Pria Berkacamata Hitam Novels & Stories

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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Laura protested, stomping her foot on the floor and then retreating into the fitting room. Laura emerged once more, this time wearing a plain black dress. Around her waist, on the left side, was a strap that connected a layer of fabric with a Swarovski crystal at the end. Aryan couldn't tear his eyes away as he watched Laura stand there like a runway model. In his heart, Aryan acknowledged that all the dresses Laura tried on had fit her perfectly, but for some reason, none of them had felt right to him until he saw her in the black dress.

The ensemble projected confidence and sophistication without being flashy. "This reflects your potential status," Paige explained, adjusting the jacket's lapel. "Powerful, elegant, and approachable." By 5:30 PM, Amber was ready. Her makeup was flawless, enhancing her natural beauty without appearing overdone. Her long black hair cascaded in soft waves down her back, and subtle diamond earrings – Dominic's New Year's gift – completed the look. Paige stepped back, admiring her work. "Perfect. You look like you were born to be Luna."

“I don’t care.” She scoffed. “Of course you don’t.” I ignored her. Or tried to. I felt her watching me. Worried. Angry. It hurt my chest. And I hated it. Before I could say anything, footsteps approached. Priyanka walked in, looking beautiful and confident. Her black hair was straight and shiny. She wore a tight red dress that showed off her body. Her shoes made loud clicks on the floor. Her makeup was perfect dark eyes, long lashes, and red lips. She looked around the room like she was checking it out.

lights set up, a raised platform with white seamless backdrop, music playing softly. Damien greeted her wearing the same all-black ensemble, but this time Aria noticed details she'd missed before....the silver rings on his fingers, the expensive watch, the way his jeans fit his lean hips.

In stark contrast to Jade’s natural, effortless beauty, Petra seemed like someone who viewed herself as a canvas, and the world her audience. Behind her was another woman, Agnes. Her appearance was a study in contrasts. She was white, thin, and clearly older, with short, curled bob hair that was a mix of more gray and less brown. The sides of her temples were shaved, giving her a striking, almost stylish look. But it was her eyes that truly held my attention—small, sea-green orbs so perfectly smooth and blended that they looked almost unreal. No veins or patterns marked their surface; they were like two flawless marbles, odd in their perfection.

With all the watchful eyes over me, I couldn’t afford another slip-up after what happened during the meeting so I acted in the most professional manner despite the sight of the smug smirk on his lips. “Why so serious, Ms. Olivia?” he asked coyly when I moved closer to adjust the single tiny silver hoop earring on his left ear. Ignoring him, my eyes shifted to the scar on his eyebrow and I began to consider if he was really an amnesiac. But, before my mind wandered off, Ms. Priya joined us. “Well done, Olivia. Your selection looks great. Shall we begin?” she said and with a small smile, I nodded. Camera flashes started bouncing off the dark studio as the photographers began doing their magic.

She stands out further by being the only one in the delegation not wearing black and white. Her dress is a flowy purple that creates a beautiful contrast with her fair skin. She walks with a seasoned confidence and commands the room with her body language. When she sits down, I see she is wearing an eye patch on her left eye that matches her dress. I notice there are no strings holding the patch in place. How is it hanging there? Her right eye is almost as white as her hair, with very faint flecks of purple, the same color as her dress.