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She had the perfect body which made everything she wore beautiful. A blue gown with high-end slits on the left side. It was long sleeves and it covered her body, if not for the slit it would cover her body all the way through. It was her day, the day she told the world she was back and ready for business officially, what other way was there than to let her legs speak for itself? ‘’It's time,” Regina told her. She was scared, for the sake of Jane, yes she knew the young model wasn't the type to be messed with but she could not help but worry.

Claiming him. My throat tightens, and I force a smile. “Regina.” “Hello, Eva. You look…the same. And Micah, you do look great.” Her red lips curve upwards, eyes twinkling with that air of mischief. She wears a matching white and black gown, her boobs nearly spilling out of the deep V of her neckline. Regina is stunning, that’s if you count all the fillers and lifts she’s added. And she’s a corporate lawyer too, at an entirely different firm from Micah and Stefan.

Regina’s POV I dressed carefully, not for appearances, just a reassurance that I was in control. A simple black dress, fitted at the waist, nothing extravagant. The kind of thing that let me stand tall, even when my knees felt like breaking. My hair was pinned back, and I had applied light makeup. I wanted to look like myself, not like a victim. Not like the woman Maxwell and Morgana had tried to shatter in the very house I was going to visit.

Selina's make-up smudged her face heavily but it still didn't hide the deep strokes of bitterness that veined her face. Georgina dragged out a devilish laugh, her heels knocking on the floor as she joined Selina, her black hair packed up in their usual girlish things. I don't know the different hairstyles they call it but I noticed that the two girls had their hair styled differently unlike Circe's who's hair is let down. Georgina's long tongue seethed out like a serpent’s, “ Look who's here.” She sang, eyeing me like she's looking for where to strike, “ Circe's plaything sure looks good on a paid suit, doesn't he?”

“Hi, I’m Rieka! You must be Gina, right?” She’s gorgeous! About 5’ 9” with light tawny skin and long honey brown hair that falls in layers from her face down to her hips. She could easily be a Sports Illustrated swimsuit model, or a Victoria’s Secret Angel. “Yes, I’m Gina. So nice to finally meet you.” Even her voice sounds sensual and smooth. Although her look is totally different, something about her reminds me of Drea.

Monica emerged from the bedroom at seven-fifteen, dressed and ready for her call, and stopped in the bathroom doorway at the sight of her husband — sleeves rolled up, hair tie wrapper stuck to his forearm, a look of exhausted triumph on his face — standing behind their daughter, who was examining a pair of braids that were, undeniably, slightly asymmetrical, slightly loose, and completely, charmingly his own creation. "Look, Mama," Georgia said, turning to show off the finished work with the pride of someone unveiling a masterpiece. "George did my hair. It has character." Monica looked at the braids. Looked at George's face — the specific mixture of exhaustion and pride of a man who had just

"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.

Thank god I wore a thick jumper and trousers, I was warm and cozy. Looking to my right I see Chloe, this time Bri referred to her as Cambridge Academy's very own Regina George. She took advantage of the fact that we had no uniform prancing around in mini skirts and tiny tops. I don't blame her, she's got a pretty figure so why not flaunt it? However her heels surprisingly within the limit of 4 inches were bright pink and evil to the human eye. God those things were vibrant. She gave me a dirt making me look back to my book.

"I'm asking you, what do you think of acting? Didn't you notice that Rebecca deliberately told me that they were going to get engaged? Humph! When they get married, I'll get my hair styled with air bangs to steal their limelight!" George looked at her delicate little face thoughtfully. Sigrid didn't seem to like fancy hairstyles. For as long as they'd known each other, she'd worn her hair straight, and it was never colored. It was always a ponytail in summer and parted on the side in winter, never behind the ears. Her hairstyle was simple, but thanks to her good looks it was still pleasing to the eye. The day she had replaced Rebecca at the wedding was one of the rare times she had styled he

“Oh. I’m sorry he couldn’t come back today with you. He’s adorable.” He gave her a proud smile. “Thank you. He’s a good kid. Smart as a whip too, and he gets smarter every day. Do you and your husband have kids?” “No,” she said with a small smile. “Ah, so what do you do for a living, Regina?” She was grateful for the change in topic. Some people would needle her with questions to see why she didn’t have kids. “I’m the proud owner of seventeen hair salons.” “That sounds like a lot of work in its own right.” Scott stood.