle, I’ll do something dramatic just to keep things balanced.” “Like what?” I giggled. “Fall flat on my face,” she said with a straight face, which made all of us burst out laughing.

said Claire . " You should keep your word Claire if you want me to keep mine . " said Chloe . " I always keep my word when I say it . " said Claire and directed the phone towards herself then started to record a video . " Hello everyone ! I am Claire . Chloe challenged me to win these puffs and she will pay me a hundred thousand dollars if I make it but if I fail I will have to kiss her feet in front of the whole school . She is so generous that I do not find it in my heart to turn her down . I promise to kiss her feet in front of the whole school if I fail . What about you Chloe ? " said Claire turning the phone's camera towards Chloe .

I groaned when she held up a neon thing. “This could work… maybe if I were auditioning for a villain role.” I deadpanned and she discarded the crochet top with a whine. “Too much sparkle…” A few minutes later, we settled on a teal strapless midi dress. We vetoes accessories next, then footwears. Halfway through her third meltdown over a pair of boots, I checked my phone. “Tyler just texted me,” I muttered. Chloe groaned. “Ugh, don’t bring him into this. He’s gonna make fun of me.”

Her eyes darted from Lisa’s face to the floor as though caught doing something wrong. “Chloe?” Lisa called softly, trying not to alarm her. “What are you doing here?” The girl’s hands trembled. She shifted the mop nervously and stammered, “I… I… I want to… to speak with madam.” Lisa frowned but stepped aside, gesturing for her to enter. “Come in,” she said gently, closing the door behind her. Chloe, barely twenty, looked like a child caught between guilt and fear. She walked straight to where Bella was seated on the edge of the bed. Without a word, she dropped to her knees, her eyes filling with tears.