Perfect Lady Novels & Stories

“Hello future Mrs. Berlusconi how are you? I am your designer Eleanor are you decent? “Yeah, sorry come in.” I quickly respond The woman was tall and slender pale as the snow with a very chick dark bob. Helen looked a like modern-day real-life version of ‘Miranda ‘from Devil wears Prada, if stick up an ass was a person. It would most definitely be her ass.

It all paid off with Patricia's appearance that was so charming in her eyes until she did not know what to say to compliment her perfect appearance. Patricia's short, light brown shoulder-length hair was only pinned on the right side with a butterfly-shaped clip, after styling it with a hair iron to make it slightly wavy. The make-up was not exaggerated either, only accentuating a small part of the woman's childish face, making her face look a little more mature than it really was and more elegant. She immediately stuffed the smartphone she had been holding into the pocket of the suit coat she was wearing, approached Patricia and offered to carry the woman's small bag while her other hand re

She had several dresses that were very flamboyant, but she could not steal the bride’s thunder, so she could only choose a low-key color. However, in the dark, this low-key color was not low-key at all. The diamond’s light was sharp and cold, piercing the darkness. It was worth a fortune. Lil Michael praised sincerely. When the Pretty Lady was around, any kind of advanced AI robots were all invisible to his eyes. Nicole looked at Lil Michael dressed in a tiny suit that made him look like a model young man. “Thank you, but you have to praise the bride more later. She’s even more beautiful!”

I cried until my tears ran dry and accepted the system’s offer to bind me to the Perfect Partner System. In the past, when we argued, Spencer said I was too jealous, immature, and not independent enough. I was not respectable and definitely not the sort of “Mrs. Greene” he wanted. After I was bound to the system, I prioritized him every time and ensured he was always satisfied. So, on the TV screen, I smiled calmly, raised my hand, and hushed them. Then, I accepted one of the microphones and smiled at the cameras. “Spencer and Ms. Xander are only business partners.

the lady replied smoothly. From the corner of her eye, Emma saw Mrs. King smiling warmly at Martha, while Mr. King remained entirely focused on his phone. Deeply relieved that the master of the house wasn't paying attention to her yet, Emma took the opportunity to assess the lady's appearance. The woman was stunning. She appeared to be in her late forties, yet the flawless smoothness of her complexion and the sheer elegance of her luxury clothing gave her the appearance of being effortlessly, timelessly beautiful. Her eyes were honey-coated—easily the most stunning hazel eyes Emma had ever seen.

But I knew better than to ask and risk spoiling the moment. “Good morning, Mr. Clastu, and Mrs. Camila. It’s good to see you. My name is Precilia,” a stunningly beautiful woman greeted us. She was fair-skinned with perfect curves, dressed in a tight, light-red gown that highlighted every feature like a model. I was momentarily stunned by her beauty, admiring how confidently she carried herself. “Good. I’d like a beautiful dress for my lovely girlfriend,” Adrian said, walking past her without so much as a glance, his cold presence surprising both me and Precilia.

My thoughts had been a snarled mess, and my poor appetite had been buried way beneath all of them currently raiding my head. But the moment I reached the kitchen, the sight in front of me made me freeze mid-step. Selena was already there. Why… Miss Perfect was perched on a stool in such poise, like she had a claim over everything already, clad in silky pajamas that shimmered with every flicker of movement. A few of the guards stood nearby, lazily keeping watch over her while she nibbled on warm pastries and sipped something from a delicate porcelain cup. “Morning!” she chirped, as if this was a normal, everyday morning interaction. “Hope I didn’t steal your favorite spot.”

Beautiful lady with shoulder-length hair wearing a beautiful casual dress. The lady was really so beautiful that Alex eyes opens wide. Everyone saw the lady who just entered. And their eyes radiate extraordinary admiration. Even Alex did not believe that the beautiful lady who is currently sitting with him is going to be the lady who is supposed to go on a blind date with him. It feels like an extraordinary miracle that happened in broad daylight of course miracle can happen any time . "Hello, are you okay?" said the lady to Alex who is still daydreaming "Ah, it's fine. My name is Alex. " Said Alex introducing himself

After stealing my boyfriend again, Bianca flaunted the hickeys on her neck and the expensive watch right in my face. "This watch looks so much better on me." Bianca held up her wrist. The Patek Philippe glittered in the sunlight streaming into the Columbia University library. The pen in my hand nearly snapped. That was the limited-edition watch Nico gave me last month. "Bianca, you—" "Oh, right. This was yours." She cut me off, her smile a mix of fake innocence and pure smugness. "But Nico agrees. He said it just... fits my vibe better. He texted me last night. Said he's never met a girl with taste like mine."

She teased. I pulled her in a hug, happy to have met her. Definitely someday, she'd know the truth about me and my baby… probably, soon. There was a gentle tap on the door. It opened to reveal Lady Lucia. If perfection were a person, it was her. She looked… not a word to describe her. Elegant in her flamboyant silver dress with elaborate hands that had a slit in the middle that ran up to her elbow, she would make everyone in the room stare thrice. Her hair was braided neatly, and her luxury accessories added to her perfection.