Dare To Be Vintage Novels & Stories

I never imagined that vintage style looks good on me. I smiled at my reflection in the mirror as I turned around. Two hours before the party starts and I am here in Cristel's room getting ready. Cristel starts to put some light make-up on my face. "This red lipstick will surely suit your dress," she said then put a color on my lips. This is a vintage make-up for me, and it feels so heavy and uncomfortable. "Can I take it off?" I shyly asked Cristel because obviously, she put a lot of effort into my make-up.

The day after I proposed to my fiancée, she sent me a message out of nowhere saying it was over. I called her over and over, frantic, but she hung up every time. I sent message after message, and she read every one without replying. I even went looking for her, but she was nowhere to be found. It was not until I collapsed onto the couch, completely drained and white as a sheet, that I finally saw a new social media post from her childhood friend. [Only Ellery would actually go through with it. She drew the dare to dump her fiancé cold—no explanation, nothing—and she really did it. Absolute legend!] I read it, then replied to her message: [Got it.]

She said coquettishly, "Charles, do you want to wear a modern or vintage suit? "My dad says he wants a modern suit, so why don't you try a vintage one? With your tall and dignified figure, you'll surely look great in vintage clothing!"

Then she stood up with a gleeful smile and said "I'm done" "Two minutes to spare" Damien the head judge of the council said with an amazed look "Impressive Ms Davis", "Thank you sir" Lorraine replied brimming with excitement "Now, show us your work and tell us about it" Damien instructed Slowly, Lorraine rotated her work and placed it in front of the judges. Instantly, they all gaped in awe, staring unflinchingly at Lorraine's piece. What she had recreated was an outstanding piece of Baroque and Renaissance art, mixed with a tinge of Modern overtones. In plain words, a piece as timeless as the Mona Lisa painting.

It had truly been an embarrassing moment for him. So, after he found out about the news, he immediately had an annoyed look on his face as he said. “What f*cking Vintage Deluxe?! I think they simply want to hype things up. I have been in the antique industry in Aurous Hill for so many years now, so how could I not know of Vintage Deluxe’s level? Not to mention comparing them to top auction houses like Christie’s or Sotheby’s, but even Poly in Oskia is hundreds of times better than it!”

Chapter Four: Zara didn't sleep. She sat on the edge of her bed until three in the morning with her phone in her hand, staring at the same eleven words until they stopped looking like words at all and just became shapes, cold and meaningless, except they weren't meaningless, that was the whole problem. She read them so many times she could probably recite them backward. Careful who you trust, Zara. Ethan Blake's not the first golden boy who liked to slum it with the campus disaster for a while. Ask around about what happened two years ago, too. Some of us remember. All of it.

The town still retained the old look. The structure of most of the houses was old English style, with big arches. Even the architecture of the ranches was influenced by the Vintage English style with cottage like look to the buildings. The town had a museum and a huge library that housed the oldest of manuscripts. While it wasn’t as developed in the olden days, after the late 70’s there was a drastic change.