Paulina Porizkova Novels & Stories

Maria couldn't hide her excitement, this atmosphere was one she had always wanted to experience, and nothing could beat the joy she felt right now. "He- Good day, I'm Maria, Jackson's PA," she introduced herself with a polite smile and an outstretched arm. Her handshake was ignored but she got something even more amazing in return. Natasha pulled her into a big, warm hug and Maria almost died of affection that instant. She had just hugged Natasha Shaw, the all-time favorite American actress, she'd never wash this sweet smell off her body. "I'm a big fan of your work," Maria continued and watched Natasha's face lit up, "for a long time now," she included and it earned her a squeal from Natash

However, I noticed the light bugs beneath her eyes and the blotch on her neck that the makeup couldn’t hide properly. “ Is there something on my face? “ She asked, almost spitefully. The men looked at us as if we had distracted them from their conversation. She must have seen me staring at her and she didn’t take it kindly. I hated how she was reacting to the situation. Not wanting to cause a scene, I shook my head. “ Your wife must be a lesbica, Nikolai, “ she stated and laughed. “ Careful there, Julia. Don’t think that just because your husband is here I won’t cut off your phone. Show my wife some respect. “ Nikolai defended.

She nodded “Besides, more than a gift for you, it will be for me, I mean, I'll be kissing the most beautiful, witty and fun girl I’ve ever had the fortune to meet.” "How can you say such beautiful things and still be single, Marky?" Because there has only been one woman on my mind since the day I met you. "I guess they only care about the physique.” I said with a shrug "Now open that thing.” When Livie opened the envelope and saw what was inside, she gasped. Inside were two tickets to a Pink’s concert from her Party tour that would take place in Los Angeles in June. "Shit.” she finally answered making me laugh, she surely had been surprised because she rarely used bad words.

Enzo said optimistically. Paula's face immediately surfaced in my mind's eye. And I still had my doubts about whether I could truly surpass her. Regardless of how terrible her character was, Paula was undeniably a talented model. She possessed a very special aura that multiplied the value of whatever she wore. And me? Even with this new, beautiful face, I still didn't understand how I was supposed to radiate that breathtaking aura.

"Paula, if you don't want to, it's best if I take you back to bed. Tomorrow will be another day and-” "His name is Alexander Vital, I was Alexander Vital's wife and I, my real name is not Paula Garza but Salomé Sorní.”

So noisy that it caught not only my attention, but others too. I walked closer, standing a bit far off where i could get a better view of the action. Irina stood there, her red hair held in a high ponytail with a few strands covering her delicate features. She wore a long sleeveless white dress that clinched somewhat at the waist and a fur coat. Her skin was pale and she wasn't wearing any makeup, which made her look very delicate and easily pitiable. She had her hands around her belly, standing there with an aggrieved expression. Even i........was moved to pity her in such state.

I tried to ignore them, but Josephene leaned toward the woman beside her and said, “She probably practiced for years just to impress him. It seems that this was all part of her plan. She somehow built her way to get here.” “Impress who?” I asked, and the room shifted. “The Alpha,” Josephene said with a smile that was too sweet to be innocent. I stared at her. “Because obviously the first thing I thought as a child learning piano was that one day I would be sold into a stranger’s estate and need to impress him,” I said, and a few girls laughed. Josephene’s smile faded, and Helena turned to face us. “Do we have a problem?” she asked. “No,” I said, though the tension in the room did not disappe

avoiding letting Paulina know if he was upset about the end of the engagement or with Paola's internship. For her part, the younger Perez overflowed with joy. She hugged Paulina tightly and dragged her to greet everyone at the party, including the woman who had hired her. A lady with brown eyes and hair tied up in a bun, wearing a navy blue sleeveless jumpsuit with white stripes that ended below the knees. Unlike her daughter, Elisabeth Albuquerque had a calm, reserved demeanor and few words.

Alyona moved her fingers across the face of her muse, blending and arranging her colors with the skill of an experienced artist. She was unaware of the passing of time, concentrating solely on capturing the beauty of the subject. She was about to launch her newest product, a makeup line that was set to revolutionize the beauty industry. The anticipation was intense, yet Alyona persevered, her creativity thriving amid chaos. Kim had been scheduled to be the muse for the session; however, an unexpected event caused her to cancel, and Alyona, recognizing the urgency of the situation, quickly found a new muse.

MARIA'S POV I'd say Old Grandpa was the only one who was genuinely happy to see me. The rest of the people at the party had just been there as a formality. I can't blame them, I would be mad too if I had received an invitation out of the blue. But maybe I shouldn't complain. This party was for me after all, was it not? Maria Rodriguez. My name. The name that sent shivers down men's spine in my world.