Romans & histoires Heir Of Atticus Grooming

I also have to be very pretty, this dress is one of a kind. Tho we weren't rich but mom bought this dress at a mall and at a very high price. "Your hair also looks nice. Who styled your hair for you?" Gram asked. I took my hand to my hair. "I did it myself, I learnt how to style it two days ago and I guess it's okay right?" "Yes, it is. It's very beautiful, it looks good on you." Grandma shook her head, a smile lighting her beautiful face. Grandma is a real beauty, my mom got her beauty from her and I got my beauty from my mom, making me twice as beautiful as grandma. Lol. That's what she always says.

“The new-looking brushes were given by Grace. They are expensive. It is costly for grandmother to buy. I didn’t dare to touch them.” “Oh…” his smile disappeared. “It’s getting late and cold you should head back to your room. I’ll escort you back.”

Meanwhile, Cassian held Aurora in his arms, her head resting on his shoulder. "How do you want it?" asked the hairdresser, and Cassian, grimacing, replied, "As long as possible. Her mom is going to kill me one way or another." "I've always just trimmed their hair; it's kid stuff," commented the hairdresser, while Amora remained quiet as he prepared to cut. "Do you want a trim too?" Cassian asked Aurora. "No, Daddy. It's pretty like this," she replied, smiling. Aurora was so calm, Cassian reflected, maybe she had taken after him in that sense.

They occupy rows of pews and there is a small platform with a bench I’m assuming is where I will stand in front of the guests once I take the oath as future Luna of the Greenway Pack. My heart makes a somersaults when I spot Atticus, he looks so manly and handsome in a black tux. When our eyes lock I notice there is sadness in his eyes but before I can react he's demeanor changes and I smile stretched on his lips. It’s rare to see him smile from ear to ear like this, dimples form when he puts on a happy face. I don’t dare to tease him in case he doesn’t want to show me this tender side of him again.

As if to prevent Atticus from changing his mind, the manager swept the two boxes off the table and hurriedly handed them over to the attendant so she could package them properly. Atticus made the payment and we were on our way home. I also got a dinner gown that had an off-shoulder to give room for the jewellery. “Where do I even wear this to?” I asked Atticus as we sat at the back of the car on our way home.

"This won't do. I don't want you to be frightened of me." I open my eyes slowly. Atticus' face is so close I can count his eyelashes and see every speck of gold in his hazel eyes. His blonde hair has grown longer since the school year started and his bangs, which were short and sporty, now brush the tops of his brown eyebrows in large, gentle curls. He isn't just handsome. Atticus Preston is beautiful--too beautiful to be real. "What do you plan to do," I finally speak. "You said you didn't want to be the one and yet..."

I wish Micah wouldn’t pair it with heels. “And this is what your shoes are,” Micah lifts up a pair of black heels at least three centimeters tall. “Do I have to wear this?” I asked her, and she nodded her head. “If I say no?” “Then you’re breaking another promise,” whined Micah. She then points at the necklace that I wore. Which was a blue rose with thorns surrounding it. “Do you have to wear that?” “It found it back at home. It’s my sister’s possession.”

Meanwhile, the custom leather shoes I had bought him—worth thousands—had been left untouched until they gathered dust. He had even criticized my taste, saying the shoes were embarrassing and impossible to wear outside. Back then, I had genuinely believed there was something wrong with my sense of style. Foolish as I had been, I had even humbly asked Chelsea for advice on improving my taste. Looking back, I realized Benjamin simply hated anything I gave him. I kicked the three pairs of shoes aside and walked into the house. The moment I looked up, I saw Chelsea lounging lazily on the couch in my nightgown, watching TV like she owned the place.

I ground out. I turn away from him stepping out of the shower and grabbing a towel wrapping it securely around myself. Walking out of the bathroom and slamming the door shut. 'You don't have clothes.' My wolf reminds me. 'Shit.' 'Umm take some of his clothes.' She suggests. Huffing I agree and open his dresser drawers and pull out a tshirt and basketball shorts putting them on. Atticus' POV

I spin around looking for him but I can't see anything. Suddenly I'm grabbed from behind, "AH!" I scream as I'm lifted off the ground. I grab the person's hair and yank it hard. "OUCH!" Atticus shouts, I let go after hearing his voice. He puts me down, "Atticus are you nuts!? Don't you know not to grab a woman from behind?! Especially in the woods?" Atticus rubs his head, "I thought you knew it was me! I told you I saw you." I rest my hand on my rabid beating heart, he was lucky I wasn't carrying anything on me, "For future reference, know that I am most likely packing."