Novel & Cerita Second First Impressions

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ashtons POV (Flashback) I just stormed out of my dad's office. I was angry at him; we are a strong pack. We don't need some humans to help us with some rogues. Who does he think he is? We can handle this ourselves. I know it is getting out of hand but still. They just need to know that we are stronger. I arrived at school and walked in. I was still angry and walked towards my history class. Someone bumped into me. Seriously this as well. I looked to see who I could take my anger out on but was met with the most beautiful green eyes. I knew immediately that this was my mate.

“I feel like there's something going on that I need to know about. You treat the visitors like people you've had an ugly experience with. Have you heard of them before? Have you had an encounter with them in the past? Why do I keep having this ominous feeling whenever we talk about them?” “I think you're just overthinking things my love. I don't know these people from anywhere and I don't know why I just don't like the energy I feel coming in contact with them. I feel blown away by their presence. Stop sounding like I'm a changed person. I'm still the woman you met and fell in love with. That is something that's never going to change. The feeling we share between each other. It is what has b

mom was bursting with pride, “and when did you both click? When did you know that she’d be worth your while?” Mom was practically pawning me off to him, and I was starting to get pissed off, I wasn’t some sort of commodity she could display for sale as she pleased. “I know how cheesy this sounds, but we definitely hit it off from the very first date. I’m the type that doesn’t ask for a second date if the first wasn’t great because first impressions are everything to me,” he reached out and squeezed my palm in his lovingly over the table. That gesture should’ve been enough to give me heart flips—mom even made an obnoxious ‘awww’ sound the second he did it—but it just felt a tad calming.

"From now on, stop calling me Ms. Evans. Just call me Mom. Don't let me down." I looked down and smiled. I'd guessed right. There was no way Charlotte didn't know what I'd been through. This had all been a test. She'd seen my patience, and now, she'd seen how I fought back. I knew I'd passed. From that day on, I could tell her attitude toward me had really changed. She paid more attention to me, and her smiles felt genuine. The next time I saw Amelia, it was the very same day we had met in my previous life.

"No! That dress is so old! The girl was a little disgruntled and pursed her lips. It's old! But it was the dress that we first met. I can't forget it even if I want to. She's so beautiful in that dress! The guy excitedly pinched his girlfriend's nose. "You can't forget it even if you want to." This sentence stopped in Anne's head. That's right, that white lace dress the first time the two of them met, he would remember seeing her just like the first time. because it leaves an unforgettable impression. That's right, that's right.

I know your forgiveness may be given, but I very much doubt you will ever let me forget such a thoughtless untruth. "Ah, I see. And you are hoping for something more permanent." Her eyes were bright and sparkled in the light. I most certainly am, my lovely Elizabeth. He could spend a lifetime gazing into those eyes and never weary. "Yes. I remember your telling me that first impressions are not necessarily the best indicators." I hope to not only have improved but to have the opportunity to capture you as you have captured me. "So it appears," she said with a laugh.

Their first meeting hadn't been ideal and she hadn't sought to clarify her reputation since then. What sort of person did he see her as with the impression she had left at their first meeting? Her mind skipped a beat.

I asked a question rather than a statement. She stood there flashing her best smile. "You're earlier than expected." She said " You know I'm an early bird," I said, gazing at her designer coat and heels. Her style has changed since she got tangled with Mack. The soft Claire was gone replaced by an elegant, sophisticated lady, who you can't predict what her next move will be. "First Impression matters. Don't they?" I asked. "Hmmmmm, first impression." She said as if trying to recall something.

Lyra(Mia's) POV. First impressions always matter. It sticks the most. Even if you eventually get people to see you differently, the first time they meet you always sticks. Given a chance I would have made my first day here to have played out a whole lot more differently. I would have dressed a lot more neatly and mentally my armour would have been fastened. Yet I walked into the long market of cubicles after a meeting that was nothing short of traumatising.

Chapter 6~ KIMBERLY'S POV 👠💄~ It was a new day at work, my second day, and I decided I was going to try to talk to more people today. Perhaps my first impression wasn’t that memorable. I’d try to make my second impression much more memorable. I came to work as early as I could, arriving before a lot of my coworkers. That was a good start. I was seated at my desk, studying the work that was sent to my computer, apparently by Mr. Williams.