Dressed In Yellow She Said Hello Novels & Stories

It was very pleasant to feel the drops of water fell on every part of her body, and the fragrance of the fabulous shower gel that is made of unique flowers filled the bathroom which made her clear her thoughts while she was thinking about how she's going to spend the rest of her day. After taking the shower, she brushed her long wavy hair with a wooden hairbrush and then leave it to dry naturally. She went to her closet and chose a comfortable outfit -- a faded jeans and a white blouse. As she was checking herself out on the full-length mirror, her phone vibrated. She gave her reflection one final look. Satisfied, she picked up her phone. It was her brother Gordon calling. 'What does he want

"I'm not going to run off in the middle of the night. And... I'm nineteen, Greta. I can take care of myself." "I know you can," she says softly, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "You shouldn't have had to, though. That's what breaks my heart." She pauses, taking in my appearance... the yellow dress, my damp hair clinging to my collarbones. A soft, breathless smile touched her lips. "The dress looks beautiful on you. It... yellow was the color I pictured you in when I got the clothes last night." I look down at the fabric, suddenly feeling exposed. "It was in the closet. Everything was."

I sighed and hurried to get ready. I stared at myself in the large mirror in front of me. I was wearing a yellow square collar puff-sleeved short dress. I paired it with white chunky heels. I just let my hair down and grabbed my sling bag. I stopped and looked at what I was wearing again. It’s yellow. Her favorite color and just like her name. I picked up the paper bag with the gift inside. She will get mad if I won’t bring a present for her. I let out a subtle smile because of that thought.

She laughed an⁠d walked towa‍⁠rd a rack⁠ of cl‌‌ot‍hes. ⁠‍ “L‌oo‌k a‍t t‍his!”‍ She held‍ up a t‌iny yellow dres⁠s. “Isn’t this adorable?” I smil‌ed despi⁠te m⁠yself. “It‌ is.”‍ “I‌nto t‍he⁠ baske⁠t‍.” “‌N‍o.” S‌h‍e frowned. “‍W⁠hy‍?”

She only would have told me if it was super important. "On another note,” I lightened the mood. “Why on Earth am I in a yellow dress? I hate yellow!” She laughed at my appalled expression, “Because you actually look good in yellow. You just don’t wanna wear it.” I couldn’t help but laugh with her. She was a very bright likable person. The world around me started to dissolve, and I abruptly stopped laughing, giving her a shocked look. “It’s time for you to go, my child,” she took my hand with a sad smile. “Remember

“They’re in their element.” I say looking at her. She smiles waving at Mina and Jon; they wave excitedly back at her. “How are you?” She asks looking at me, she’s smiling at me. I wonder if she knows how beautiful her smile is. “I’m alright and you?” I say taken aback by how beautiful she looks. She’s wearing a yellow top and blue jeans. The yellow makes her skin glow in a mesmerizing way. Her long braids framing her face beautifully, they go all the way to her bum giving her a soft look.

Saliha thought. “Hunza, hurry,” she wrote. “Oh okay, wear yellow,” Hunza said. She looked at her wardrobe and there was the beautiful yellow dress. She has not worn it even once. “Oh thank you Hunza, it’s wonderful. See you in the morning,” she wrote and put the phone down. She raised her hand to get the dress from the wardrobe. She received a message from an unknown number. She opens the chat. “Wear any color other than yellow or else I will set it on fire,” she read under her breath.

She caressed her arms like she really is having goosebumps. I didn’t mean to but I laughed out loud at what she said. Luna is wearing a yellow sundress like she’s just going to the beach, while I settled for a yellow turtle neck and black dress that flows down my ankle. “Why yellow?” I asked her, “We look like bunches of baby ducks.” “I don’t know. I’m just disseminating memos. Better than when we’re sophomores.” She says. “Why? What color did you wear?”

He walks out shutting the door softly. I woke up the next morning and open my door, her’s is open and I hear her moving around inside. I softly knock on the open door, “good morning beautiful,” I say softly, leaning on the door frame. She spins around and she looks radiant, wearing a golden yellow dress, with green leaves dancing around the bottom, her smile is just as bright and her cheeks flush pink.

it smelled like my perfume. The brown luxurious door creaked open as soon as its gold handle clicked, cutting off my thoughts. I turned around to see a lady walk in. She was dressed in cute yellow dress that made her look really young. her blonde hair was tied up into a bun and her feet were in sandals. She had cute big brown eyes, her nose was small and sharp and her pink lips were thin. "good morning madam" she said, bowing her head. Madam? what was she talking about?