Millie Bobby Brown Aesthetic Mga Nobela at Kwento

“You know, I never thought about it that way. A macho man like him would probably be bothered about it.” Margo smiled. “Yes, a lot. Now, don’t waste any more energy on Bruce Styles. He’s a womanizer, and he’s not worth it. Besides, you’re gorgeous. Men fall all over themselves to approach you.” Bobbi was a tall Elizabeth Taylor in the flesh. Even Margo was jealous of her looks at times. “You know, you’re right,” Bobbi said with a big smile, showing off her perfect pearly whites. Margo chuckled. “Good, now, get out here before one of his special agent friends decide to come out here and ask for your identification.”

The maids chorused as they lined up into a single file and slightly bowed their heads. Alex shook his head in response before his eyes caught on his mum, Mrs Brown, a woman in her late forties. She looked young and attractive with her glittering soft skin. No sign of a slight wrinkle on her face. In short, she was an epitome of beauty and a well-respected public figure in the society. She was elegantly dressed in a well-tailored blue suit and a short Mini skirt, her pink high heels were making a tick-tock sound on the 3d floor that was designed as if an aquarium was underneath them.

I decided to hide behind some clothing racks and eavesdrop on their conversation. So Millie is trying to impress big bro by wearing something sexy? Very interesting. I decided to help her out. I knew what kind of girls Zack was into. Sweet, innocent, goody-two-shoes type of girls. A total girl next door, sort of like how Melanie acts in front of him. He wouldn't like that sexy red dress she was wearing. That type of dress would only impress a guy like me. She needed something more subtle for the big bro. So I helped. I picked her out the perfect dress.

We had been having tea in the greenhouse which was in the garden. “Prettier than me,” I said. My mother called Millie ugly. She said Millie’s hair was disgusting looking with a very odd color. Millie had bright red hair like her mother’s and freckles all over her body. She was very beautiful. Even as a child, I could see that. She looked like her mother. Red hair, fair skin and petite built.

She could also see the other black dress but it was pitifully thin, she could see the insides of the person lying on the bed. The other person ignored it, unafraid of Mia's cold voice, she pulled the dress on her body back to its original position: "Why not exactly? Hey, I'm fashionable and elegant dressed like this, don't forget I'm known as a trendsetter by the press. Who dresses like you. Huh.” Mia frowned, she pulled the blanket because she wanted to sleep again: "Mila Brown, you can get out of the house now."

My hair, once a dull, lackluster brown, now cascades down my back like a rich, velvety waterfall. The ombré effect graduates from deep auburn at the roots to subtle hints of brown at the ends, framing my face with warmth and depth. Bobby pins secure stray strands, keeping my face clear and accentuating my features. I slip on my dress, and it shimmers like the night sky, a dazzling blue that seems to shift and change with every movement. The fabric hugs my curves, accentuating my waist and highlighting the gentle swell of my hips. When the light catches it just so, the shimmers explode into rays of colors, mirroring the sparkle in my eyes.

Why does he look cooler the longer I stare at him? "Done staring?" Brown asked flatly. "Not yet, hehe." Kylie covered her face with her hands but peeked through her fingers, laughing playfully. Her cheerful giggle made Brown look away. 'I can't believe I'm actually flustered by this shameless girl.' To Brown, Kylie at this moment didn't resemble his young lady at all-except for the hair. Yes, it was only her hair that looked the same. But strangely, the fact that Kylie felt so different from Miss Livia was exactly what made her appealing in his eyes.

A woman like that would never look at me more than once. Speaking of eyes, she had beautiful eyes. I admired those who had brown eyes a lot. It was my favorite tone; it reminded me of an autumn afternoon, with leaves falling to the ground. And the kind of brown in that woman's eyes was unique. A burnt tone, but slightly pulled to the gold. It was almost Jessy, almost yellowish, but it was still brown. It was still brown dry leaf color, and matched perfectly with the dark and outlined eyebrows.

We walked into the shop side by side and took a seat by the window. Molly’s hair was up in a loose, messy bun, and a few tendrils of hair were framing her face beautifully. She had on a touch of extremely light makeup on, and the top she had on matched with her sneakers perfectly. It was a lilac color– her second favorite color, because the color blue would always come first. The shorts she had on were white, which matched with her bag. I couldn’t take my eyes off her even if I wanted to, because she looked so damn gorgeous.

The only difference was that they had almost opposite aesthetics. Aubrey was the pretty, cute lady you had no idea could claw your eyes out. She represented yellow, pink and all things girly, and always had a smile on. Hazel, on the other hand, had a dark aesthetic. Wore dark colours, especially red. Always had red lipstick on. Seductive but sweet, to only the people she cared about. She was also girly, but the other kind. And she would absolutely claw your eyes out. But that was the only difference in them. Their aesthetic. They loved the same things.