Perfect Illusion Claudia Tan Novels & Stories

she said, already walking ahead of the people standing in the queue. “Wait. Maya,” I tried to whisper-yell at the same time but she couldn't hear me. With no other choice, I followed her straight to the entrance of the club where the bouncers were. “Hey boys,” Maya flirted in a sultry tone, bending a bit to display her cleavage while trailing her hands on one of the bouncers' chest. The bouncer smiled at her, clearly turned on by whatever the hell she was doing. “My feet hurt badly in these heels. Is there perhaps a chance you'd let us in?” she batted her long lashes at the bouncer while biting her bottom lip.

She hadn't made a mistake. Daniel answered. "I told you not to come here." "Then answer your phone." There was a long silence and Bianca took a small step back. The door wasn't fully closed, she could hear them clearly. "You keep choosing her." The woman's voice cracked. "How much longer are you going to keep pretending?" Daniel let out a tired sigh. "You don't understand." "Then explain it to me." Bianca's fingers tightened around the cake box. Inside, a chair scraped across the floor.

The glamour of it all was suffocating, and I fought the urge to shrink in my seat out of low esteem. The car's door opens, and Thane Reed steps out confidently in a suave white suit. His smile is refined but light as he turns to help his companion, supermodel Lulu, out of the car. She glides out in a shimmering, off-shoulder gown that probably costs more than what I make a year. They pose elegantly for the camera shots, absorbing the attention like royalty.

"What a clown. Parading around about winning me back, only to go running when another woman waved a pregnancy test." For him, admitting the truth would ruin his reputation. That was more than anything he could ever tolerate. Shelley listened to my rant, then grinned. "Finally. You’ve grown up. No more lovesick fool. We can be friends again." I flushed, embarrassed. To prove I meant it, I acted fast. Before Ethan could reshuffle the company, I sold my half of the shares at a low price. Then, I bought a ticket and left, traveling across the country, enjoying every corner of its beauty.

but revealing. She stood before the mirror later, dressed for the party, barely recognizing the woman reflected back at her. The fabric clung to her curves like second skin, the neckline plunging lower than she was comfortable with. Her cleavage was more exposed than she would’ve liked, and she kept adjusting the straps nervously. Clara stepped in behind her and began gathering Delilah’s thick hair, pinning it into a graceful bun and letting soft strands frame her face. A light brush of makeup followed, subtle but effective. Her skin glowed with a warm blush, her lashes lifted just enough to accentuate her brown eyes. She looked… ethereal. And yet, her unease didn’t fade.

Marcus Kane (POV) Clara finally came out of the bar fifteen minutes later, that was fast but it kinda makes my heart leap in joy watching her catwalk towards my car from the side mirror. Her purple cardigan was still tied around her waist, her white singlet illuminated the dark night. Her brown bag was hanging over her shoulder while her messy bun had no justice done to it. I often wonder how someone can have a mean face and still look beautiful all the same. Like how did she do that, a face that warns people to stay away but a sweet soul within.

I hear the door creak as she walks in. Claudia, or Miss Blazer, comes in wearing a black blazer over some jeans and a crop top. Her hair is in a slick ponytail, and her makeup is so simple that you will think she isn't wearing any. She is a beautiful Latina with big tits and a great ass. They move as she walks to me. Tearing my gaze from hers, I wear my indifference mask, pretending to appreciate New York's view. Then I ask, "What is the bad news?"

Claudia came into view as everybody turned to see her with their mouth opened. “What are you wearing?”Miss Cynthia expressed instant disgust with her dressing. She was putting on a tight short mini skirt with a spaghetti crop top showing her cleavage. “I don’t understand?”She rolled her eyes with her arms crossed. “Why are you shocked by her dressing,this isn’t the first time she has worn something like this before”Laila scoffs from behind. “First time you are saying something sensible,I’m proud of you”Claudia gave her a sheepish smirk.

Come to think of it, her and Elena are actually very similar. Brenda and I are mutual friends. Like, we wave to each other and smile but we don't talk talk. Just simple small talk here and there. There's also the whole point with her saving my life and me having a crush on her boyfriend and yadda yadda but we needn't get into that. I sigh dreamily, wishing I could be Brenda Sommers. Because Heaven and Hell know that I've had a big, fat crush on Reese Sultan since the end of last year. Why? Because he's absolutely perfect. And you don't find guys like him anymore.

With only but an hour two spare, she slips into her dress, and we look at each other, then of course Jenni has to say something, and there goes my make-up down my face. But still, I cannot stop crying. Between hormones and being completely terrified, I cannot get a hold of myself. So Jenni lets me cry myself out before she makes a fourth attempt at fixing up my make-up. Then finally, after making me twirl into a dizzy height to inspect every inch of my body, I am ready. But wait, I have to cry for one final time and totally mess up my make-up again. I can see slight anger creep onto Jenni's face, yet she only smiles and asks me politely to stop messing her perfection up. Finally, I can say t