Novel & Cerita Chloe Bourgeois Miraculous

The wedding hall was bathed in a harsh, blinding light. The emcee smiled brightly and handed the microphone to Alice. "Come on, let the bride change how she addresses you. She should call you Mom. The gift is just symbolic—10,000 dollars with best wishes!" I held the wine glass in my hand, ready to propose a toast. Alice sat in her chair, eyelids half-lowered, clutching the money without moving a muscle. "Ten thousand? That's history."

She opens her wardrobe and pulls out a stunning black nude classic dress. Chloe had fallen asleep in the tub. The water had reached the top of her neck, and it was running out of the bathtub. She felt herself slipping down a little, and a little water entered her nose before she could wake up. 'Wouldn't it be more fun to drown than go on a date with him? Ah, what am I even thinking about today? Whatever happens in my life is not worth killing myself over.' Chloe thought and got out of the tub. She recklessly pulls the towel from the hook and ties it around her before leaving her bathroom.

But deep down, he knew that the truth, when it finally came to light, might be more than he was prepared to handle. The next morning, Chloe decided to visit Alex. She dressed meticulously, knowing that her appearance would speak volumes. Chloe believed that her presence alone commanded attention and respect, and today was no exception. She wore a sleek, figure-hugging dress, her hair styled to perfection. As she approached the house, her heart pounded with anticipation. The massive estate loomed ahead, its grandeur a testament to Alexander’s wealth and status. It was a place Chloe had always considered her own, even though she knew she was nothing more than an outsider in this world.

Real. After a few minutes, the door creaked open again. I looked up. And forgot how to breathe. Chloe stood there, the lavender fabric floating around her like it had been made just for her. Her curls framed her face, and her cheeks were flushed with something close to embarrassment. “I, um... I can’t reach the zipper,” she whispered, turning slightly to show me the half-zipped back. A small gasp escaped from my lips. Her body was hard to resist. Super smooth and beautiful.

And for now, I’d like to keep it that way. “What do you think?” Chloe comes out of my bathroom and does a little spin, letting her beautiful golden hair flow down around her. She looked stunning in her maxi mint green gown and golden accessories. The front has a sweetheart neckline, off the shoulders, and no straps with a light white lace pattern of flowers embedded on some of the front and around half the waist. “You look amazing, babe, truly.” I smile. She looks at me and frowns, seeing me still in my comfy tracksuit and shirt. “Why haven’t you gotten ready yet?”

On the other side, the enormous shopping mall was bustling with people. The countless brand-name counters, illuminated by the dazzling lights from the ceiling, reflected off the polished marble floors, making the whole mall even more glamorous. Chloe and Florence stopped in front of a women's clothing brand counter. Standing side by side, the two presented a stark contrast: Florence was glamorous and eye-catching, while Chloe had a more subtle and elegant look. Florence's "princess" image immediately made Chloe appear as a mere backdrop.

She stood in front of the camera, elegantly presenting her work. “I’m Carina Morrison, founder of Astraeus… Our debut show will be at the Beverly Hilton. It’s going to be a show that redefines tradition…” My hands were shaking. I fumbled for my phone and dialed Lorenzo. “Lorenzo, turn on the TV!” “What?” “Now! The fashion channel!” A few minutes later, Lorenzo’s shout came through the phone. “Chloe! That’s my Chloe!” Chloe appeared on screen, too. She was in a black power suit, looking like a CEO.

“Does it hurt, princess?” Chloe’s nostrils flared. Her pride was burning. She reached for the wine-colored dress Mira had been admiring and snatched it from the rack. “This?” Chloe said loudly, waving the dress. “She was trying to steal it! Staff! Someone come here now!” Immediately, a young worker rushed over, startled. “Ma’am, what’s going on?” Chloe pointed at Mira. “She was trying to take this dress! She can’t afford it. She’s a poor country girl whose husband left her!”

Beep the call ended. The velvet rope was open as they made their way. Grace’s face grinned brightly as her arms wrapped around her husband… Desmond. Inside, the hall buzzed with movement. Designers hovered around their pieces. Investors observed. Conversations layered over each other in a quiet competition. And beneath it all… one name echoed. SG. I slid into the seats upstairs. It was indeed a big event meant to showcase fashion. My eyes glanced through the entire hall. From here, everything was visible.

that scent… I quickly avert my eyes not wanting to be caught staring as I whisper my thoughts to a lady standing next to me in obvious shock. Who is the young man and why is everyone gathering to somewhat greet him as he entered. Looking at me as though I have two heads she replies softly, he’s Elias Vermontary the CEO of the Vermontary Enterprise. My breath gets caught in my throat and for a moment I can’t move, my hands are trembling slightly as I loose my composure. An unsettling mix of confusion and fear grip me as everything feel surreal and distant. I can’t believe I spilled ice tea on my to be boss, I’m definitely not bagging this job I say hopelessly to myself as tears threatened to