Lucy Boynton Brown Hair Novels & Stories

She looked 35 or so. She had thick black hair, which was pulled up into a high ponytail, as others would leave the rest of their hair loose, hers was wrapped in a bun. She had golden skin, thick eyebrows, long latches, and a good body figure that could win a modeling competition. She looked quite stressed out. “You are welcome, Miss Lucy if I’m not mistaken” She welcomed me, sending a sweet smile my way. I got up from the couch as she walked towards me.

I ask, "May I?" "Absolutely." Lucy's natural hair color is sandy blonde. In all her pictures, she looks happy. She played volleyball and graduated in 2015. Lifting her cap and gown photo, I say, "Lucy is 27 years old?" "Yes." "Are these her siblings?" Before she answers, the front door opens. A man enters the room. He greets her, "Hey Mom," then kisses her cheek. Tanya replies, "Hey, Carey. This is a friend of Lucy's. Carey this is Ajay."

He seems like he's not going anywhere but then he suddenly stands up with a shake of his head and quickly leaves the room, the door closing behind him with a snap. After I get my shirt on, I blow my hair dry and curl it. I leave the bathroom to go to my room, bringing the curling iron with me. Val will want her hair curled like mine. I bring both girls in the room with me and when we come out an hour later, I think we look great. I curled Val's hair into soft banana curls, pinning it back with a white lace bow. Lucy has a matching one in her hair. They look like beautiful little angels in their dresses. I look pretty good too, if I do say so myself. We come downstairs and Ricky wolf whistles

“She’s parading around with someone else’s child now. I’m so glad I told you to divorce her when I did, and I’m even more glad you listened.” A little boy. The words echoed in my head. My mind raced as it dredged up memories of the party. The boy with blonde hair and hazel eyes had stuck in my mind ever since I first saw him. “What color was his hair?” I asked, my voice carefully measured. Lucy frowned. “What does that matter? What has this got to do with what I’m telling you?” “Just indulge me,” I said as I set my glass down. “Blonde,” she replied, her tone dismissive. “Don’t tell me you suspect he’s your son or something.”

The next early morning, Lucy got ready to leave her home against her father’s assertion. Lucy doesn't care if he does something hostile to her as a punishment when he gets finds out that she had gone again to Reagan's home. Lucy took her bath, then she stepped out of the bathroom, and went to the closet to dress up. She arrayed a mini pink gown that barely cover her thigh, then she proceed to the dressing mirror and Poppy assisted her in styling her hair beautifully.

The thought brought a faint smile to her face before she dismissed it. She didn't need it. She didn't need much from him anymore. Gwen circled around her like a stylist with strong opinions. "Lucille, I'm serious. You look softer since the baby. In a good way. Better than before. "And grow your hair out a little. Stop cutting it so short. Collarbone length would suit your face perfectly. You were too thin before anyway. This is the right amount of you." Lucille narrowed her eyes at her reflection and smiled. Since leaving the Prescott Group, her mood had improved steadily.

That was final. She looked at herself in the mirror as the stylist examined her hair. She hadn't had it cut in years (saving her limited money) and it was extremely long. Too long. That said, she didn't want it all cut off. It was a beautiful chestnut color, slightly wavy, soft, and she preferred it long. The stylist had suggested a short bob but she asked for it to reach her mid back. Catherine had backed her up and the stylist finally agreed. She was beginning to work on it and Lucy was comforted to see the limited amount she was removing.

Her swirl looked so fictitious because of the white tulips that waved along her dress. “Lucy?” Aunt Melody looks like a twenty-three-year-old woman with that perfect body shape and toned legs which erases the fact that she already has an eighteen-year-old handsome son. I nodded and smile. “Good Morning, Auntie.” “Lucy! Gosh, I’m so glad to see you!” she happily said then hugged me. “Me too Auntie..” I can smell the fragrance of her silky long blonde hair as I hugged her back. “By the way, what brought you here sweetheart?” she softly asked.

I'd kept my make up subtle as usual. "Are you not done Grace? We NEED to get going." Lucy reprimanded, her beige dress spreaded on the floor around her legs while she had her hair flow down to its freedom . "Just a minute Luce" Grace smiled, giving final touches to her smokey eye make up which was perfectly complementing her red dress that had a ombre black effect to it. Her blonde hair put up into braided messy bun. Both of them looked breathtakingly beautiful. Our dates were waiting downstairs as it was already ten past six in the evening and yet my beautiful friends weren't satisfied with their looks.

At least. And my friend Lucy? Lucy Reinhard is your average girl next door. Tall and slim, the top model size. You can barely see any other expression than a smile on her face. Full big lips cover the two rows of perfectly shiny teeth. Long wavy honey-blonde hairs fall to her waist and bangs hide her thin eyebrows, but point out the pair of two different eyes. Heterochromia and she rocks it. One is blue, one is green. Lucy and Gideon would've made the perfect couple, a match made in heaven. Only if Gideon wasn't the type that puts football before anything else, but that's another story.