Novel & Cerita Mrs Nice

The scent of roasted garlic and herbs hangs in the air, wrapping around me like a memory of a life I wanted. A life I tried to build. The table is set perfectly, Nico's house staff made sure of that, though I noticed a new girl replacing the maid who dared speak kindly to me last week. I sit at the table in a soft navy dress, long sleeves covering the bruises he left. My hair is braided neatly, lips glossed. Every inch of me looks calm. But my bones are screaming and then they arrive. Mr. and Mrs. Moretti glide in with cold elegance, expensive smiles painted across their sharp features. They greet Nico like a king. Their eyes skim over me with a polite warmth that doesn’t quite reach their v

The number one wealthiest woman in the whole of the USA. “I... I just want to help the older woman with her hair, I mean no harm, sir.” Scarlet fearfully stammered to the guard who was standing gallantly in front of her. “Let her be, Marcellus!” Mrs. Browns spoke strictly to the chief of the guards. “Yes, Mrs. Browns!” Marcellus bowed and stepped aside for Scarlet to pass. “Good evening, ma’am!” Scarlet greets courteously with a bow after walking closer to the woman.

As she looked at everyone with an indifferent gaze, she ignited his sense of competitiveness for some reason. The three's appearance drew everyone's attention. Janice's situation was completely different from people's description, especially when they saw that she was standing by Harold's side. Jessica—Mrs. Miller Senior—couldn't even come near him. She had dolled herself up, even getting a manicure. However, Janice managed to impress everyone with her inherent grace as someone who grew up in a rich family. Compared to Janice, Jessica was like a Christmas tree. Jessica wore the most expensive gown and a lot of accessories.

Mavric didn't acknowledge the butler; he just walked straight inside. The interior was filled with priceless art and antique furniture. It was a cold kind of beauty a place where one was meant to be seen, not heard. Suddenly, a sharp, feminine voice rang out from the grand staircase. "Mavric! What is the meaning of this scandal in the papers?" A woman in her fifties, dressed in a flawless Chanel suit, descended the stairs. Her eyes were like chips of blue ice, and her face was frozen in a permanent scowl. This was Beatrice Thorne. The Matriarch.

Now he just put in his time the admission because of these paper works a few days of piled up. "Is that how you treat your new investor and help your company, huh? Mr. Benedick Meller? " Voice of a social and high society woman. "Who are you?" Wrinkle forehead. He said. It is beautiful and white. Porcelain complexion. Her lip was red and her cleavage was out of her chest. "Nicole Miranda," smiling it introduced herself. He accepted her handshake with him. "Benedick Meller.." he said immediately. He knew it, knew him. But it's still better to introduce him formally here.

I asked. "I think I'm late for a meeting. Have a nice day, gentlemen," she said. We all stood rooted to our places as she trotted up the steps. The ruffled hem parted in the back just enough for a peek of a satin and lace slip. I let out a long, low whistle just to clear my head. The valet at the stand stood up with a sharp jangle. "Ms. Nichols is the nicest executive in this entire building," he said to me.

"Though I have to say, it's getting crowded around here. Every time I turn around, there's another man from your complicated history showing up." "Nate is not part of my complicated history." "He wanted to be." "No, he didn't" I shook my head. Took another sip of champagne. The bubbles felt sharp against the roof of my mouth. Nate had moved slightly to greet someone else. An older couple. The woman's hair was silver. Perfectly styled. Her dress was probably worth more than my car. Madison tugged on my sleeve. "Mia? Is that your friend?" "Yes, baby. That's Dr. Pierce."

Rita groaned as she tried to smile while putting on her best behavior but it was impossible with the way the elderly woman was pinching her cheeks, gushing over how beautiful she was. "Meet Rita, my son's fiancee", Magdalene said. "Fat chance", Rita muttered before smiling sweetly at the woman. "How are you my dear", the woman said. "I'm fine ma'am, thank you. I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name", Rita said. "Oh, my manners. I'm Mrs Robinson", she smiled. It was then Rita noticed the young woman standing beside her. The women's expression was one filled with pity and Rita racked her head, trying to remember if she had seen the woman before.

He winks at me before giving the loudest clap. At that point, I knew it was me, everything was now falling into place. Well, certainly I didn't know how to react to that, but something in me pushed me to wave, and I did. Surprisingly, it works. After a few more rounds of applause, Sir Mark calms the Hall by clearing his throat. “Listen up everyone,” ahh there he goes again, I hated public speech. He better not call me to talk here. “This is Mrs. Helen, you all know about that, she is the head model in one of the most fast-rising modeling companies in Texas. In addition to her accolades, she married my friend and boss Lucas Dowell, the CEO of Triple Friends Group of companies “