Millie Fitzsimmons Novels & Stories

“Yes. Daphne here's got real star potential—potential modeling offers rolling in left and right. Sophia, bless her heart, never went to college. Just farm life, dirt under her nails. And some of her past choices…” She trailed off with a meaningful look. “Questionable, let's say. I do wonder if she's ready for the kind of world you live in.” I set my fork down. “Mom, if you're going to list my sins, at least get the timeline right. And last I checked, working my ass off to keep this roof over our heads wasn’t a crime. Unlike blowing six figures on a modeling scam that never existed.”

“CEO of the recently privatised Air Mexico, and one of our longest-standing international allies.” Lucas extended his hand, his Spanish accent faint but undeniable. “It’s an honour, Miss Rhodes. You’re even more poised than you appear in the press.” “And this is his wife, Magdalena,” Frey continued, nodding toward the woman beside him. “Please,” she said, with a graceful laugh, “call me Maggie.” “And last but not least, their son and my very good friend, Javier” Frey added with effortless smiles. God, he’s such a good actor.

she stated earning a roaring laughter from Roman. “fine, you win be ready in 15” Camila jumbled off the couch with a huge smile on her face and headed for the stairs. She picked out a long black gown that didn’t hug her figure so that her stomach won’t show that much. She paired it with a pair of black flats and a silver purse. She didn’t do any makeup, just curled her hair and was rushing down the stairs. Roman was already ready there, waiting. He was dressed in a black suit and was looking down at his watch.

Crossing her hands on her chest, Millie groaned, “Carmen come on, you handled that lunatic boss at the PR firm for two years without murdering him. You’re practically a saint.” “That’s simply because he doesn’t have the body of an Olympic god and an ego which equates to the size of Texas,” I counter. “So you're finally admitting Maddox has the body of an Olympic god.” She grinned, nudging my side but I kept a straight face. “That’s not the point.” Feigning not to understand the point I was trying to make, Millie intertwined her hand with mine. “Here’s the deal, if you apply and get called in for an interview, you owe me…” She darted her eyes around, clearly searching for the most outrageous

She believes in her spirit that nothing can harm her as long as she is strong within herself. "I will not let anyone ruin this day for me!" Promising herself one last time, she started her car. ***** It’s a big event for the fashion world. The very famous fashion designer, Melissa Millar, known as the queen MM, is having her fancy designs exhibited by the top models of America. Melissa Millar is a twenty seven years old beautiful woman also known as the heartbreaker of the state. This famous fashion designer can top the look of the best model of the New York fashion industry.

One of them ran into a wall. Everywhere she went, work came to a standstill. She was none other than Millie. Millie was five feet seven inches tall, with long hair draped over her shoulders. She didn’t have any makeup on, but she still looked her best—because no makeup in the world was good enough for her. Millie knocked on the door before making her way into the general manager's office. Frederick was immediately stunned.

Cleopatra wannabe told her and Millie reminded herself that she was a kind and polite person as she smiled and said, “Oh, I haven’t given you my shoe size yet.” The girl shrugged her narrow thin shoulders and turned her attention back to the gorgeous man outside. Millie looked over at Nick and caught his eye just as he looked up and grinned at her. The assistant thought he was smiling at her and let out a small squeal of delight. Millie almost felt sorry for her. Almost. But being a silly girl wasn’t a proper excuse for not doing a job they paid her to do. So she cleared her throat and said to the girl, “Please could you see if you have that shoe in size thirty-nine?”

I couldn't help but scoff at the absurdity before adding, "We should just sneak in our own snacks!" "Have you guys ever smuggled food into the movie theater before?" I inquired, glancing at their faces. It was then that Jessica chimed in with an intriguing revelation, "I once managed to sneak in a whole pizza! I stashed it in my purse, and no one even noticed! My phone rang out loud, abruptly interrupting our conversation. Hastily, I retrieved it from the floor and glanced at the caller ID, only to realize it was an important call that couldn't be ignored in that moment.

“Hi, handsome. You still haven’t left?” Millie wore a beautiful purple fur shawl. The glittery silver thin-strapped dress inside made her dazzle and radiant. Fredric raised his glass and nodded politely with a soft smile. Millie scanned him from head to toe and suddenly let out a bark of laughter. Fredric was stunned. “What is it?” “Nothing, nothing…” Millie calmed herself down. “Just understanding why Trinity likes you so much out of a sudden! Heh… the intellectual j*rk kind of look on you is quite charming!”

Simon Wellford had a sister, Cilla, who had married rather spectacularly and he often shared titbits of celebrity gossip with his staff. ‘Never knew existed?’ she repeated. ‘How on earth can that happen?’ Simon shrugged. ‘Who knows? There’ve been a few women in Murad Fullbuster’s life. But word has it, he was, to put it mildly, not amused.’ Irene sat down again. ‘How could you be “not amused” about your own child?’