Cindy Mello Novels & Stories

Danika Williams I called Elizabeth as I started getting ready but I was a mess. I didn’t understand what was appropriate to wear, how much makeup was appropriate to apply or how high my shoes can be. Elizabeth is great with such things. Parents love her, she is very respectful and sweet. “Oh thank god Elizabeth.” I breathe out as the call connects on the last ring. “Yello! Who this?” I hear a childish voice but it was a woman I could tell. “Danika here. I need to talk to Elizabeth.” I say as I go through the clothes in my walk in closet.

Christopher added. Cindy was still shouting for Christopher to come out and talk to her. Meanwhile, people in the mall were already taking videos of her. "Christopher!!! I am giving you two minutes to come here or I will do something drastic!!" Cindy shouted looking around the mall. At that moment, some worker had gone to stop her. "Please, ma! You need to stop. You are disturbing other customers in the mall." The girl who walked to her said. "It is your mother that you are talking to. If you know what is good for you then you better get Christopher and your boss out here.!!" Cindy said and pushed the lady away.

It was what I was supposed to do when dancing with someone from a higher station than myself. Mr. Irson flushed slightly and I realized that I'd just paid him a compliment. I'd just thanked him not as a servant, but as a superior. Sophie motioned the woman inside the room while Mr. Irson headed out. “Zoey, this is Claudia Rigel,” Sophie said, motioning to the woman. “The best designer in Paradisa.” “Oh, you flatter me,” the woman replied, but she did not blush. Instead, she turned and looked me over. “Strip, please.”

Cindy is such a nice person. She makes me feel absolutely welcome as we stroll along next to each other in one of the most expensive shopping districts in the city. It’s as if I’m with a friend. We don’t talk about the proposal Mr. Merriweather has made to me. We really don’t talk about him much at all, except for when Cindy says how nice he is and how glad she is to work for him. She says he’s the best boss she has ever had, the best boss she could hope for. She also says not to worry about spending too much money, that Mr. Merriweather will be disappointed if I don’t get everything I want.

This time Cindy revealed an annoyed smile. "There's one more thing, Linda." Cindy walked over to Linda. "You should remember that the director disparages your designs as having no charm, no creativity. So it's not surprising that they chose Winter Love over Melody. This means... I really have talent. You should be careful. If I'm interested, I'll take your place." Cindy said confidently and walked away with a haughty smile, leaving an angry Linda with clenched fists. Cindy left without looking back at Linda to see her reaction.

Cindy bit her lip. “Chester, I… I can’t get any film or advertisement offers lately. Even the songs I sang have been taken down from all major platforms. I haven’t had income for three months.” Chester watched Cindy, who was in front of him. For some reason, Eliza’s face flashed across his head. Cindy and Eliza were both Felix Media’s artists. One of them was Jewell Corporation’s shareholder. Even before then, Eliza did a great job in filming in the past. She was brave and sharp.

She gritted her teeth so hard her jaw ached, and in a flash, she yanked her phone from her pocket and dialed a number she’d long kept buried. The line clicked alive. “You want your revenge, don’t you?” Cindy hissed into the receiver. “With Luciano in New York…” Her eyes glinted with venom. A smirk spread over her face like poison blooming on silk. “Don’t you think it’s finally time to go to Mr. MORREL?”

She looked at him. “Yes, ma’am.” He paid for them and left staring at Cindy as he went. She floated across the floor dancing as she went straightening up everything and humming. Mrs. Dowdell just laughed as she did it and continued to work as well. On her break, Cindy sent out a group message to Kelly, Amber, Isabella, and Jessica. “I have a date. You won’t believe me who it is, so I’ll send photos later, if I can.” “What?” Kelly wrote back. “You…Cindy Henderson…have a date??!!”

Cindy said to Melissa as she bent down to pick up the files on the ground, and immediately she was done picking them up; she ran off. Knowing exactly who she was, Melissa stared at her for some minutes before shaking her head in disbelief and walking inside Henry's office. "What the hell is wrong with her? Why was she rushing like that as if she wanted to go and stop a ticking bomb?" Melissa asked Henry as she made her way into Henry's office before closing the door.

RIGHT? If your jaw dropped at “Melissa invited me,” then imagine how Luneth feels right now—with her glam dress, ruined makeup, and a mother hugging her husband like it’s reunion season. Comment below if you trust Cindy or if you think this is about to be a betrayal with a capital B. I’m watching you, silent readers. Don’t make me pull a Maljore stare on y’all. COMMENT.