Scarlett Bordeaux Feet Novels & Stories

She turned me around, turning my body from left to right to check her masterpiece while nodding with satisfaction. "Here," Scarlette threw her a pair of boots, I think it's black lace-up chunky heel boots. "The lace would go with her skirt and I just adore the platform and the punk rock style added to it. It'll make tripping over her feet almost impossible," "And let's not forget Hendrix would like it," Brie added with certainty. "Now, what other finishing touch does she need? Her date will be here in five minutes, and let's not forget Cooper has been grumbling downstairs for over an hour because we are keeping his mate from him,"

The manager restless voice sounded external through the entryway. "Few any more minutes please" Scarlet pulled at the skirt, perfectly. The main disadvantage is that she is awkward when she approaches the sets of Nike shoes. She opened the entryway, and the scalawag manager's eyes illuminated. What a delight beauty. Additionally looking great, the skin is likewise really smooth and perfect. "However, what on earth is that?" The supervisor abruptly hollered and pointed at the sets of tennis shoes on Scarlet's feet. Scarlet's covered her ears. The supervisor face flushed with outrage.

#SCARLET... APARTMENT# The evening arrived and it was 6:59 pm already. Scarlet stood in the room as she got spruced up in a silver gown that is lengthy, and it flowed beautifully down her feet. She matched her dress with a pair of black 4-inch high heels, making her more taller and elegant. Her hair was stylishly packed in a hair bun, and the silky strands of her hair cascaded down her forehead making her look extravagant.

«Friday, Gala Night» Scarlet sauntered out of the house, she smiled as the fresh breeze caressed her cheeks, she looked down at herself and felt pride swelling in her chest, she hadn't felt this beautiful in ages. She was wearing a halter dress with a keyhole shoulder with an upward scooping corset, the long blue-white dress giving her a deluxe appearance, and a pair of ankle strap heels while her plum-brown hair was styled elegantly. She lifted her gaze taking in two cars with a black limousine parked in front of the mansion. Scarlet eyed the men in black suits and glasses till her eyes landed on Reid and her breath got caught in her throat.

Her feet were enclosed in ankle-high boots with thick soles to aid her climbing, and to stop her from slipping off slippery rocks or uneven terrains. Her hands were clad in fingerless, tactical gloves for strong grip. Lastly, her long red hair was woven into a single braid that draped over her shoulder. "Is there anything else you need, My Lady?" Estella asked after she finished with the braid. Scarlett stared at her reflection, then shook her head. "I think I'm all set." Estella then bent her knees in a low curtsey. "Alright. May the moon goddess protect you on your first trial tonight."

Scarlett stood midway down the stairs with her hand on the banister, looking so gorgeous like a fairy from a supernatural realm. She was dressed in a loose nude colored v-neck long-sleeved blouse which was tucked in a black palazzo pants, nude Prada clutch bag, nude ankle-strap platform stiletto and her neck was adorned with an exquisite silver festoon while her wrist adorn her silver-grey bracelet. Her long black hair flowing over her back in a lovely cascade gave her an enchanting appearance. Her long lashes even more obvious due to the mascara she had on. Scarlett narrowed her eyes at Imogen as she smiled lopsidedly.

The boys would be here any second upon the strict instructions of our mothers and their need to take pictures. Scarlet and I stand hand in hand, while we look at ourselves in the mirror. Scarlet was wearing a long silver backless, mermaid dress with a short train; the dress had tiny crystal like beads that shone in the light giving it a diamond look. Her face was coated with light makeup. with a soft pink lipstick, and nude eye shadow. Her neck was adorned with marquise and teardrop crystal necklace; she carried a silver purse and completed the outfit with silver heels.

“What do you feel like eating?” Gabriel asked as he took their empty breakfast dishes to the sink, they had something light, yogurt, fruit, granola and espresso. “I have no idea, my palet is inexperienced, you could introduce me to anything and I would most likely fall inlove with it.” Scarlette stated, while getting up to look for an outfit for their date, it’s usually ice cold in a cinema. Over the knee black 3 inch boots with a plether skirt and obviously leggings under that to keep warm. She wore a long sleeved white crop top that met the skirt to close her stomach completely, a black coat and a white purse to complete the look.

She could see it in the way his knuckles were white, the skin stretched so tight over the bone it looked like it might split. ​Scarlett stood three feet away, near the grand fireplace, her back pressed against the cold marble mantelpiece. Her Beretta was tucked back into the holster at her hip, but her fingers were still twitching, her thumb automatically sliding against the seam of her trousers as if she were still checking the safety. Her silk blouse was damp from the conservatory humidity, clinging to her shoulder blades like a second skin, and her boots were caked in the gray, gritty soot of the shorted-circuit fire.

She said. It was only then I noticed the marks on her neck. I stopped walking and brushed her hair from the side of her neck. That is when I saw all the fingerprint marks running along her neck, they were dark in colour and prominent on her beautiful skin. “Scarlett, is this how these marks got on your neck?” I asked with sadness in my eyes. That was when she put her head down. She didn’t want to look me in the eyes. I could hear her sniffle.