Pria Berkacamata Hitam Novels & Stories

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.

"How do I look?" Zia studied her from head to toe. She wore a black buttoned long sleeved shirt, black slacks and a pair of black oxfords. Her hair was on a ponytail, a platinum 1cm hanging cross earring on her right ear and a slim silver watch on her wrist. Zia's face twitched. "Are you going to a funeral?" Gray slightly tilted her head. "No, why?" "Because you're just one black umbrella and a pair of sunglasses away from attending a memorial service," Zia sneered. "Seriously where are you going?"

I walked into the living room, where my mother was sitting on the sofa, eyes shining as she frantically fiddled with her cell phone. ''What is it now? ''I asked, crossing my arms. She held up her phone, showing a photo. Or rather, several photos. Pryia was there, wearing a tight dress that didn't look like one she usually wore. Next to her was an older man, probably in his forties, with neat black hair and green eyes that shone right through the screen.

But the tears were not stopping from her eyes as she was going to marry a person who wasn't even a human being but a animal. "Mam your tears erasing the cream. If sir find any mistake in my work he would kill me " Priya took the tissue and wiped her tears. But how can she tell her that now these tears were going to part of her life and would stay till her death. Priya noticed the girls eyes through the mirror they were going wide as she saw her blue neck. She took a deep breath sucking her tears back and told her. "It's okay don't worry I will hide it with make-up "

The small girl Priya, he would learn later, the same Priya who had a daddy in London and whose existence had prompted questions that Nia had answered honestly and imperfectly on a Wednesday morning looked at him with the frank curiosity of a four year old who had not yet learned that staring was impolite. "You have the same eyes," Priya said. "We do," he agreed. Priya absorbed this and then looked at Seren with the expression of someone updating their information. "You said his eyes were grey." "They are grey," Seren said patiently. "That's what the same means." He was aware of the parent cluster behind him.

~BACK TO PRESENT AUTHOR'S POV Sia looked at her reflection in the elevator's door. She was wearing a simple black gown with matching black heals. In the name of jewelery, she was only wearing expensive black diamond earings and her usual black expensive watch. Her hairs were set in a ponytail and she was looking as etheral and perfect as she always did with her usual calm and composed demeanor. Her gaze shifted to Louis who was clearly scowling waiting patiently for her to say something.

Kacie Wavy black hair fell just below her shoulders, it had grown since the last time I’d seen her. Striking light blue eyes that resembled lightning stared down at me. Circle orbs hung from her ears as they gave off that familiar orange-yellow glow. A black spaghetti dress hugged her curves. It dipped low and her chest was on display. Black and sheer spirals wrapped around her body leaving little to the imagination.

I am not a fan of the arts but I know how to see their beauty. “Tara, right?” a lady approached me as I sat down on the sofa waiting for Peter. She is wearing what housemaids wore. Her blonde hair is in a bun, she looks tall and has a slender body. Her eyelashes are on the flick and so as her pouting red lips. “Yes.” “I am Ciarra, our name sounds like, right? By the way, I like your red hair. Is it natural? And your sapphire blue eyes. Are you wearing a contact lens?”

She looked like she'd come out of a Vogue fashion ad. Piper, on the other hand, was only five foot four and too curvy to look good in most off-the-rack outfits. Her hair was that boring color somewhere between brown and blonde, and her eyes were a light, almost washed-out blue. The only thing she really liked about herself was her face. It wasn't model caliber, but pretty enough if she put some makeup on. Not that she did that very often. When she was examining gems through her tools and viewing scopes, heavy makeup on her eyes posed a problem.

She turned the screen so everyone could see the mirror shot in the black lace dress. Lena pressed a hand dramatically to her chest. “Shit,” she said. “You’re not a Dior girl, you’re The Dior Girl. This is, like, campaign level.” Aria rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop the smile tugging at her lips. “They did most of the work,” she said. “I just stood there and tried not to fall over.” Jade zoomed in on the midnight blue velvet. “This one,” she said. “This one is p**n. Respectful p**n, but still.”