Harry Styles As Marcel の小説・ストーリー

Before Abree could open her mouth the door opened and Raphaël stepped in, wearing his one colour piece suit and his hair slicked back with gel then another man walked in. Marcello. His hair was longer than before as he styled it in a man bun. He wore a plain black long sleeved shirt and jeans. My attention immediately dropped to his hand. His left hand was replaced with a prosthetic one and he covered it with a glove. I lift my gaze and we lock eyes. "Marcello!" Abree yelled jumping from her seat and running towards him then threw herself onto him. Marcello froze then relaxed as he wrapped his arm around her and smiled.

maybe it was because Valery felt scared that Arthur found out. "What are you apologizing for, I can't accept an apology before you do something for me." Marcel crossed his arms in front of his chest as his white skin contrasted with his black shirt and golden brown hair. "Do one thing? What do you mean?" Valery didn't understand what Marcel was saying, how he was asking her to do one thing when she had only been formally introduced to him today.

Two hours passed and Harriet is ready to bring down this beauty palace. "What the hell did you do to my hair? Where are my edges? This looks horrible." She screamed, tugging at the extreme end of the black silly weavon. "You said you wanted a style that will cover the baldness of your front hair." The fair-skinned stylist raised her hands in gesticulation. "It is your entire head that will be bald." Harriet spat with nose flared in anger and irritation. "I'm sorry ma'am, but I just did what you told me to do." The stylist frowned.