Novel & Cerita Millie Bobby Brown Aesthetic

Our friends didn't believe it, but somehow their looks were never threatening and never made me feel inferior, probably because they thought Moby was the one who out-punted his coverage, but this girl clearly thinks Moby's too good for me. I'm the first to admit Moby is beautiful, and I'm rather plain, at least on the outside. I grew up in the mountains; people just didn't care about fashion or looking like runway models. They were too busy skiing, snowmobiling, mountain climbing, rock climbing, or any other outdoor activity that having your hair and makeup done for was simply ridiculous. I didn't grow up in an environment where anyone put any stock in appearance. I'm not ugly; I'm just not

She asks, insulted, "Because I think it is." "Moe's smells like an old oil swamp. And I love it, but maybe we could go somewhere else... tomorrow? Once those annoying girls are gone?" I ask, giving her a quick look. Bobbie blinks and gives me a confused look, "We're getting older, we have to be sophisticated. So we should like, dress up and all. Fancy stuff." "Okay..." she drags the word, "But wouldn't it feel like a d—"

My favorite color. “So… What do you think?”. Millie asks excitedly. I hate to burst her bubble. But, I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t. “Well.. I think it’s a dress”. I deadpan, giving her an uninterested look. “Oh, Jesus. Come on, Ath! It doesn’t show any skin at all. You can’t see your stunning figure. Please, do us this favor”. She pouts once again, throwing in the puppy dog eyes. “Don’t do that”.

But that did not stop me from admiring her. She had a perfect barbie figure. Her waist was tapered. A pair of eyebrows looked down on sweeping eyelashes. Her delicate ears framed a button nose. Her light brown hair was long enough to kiss her waist. Her makeup was not that extravagant which was matching with her pale skin. Her natural pink sweet lips seem lilac soft. She was looking so gorgeous and naive. The thought of her being this stylish and fashionable never came in my mind. Baggy clothes were always worn by her and for that reason her body was never well scanned.

ELENA'S POV Beauty sessions had always been my least favorite thing to do even as a kid which was why I'd always carried my hair in one consistent style over the years - a ponytail, imply because it was the eaisest. My shoulder length dark brown hair had always been maintained in the best way I could but, over the years as both a workaholic and lazy person, my hair began to barely be noticed by me. But the makeover today with Betty had not only been therapeutic but even, more entertaining than I thought. Loud music blasted through the tiny walls if her studio apartment while we went through different styles and colours on the internet.

It alone set her apart from the people bathed in an aura of perfection. I needed new faces, models who could really catch the eye of my elite clients. I'd got too thin, generic girls, nothing that screamed luxury, nothing which would make any to sit up and take notice. But Millie? She was exactly what I needed. That 'it' factor, indefinable and unable to be trained or bought, sat there in her. I could already picture her doing some of those more out-of-there shoots in my head; these were precisely the types that would set my agency worlds ahead of the competition.

As she sat outside Moore Designs waiting for her client to come out and join her, she typed away on her laptop on the bench, muttering more than once, “I’m losing my mind.” “Sorry, that took so long!” Bonnie looked up to find thirty-something Lauren Moore smiling, her red hair all wild, wavy, and fabulous. Her outfit was to die for, one of her creations. She had a funky hipness to her clothing style that didn’t lack elegance. It was what a hipster would wear when they grew up a little and decided to wash their hair. Closing her laptop, Bonnie rose to give a hug. “You look so cool.” “Me? Look at you!” Lauren motioned to Bonnie’s burgundy wrap dress and brown boots. “I love this!”

She asked excitedly. "Yeah," I said. I opened my arms preparing for the attacking bear hug that was coming. Although Melissa is small, she isn't skinny nor fat, she is what you consider as thick. Her skin is tan, her hair is curly dark blond and is long-reaching her half her shoulders and finally her big brown eyes. She is gorgeous and a fun girl to hang out with; the bad part about her is she is kinda annoying when she wants to and a little bipolar; but hey, which girl doesn't have her annoying and bipolar personality traits.

Brielle groaned, loosening off a bit before finally tying it off into a big bow. I turned to Brielle, the beta female's eyes scrutinizing me carefully. A small smile was let loose on her lips. "You look beautiful," Brielle said with a thoughtful smile. I turned to look at myself in the tall ginormous mirror and I couldn't help but agree with her. I looked so beautiful, yet so alien. My curly brown hair was beautifully styled, allowed to fall neatly onto both sides of my shoulders. My blue eyes were bright and vibrant, complementing my flawless skin.