Pria Berkacamata Hitam Novels & Stories

Black looks good on her. “Your eyes spoke before you. Thank you.” She responds and Jasmine claps. “Please let us click shots of you two. You two look so hot together.” Priya suggests as he waves her camera while Jas takes out her phone. “Okay.” Qetsiyah’s response has my jaw dropping. She is agreeing a lot today. Might be the enthusiasm of poking her father—not that she is happy to be doing this with me. “Let her snap first.” I say as I step aside, giving Jas and Priya opportunities to exploit.

She was not drinking it at the moment, nor were her eyes on the cup or the people around her. She was looking directly at Reyona. Or at least, that was what the tilt of her head indicated. She had on dark glasses that complimented the black dress and black scarf she had on. For a moment, Reyona felt overdressed in the lemon-chiffon top she had on with black jeans. It would be glaring to a stranger who was in mourning and who wasn’t. “I can’t tell behind those glasses, but I think that is her?” Toria said uncertainly, out of the corner of her mouth. “I remember that she is blond.”

He hands me his IPhone while I stare amazed at the stunning woman in the screen . She's so beautiful ,bright emerald eyes ,silky ,shiny gorgeous wavy brunette hair that circles around her long diamond shaped face ,she's got plump lips and long lashes .She doesn't even look above 30 in this picture.But Adam corrects me by saying that she's 43 here .Grace Black indeed was an enchanting woman It seems good looks run in the family. Adam although he shares most features from his dad,he's got her ears and long-ass lashes and the color of her skin.

Her once long hair was now cut into a sharp bob that grazed her sharp jawline- and her eyes, now gray thanks to the contacts were unreadable. Her aura was unmistakable. And her beauty was different…not anything like before. Or maybe it was because she lived peacefully for a year without a husband like Daniel who kept draining her physically and mentally. Priya didn’t wait for the gala to end. Her feet moved quickly and soon, she was before her best friend. She said nothing, only staring at her, still unable to believe that she had returned. “Priya…” Renee said with a soft smile, her eyes glowing.

Priya let out a small laugh, and that warmed Karl's heart. “How old is she?” “She's turning 5.” She nodded and looked like she was thinking, and Karl admired her. Priya was beautiful. She almost resembled a model. She had long, beautiful black hair. She had a cute upturned nose with plumb pink lips. She had tanned skin, and she always wore a bindi even though she never wore traditional Indian clothes. Karl was blown away by her beauty the first time he saw her at the birthday party, and even though it was a tragedy that happened that made him see her again, he was glad.

“I told them they could sit with us. Bryan, Sera, these are my friends, Preeti Khatri and Gabriella Garcia. She goes by Ella.” We took turns greeting each other. Preeti blushed through her dark complexion when she spoke to Bryan. She had black hair just past her shoulders styled in loose waves, not a strand out of place, and puffy, full lips. Her makeup was immaculate. Her skin perfectly smooth. Her big, dark brown eyes stared longingly at Bryan as he took my crutches and helped me sit at the table.

Her delicate beauty stood out to me, and although she might not meet the standards of the modeling world, there was an allure to her that surpassed any model I had ever encountered. Rima wore dark jeans, a long-sleeve white sweater, and black converse shoes. Her long, chestnut-brown hair cascaded down her back, ending in gentle waves. She had a layered fringe that really suited her round shaped face. She donned light gold square-framed eyeglasses, but I could still see her mesmerizing hazel eyes from where I sat. As she looked around the café, I noticed a sadness in her eyes that tugged at my heartstrings – it was as if she felt alone in the world, envious of the happiness others shared.

Ria brought out the collections from the bag and placed it on the table. “I want a very beautiful and elegant gown.” Mrs Perla picked one out of three. Ria was a bit nervous when the old lady opened the collection. What if she doesn't like the style in the collections? They are actually dresses Ria had designed herself when she was blind and she only got to see after the surgery. To Ria, they could pass as pretty and awesome when she got to see them after the eye surgery but for someone like Mrs Perla she was not sure if the old lady would like it.

“You will know” He left and went out. Almost after one hour, Priya came. She was wearing a Peach knee-length bodycon dress which accentuated her curves beautifully. Her sweater was tied on her waist, her long hair was tied in a ponytail and her sunglasses were on her hairline, her look was complete with Red wedges. She wore minimal makeup. Lipgloss was dubbed on her lips and she applied mascara. She looked stunning. Viren was in casuals as well. Full sleeved t-shirt paired with denim, and a jacket hung on his shoulder. He has packed their luggage as well.

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