Sally Face: Art Book Novels & Stories

' We nodded and I was about to say something else when a knock at the door stopped me. We exchanged nervous glances wondering if it was either of the Alphas. I went to the door and opened it to find a petite lady standing there smiling wide. 'Hi, my name is Sally and I am the recommended makeup artist,' she said without a smile faltering. She looked as if she was eighteen years but at a second look I knew she must be in her mid-twenties. I allowed her to lead the way inside while I followed her in.

Rohan was still not frightened, and he sprawled against the banister to make faces at him. Seth rolled his eyes at Rohan before turning around to leave. ———— “This is a scrapbook I made… during our second wedding anniversary.” Inside the study, Elijah held Sally in his arms as he explained the contents of the scrapbook to her. Sally blinked as she gazed innocently and seriously at every page in the scrapbook. “This one, I’m wearing a wedding dress here. Was this during our wedding?” When he flipped to the page that showed her wearing a wedding dress, Sally immediately became excited and pointed to herself as she said, “I was so beautiful then!”

"Bear with me. There might be a slight discomfort." "Alright!" Carissa closed her eyes and let the staff member expertly work on her face. The discomfort was indeed minimal, barely noticeable. "My lady, you have such fair and smooth skin, so it doesn't require much effort," Sally commented while deftly threading Carissa's face. Sally's skill was impressive, and she spoke clearly despite working on her task.

Letting the paint come together the way it wants. I spin around and throw my hands up. I paint the face that's emerging on the canvas. My paint forms a face that's the subject of my secret infatuation. Bastian in a blue dress shirt with two buttons undone. I rock and wiggle to the music. When the song ends, I hear clapping behind me. I yelp and spin around. Pressing pause on my phone. Bastian is smiling, sitting on the arm of one of my armchairs. "That was good."

Or maybe the eyes and expression were photoshopped? She then grabbed her purse and took out her phone, and she searched for the articles and photos. “Look at this, Sally.” After Sally saw it, her brows were locked tightly together. “That’s… not possible!” She couldn’t believe the photos. Even though she had never been in a relationship, she had once fallen in love. She could naturally see the emotions in Britney’s eyes through the photo. She loved and hated him. “Perhaps it’s a composite photo.” Fia didn’t want Sally to feel any pressure. “Since the technology for face swapping is quite good nowadays.”

No way! Are you kidding? My mind screamed. "I, uh, sure?" The room was emptying out around us, though Sally was lingering. Charles was grinning at me. "You don't have to say anything. Just look serious and formidable." "That may be a stretch," Sally said, coming over to us. "She's got a rare beautiful but sweet face." "Thank you," I said, looking down, feeling myself blush. "I think?" "Charles," Sally said. "Are you sure it's a good idea to put her face out there? Might it not put her in more danger?"

Sally picked five books, I had to wait for almost an hour as she decided on what books she wanted, I was tempted to buy the entire book store just to get me out of waiting, but that would be too much even for her, however, I had learned one thing from this experience, never take a book warm to a book store, this felt like when I went shopping with Grace, women where just like that. "Am done, did you pick some books or should I help you" her helping me would be another hell of waiting, "I already picked one" I said as I got the books on her lap and went to pay while Sally went to wait for me outside at the car park, When I got outside, she was standing at the side of my car, I noticed how her

Jane said. Sally wasn’t too sure about this, she didn’t feel like chatting with Jane, but she was excited to see what Jane might have picked out for her, it might be an Audrey Niffenegger or a new Jennifer Egan she hadn’t read. Jane nipped into the back room and appeared a moment later with a thick, green pamphlet. “I think you might find this very interesting,” she said, handing it to Sally.

That night, I slept better than I had in over a decade. When I woke up the next morning, my phone was flooded with hundreds of missed calls and messages. I glanced through them briefly—Don, Nevaeh, Camden, and even those who had once bullied me were all among the senders. I blocked each one of them without hesitation. After coming downstairs and enjoying breakfast with my grandparents, the butler, Elliot Garcia, hurried in to announce, "Mr. Saccone Senior, Mrs. Saccone Senior, Ms. Magnolia, there's someone at the door from the Scott family."