Mrs Nice Novels & Stories

I waved at them and they reciprocated. Mrs. Humphrey stood up, she was wearing an elegant black gown that made her look like royalty. From her glamorous makeup to her jewelry, nails, and shoes, she appeared classy and full of smiles. " Hello Michelle, it's so nice to finally meet you. You're such a lovely girl." She complimented as she leaned forward and picked up a strand of my hair that was resting on my and tucked it behind my ears. " such a beautiful soul."

Mrs Taylor was going to reply to the lady when Ace chipped in. "Nancy... That is Ann... She is a nobody, so you should ignore her while you are here..." Those words from Ace made her stagger back and she held her chest. It felt like her heart was being ripped off her chest. Her eyes glistened with tears, but it was best not to embarrass herself in front of this lady. "Oh..." Nancy smiled, revealing her perfect dentition. "Ace is right. You should ignore her..." Mrs Taylor paused, then turned to Ann and said, "What are you waiting for? Come and take her suitcase inside,"

Mae's perception and paving the way for a more inclusive and respectful future. Chapter 9: Unveiled Identity As the taxi came to a halt near the elegant shopping mall, I felt a mixture of anticipation and unease. Stepping out of the car, my eyes were immediately drawn to Mrs. Mae, who exuded an air of regal elegance as she gracefully made her way towards the mall's entrance. Heads turned, and those who recognized her offered warm greetings and showered her with compliments on her impeccable style.

By the time I got to the house, all I wanted was to take a long shower and lie on the couch watching big bang theory while having my Chow Mein. When I opened the door, my first thought was I was in the wrong house. Every corner of my house is gleaming, and it looks like an interior designer had given my house a make-over. It didn't look like my house; it looked too good. I stand there dazed until I see Marcus lurking in the corner looking all nervous. When he notices I have seen him, he lowers his eyes hastily. "You hate it. oh my god, I am so sorry I will put it back together" he was turning a worrying tomato red; he looked like he was about to cry, have a panic attack, or both. "I drop my

I feel like a million bucks. Mrs. Reynolds meets me at the front of the building right away. The building is on the upper east side of Manhattan near Micah’s place. It’s an old high-rise with a very well-maintained red brick façade. Definitely, a multi-million-dollar investment. I shake Mrs. Reynolds's hand, giving her a polite smile. Ms. Reynolds is an attractive woman with short blond hair and cornflower blue eyes. I would say she’s in her early thirties and in good shape. She’s wearing a stylish paisley top with dark gray slacks and black pumps. Something that niggles at me, though, is the way she runs her eyes over me in a measuring manner. Once she’s done inspecting me, she gives me a c

That was… a lot to process, but right now, I had a more immediate concern. Mrs. Nicole, I need to hear it from her that Kelly is not a suspect and she might know this man. ******* Mrs. Nicole’s House The house was large but understated—elegant in a way that suggested old money rather than extravagance. I stepped out of the car, adjusted my jacket, and made my way to the door. I don't know what I was expecting. I knocked and there was a reply “I’m here to see Mrs. Nicole.” I responded. “And you are?” the voice came again.

If I was her friend,I would have advised her to get rid of the highlights. She walked towards us and introduced herself. "Hi,you must be the Jails." And she brought forth her hands for dad to shake. "I'm Mrs Nicole Smith. And I am terribly sorry for the delay. I just had to talk to my husband real quick. He has been waiting for an awful lot of time." Mom reassured her that it was fine. Mrs. Nicole looked at me and said with a smile. "Well you must be Rebecca. It's a pleasure meeting you." And she gave me her hand to shake. I took it and replied "The feeling is mutual."

Not wanting to keep her waiting; I finalize the email, grab my things and head downstairs. I see a red headed lady waving at me, I approach her; that might be Nicole. “Hi, im Nicole” she says, clearing my doubts about her identity. “Hello, nice to meet you” Nicole is very pretty; she has a slender figure and she’s quite tall and very stylish, offering credibility to her work as a stylist.

“We have to wait for the shares to be purchased, right?” “Mrs. West?!” An elegant woman rushed into the room. “I'm Manager Priscilla, nice to have you in our store.” The manager’s energy was a little too bright, but I smiled anyway. “Pleasure’s mine,” I said smoothly, straightening a little. She clasped her hands together, almost bouncing in place. “Oh, you have no idea how honored we are. Please forgive our delay in recognizing you earlier. Had I known the Adele West was in my store, I’d have rolled out the red carpet myself.”

“Hmm. She’s… more different than I expected.” My heart sank, but I forced a polite smile, my cheeks burning. “It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Bomer. I'm Madelyn—” “Patricia will do,” she cut in lightly without bothering to take my outstretched hand which I withdrew with embarrassment. I rubbed my sweaty palm against the skirt of my dress. I looked into her face, and there was nothing light about her eyes. She studied me a moment longer, then added, “You know, my son, always, always did have impeccable taste in everything… women inclusive. Nicole was such a lovely girl. So refined. Everyone adored her.”