Novel & Cerita Milan Mirabella

My smile remained perfectly polite. For a split second, the smirk on Mirabel’s face faltered. Only for a second. Then it returned. “It has.” Her gaze moved over me. Slowly. From head to toe. “I never thought the Aurelia I used to know would become…” she paused. “…this.” I tilted my head. “You mean the owner of AURELIA?” Silence. “One of the most successful luxury fashion brands in Europe?” Mirabel swallowed.

Messi narrated the Celeb he carried, she's a model She's more beautiful in Person than her picture have been seeing on the internet though she is unsteady in nature She is harsh now in the next few minutes behaving nice again. I don't know what to believe about her messi lamented "Who is the celeb that got my big brother attention,is she someone i know"? Martin's teased "My time is precious, I don't give my attention to fake people"Messi replied Martin's gave a gleeful chuckle "Just tell her name" She's lizzy by name,the trending model in modelling industry Martin's wide eyed THE NEW FACE OF THE OREB'S COMPANY.

Arabella looked at her. "Like how much?" "I need like 5000 USD," Mirabel said. Arabella's eyes rounded in surprise " What are you using such an amount for?" She asked, the money was so much, so what does she need it for, she knew something was fishy the moment she walked into the house. Mirabel who was glancing at Arabella for a while now moved her gaze to the wall, she had to relay everything to Arabella, so she recalled the incidents again. She stayed like that for a while not saying anything

And by that I mean the majority of the buildings in the country belonged to Dumont Enterprises. “Eliana, Elena,” Mirabelle greets us in her haughty voice. The woman had nothing good to say about Eliana but seemed to dote on me. How that worked, I would never know. Everyone always loved my sister. “You are both looking gorgeous.” She gushes as she walks over to us and gives us both kisses on either cheek. “Mirabelle, how are you?” I ask her, being as courteous as I could muster. “You look lovely,” I say, taking in her beautiful emerald wrap dress.

I automatically smiled back. I don't know how long I stood there or how long I was staring at her but suddenly I felt someone's hand snap in from of my eyes. I quickly came down from la- la land and was back to reality. It was Monica that snapped her finger. Makaila was already in front of me, smiling. Rita was in Nigel's hands as Christine took several shots of them. My attention was fully on the beauty before me. "Hey." She said, smiling shyly.

Amira responded. A young woman walked in carrying a bowl and a towel, she got close to the bed and bed her head. "My lady, master asked me to tend to your needs" she said with her heads bent "You can lift your head. What's your name?" Amira asked the woman "Selina, My lady" she replied "Nice to meet you Selina and please call me Amira, that's my name" Amira responded with a smile. Selina prepared the bath for Amira as she really needed to have one. She felt shy knowing Selina had a hint of what went down between her and Amir.

Mirabel whispered, looking at him palely. "But now I just realized she only snubbed my show so she could attend the launching ceremony of another competitor. I mean, same fucking brand. One Elysium nonsense or whatever their name is." She waved once and gasped again with a palm on her head. "Are you kidding me right now?" Elliot asked, still looking quite clueless. Mirabel moved away from where she was resting and stood to stare at Dante properly. "You just have to do something about this. I mean, these guys are freaking amateurs. We can't be getting oppressed in a city where we were born and bred; that's bullshit.”

MIRA The only sounds in the room were the sounds of the clock ticking, of my deep, nervous breathing, and of Lucius pacing his sitting room. "You understand what you have to do, don't you?" he asked. "Yes," I said, picking up a pearl-shaped diamond earring and putting it on. After I accepted to do the job, he had instructed one of the maid to bring the clothes I was supposed to wear for the job. They went well with the simple but expensive red dress, showing more than a hint of cleavage, that fitted me like a second skin.

The door swung open. Mirabelle stood on the stairs, gazing at me with curiosity. I struggled to find words to describe her beauty. If Roman resembled the sun god, then Mirabelle was undoubtedly the moon goddess. The gods must have fashioned her bones from ice and her skin from snow. Her eyes were clear and pure, shimmering with a crystalline brilliance, reflecting the twinkle of stars. Her nearly white, long hair flowed like moonlight—soft, ethereal, and enchanting.