Novel & Cerita Regina George Hairstyles

That same Kimberly who now paraded her new prize in front of everyone, twisting the knife she stabbed in Regina's back with that smug smile. Regina splashed cold water on her face, trying to wash away the sting. She wouldn’t cry. Not here. Not now. She had dignity, even if her heart was in pieces. The rest of the week passed in a blur. Regina kept her head down, her emotions tucked neatly behind professional smiles and carefully chosen words. She refused to let them see her falter. But the night of the party loomed, and with it, the anxiety she tried to bury. Saturday arrived in a flurry of preparations. Regina chose a sleek black dress, elegant and understated, with just enough sparkle to c

She rushes behind me Omg! I heard and saw what is going on, Regina says as I fling the door and close it. I cannot stand her! I say to Georgina. She is constantly flirting with him in front of my face! I says and Georgina gazes at me. I mean, first of all, she wasn't expecting Clara to be Victoria. But now that she's hearing that this Victoria or whatsoever she calls herself to be flirting with Dane. That is another set of news where you have to start again from the beginning.

Regina's voice rang from the door as she made her way inside. I saw her eyes widen in surprise before jealousy adorned them. That prompted me to take a look at myself. I hadn't been in the mood to admire myself but now that I witnessed such emotions from her from the reflection of the mirror, I got curious. The girls had washed my hair and straightened it before curling the ends creating waves. The red dress was hugging my curves at the right places. I have to admit that whoever chose the dress for me has a good sense of fashion.

Her smile widened, "Always so serious, Luna. Learn to unwind." Luna's unease grew. "What did you want to discuss with me?" Regina's expression turned calculating. "George has been causing me quite a headache. Poaching my clients, sabotaging my deals.... I'm sure you're aware of his tactics." Luna's brows shot up, her surprise genuine. "I had no idea. I thought you guys were...allies." Regina's smile was icy. "Alliances shift, darling. Now, let's toast to new friendships. " She opened a fresh bottle of wine and poured some into a glass for Luna.

My body suddenly stiffened and I stood rooted to the ground. However, Regina slowly walked in front of me and looked at me closely. She was wearing a blue hospital gown and her complexion looked terrible. She had lost a lot of weight, but even so, she still had a fragile sort of beauty to her. The two of us looked really similar, but our auras were completely different. Regina was like a white orchid, cold and aloof but gives off a sense of chastity. While I always bore a seemingly nnocent yet charming face, like a femme fatale.

It was a cowardly act, but of course, Rina’s anti-fans wouldn’t see that. “So?” Regina muttered, her wide grin slowly faltering as George handed the phone back to her. “I’m sure we wouldn’t mind that happening here again, but you are dressed for another occasion and I want you to preserve your outfit. And besides, you are putting on red bottoms. You wouldn’t want to ruin a pair of shoes that are as expensive as those.”

"Nah, it can't be compared to yours, though. Lady Monique, you don't even look thirty yet. I hope to age like you." "Why does it feel like you're flattering me?" I knew she wasn't. Today, I was wearing my hair in a double french braids plait. Gina had wanted us to do something simple before the meeting. She'd single-handedly told the women that she was going to be the one to get me ready today. She had done my makeup and was finishing up on my hair.

I groaned and covered my nose slightly, Regina’s only flaw was the thing she had for alcohol and smoke, except for that she was okay. But we did talk about it and she promised she was going to curtail the habit so what changed? With a curt sigh, I pushed open the door and stepped into the house. Distant moaning sounds filled the living room but I wasn't about to jump to conclusions yet. “Regina,” I called, taking the stairs that led to her room, “Babe where are you?” The closer I got to her room, the more pronounced the moaning sounds I heard became. “Oh fuck! your dick feels so good, George.” That was clearly Regina moaning but who the fuck was George?!

"This is unusual." Aileen nodded. "This is an order—" "Uh, you look awful in those accessories, Leika," Regina said softly. However, her face twisted in disgust. "But with your clothes and makeup, I guess it suits you quite well." Leika growled angrily. She was about to curse, but Aileen shook her head, warning her. Regina sat down in a chair across from Leika at the table. In stark contrast to Leika's shabby, prison-style appearance, Regina looked like a high-end fashion magazine model.

"If I saw you at night, I bet I'd faint." Regina was standing in front of Charles, her hair reaching to her waist, slightly ruffled and falling over her eyes. Her white nightgown was also long and loose. In fact, if there were a few more blood stains on her dress, Charles would have believed her to be a ghost.