روايات وقصص ضمن Rachel Zegler Smile

What had transpired and how I had left him. "Stop frowning so much, it costs a whole lot to get rid of them," Rachel whispered next to me. Looking up at her, I noticed that the tiredness from before had vanished. She seemed comfortable. More at ease within her skin somehow. The smile she gave me also reached her eyes. "Then how do you still look so young? I mean, your resting face is a frown." I mused back, feeling a lightness between the two of us. Rachel's smile widened considerably. "A whole lot of fucking money." She whispered back and I chuckled in response.

Rachel immediately pulled away from me when she saw the little girl who just ruined my chance to kiss her. It was the same little girl who was part of the family of three Rachel had just been watching. She had her shoulder length hair tied into two high ponytails that bounced on her head, her face was round with two cute dimples on both sides of her cheeks which showed even more wherever she smiled. She was cute... But she just interrupted me, so I glared at her. "Thank you, and I think you look really cute". Rachel answered back with a smile. She was about to say something else when she noticed my glare and shuddered.

Rachel was Zoe’s friend and they had planned to hang out today and Zoe invited me because she didn’t want me to stay home and sulk Despite my mild protests , she didn’t budge, she kept insisting and deep down, it had made me very happy. I smiled, feeling carefree for the first time in weeks. I took a bite of my lasagna, savoring the rich flavors and textures. "Mmm, this is so good," I said, closing my eyes in appreciation. Zoe and Rachel giggled, their eyes sparkling with amusement. "We told you it was the best Italian place in town," Zoe said, grinning. Rachel nodded vigorously, her curly brown hair bobbing with the motion. "And the best part is, they have an amazing selection of desserts."

The two women's intention to each other was gore but they were still smiling to each other like they were best friends. "I am really sorry for calling you out but I just need your help desperately," Rachel says with a smile and Rachel sneers in her heart hearing that. "Of course, I know why you called and I am ready to share with you any potential information I have with me," Rachel says, downing the glass of drink in front of her and Lizeth got excited by the heart of that but she tipped in her excitement. "What did you have?" Lizeth asked rather impatiently which shocked her because she was not the type to show her cards on the table but it looked like the moment could not be helped becaus

"Please just don't run this time; I've many things that I would've liked to clear to you." I smiled, walking my way towards the address given by the waiter. God, how it has been since I last saw Rachel's face, her smile, the rose fragrance of her shampoo, the warm hugs, the food that she used to cook for me, so I could overcome my eating disorder, and most importantly Rachel, as how she was, sad yet smiling, hurt yet smiling no matter how bad the circumstances are for her, but always faces everything with a badass smile on her face. When I first met her at the restaurant I thought she was one of the silent, fragile, ones who needed support to overcome her nasty boss, but she surprised me per

she tried to speak but stopped in her tracks, knowing fully well it wouldn’t end well. The sound of a spoon clinking on a glass took over. It seemed the event was about to begin. “Welcome ladies and gentlemen,” Rachel said with a warm smile, introducing the guests. For a daughter-in-law with a dead husband, she had many privileges. From the little Catherine knew, Rachel was in charge of company shipments out of the country and the almighty Smith cosmetics. “We are glad to have you all here today. It’s a privilege for me to give an opening to this distinguished and amiable crowd,” she had the audience charmed.

“I didn’t know that.” “I’m telling you now.” “Leave the girl alone, she only has to warm on her smile, that way you’ll attract more customers.” She says the last part while reaching across the table and squeezing my hand. I let the smile out, feeling my cheeks warm. No doubt they’d be painted a deep pink now. “That’s what I’m talking about,” Rachel said pointing to my face. “I have a feeling everyone is going to love you darling.” That bit of doubt creeps back in, “What if they don’t?”

Kristen smiled and pulled her close, her fingers still lightly stroking Rachel’s side. “You’re going to be trouble.” Rachel laughed. “Good. I’m done being good.”

Everyone shifted their gaze in the direction. Zara froze. Arms crossed. That smile. That devil-may-care stance. “Ace?” she breathed, her anger faltering into disbelief. Rachel staggered back, clutching her cheek. Before she could react, Zara yanked her ponytail like she was ringing a church bell and delivered another sharp smack. “Kids, that man is right. If you can't insult them back, just beat them.” Rachel screeched, lunging forward and clawing at Zara’s hair. The two of them spun in a ridiculous tangle, hair flying, shoes slipping, chairs toppling.

Roslyn settled into her favorite armchair, laptop open, and connected the video call. Chris's face appeared on screen, followed by Rachael's bright smile. "Hey, beautiful!" Chris said. Roslyn smiled back. "Hey, guys! Congratulations again, Rachael." Rachael's eyes sparkled. "Thanks, Roslyn! We're thrilled." Just then, Zane toddled into the room, curiosity etched on his face. Rachael squealed. "Oh, is that Zane? Can I see him?"