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She wasn’t allowed to change from her engagement dress, which was now ruffled. Walking outside into the bright sunlight, Darci squinted, her make-up streaked down her features, her hair dishevelled. She held her arms tighter when a few people passing by looked at her strangely. She looked like the morning after a one-night stand, and this was a walk of shame.

There was a scandal, and a very public affair with a married CEO. It had everything. Photos, lawsuits, and a pregnancy scare that vanished from the news cycle almost as quickly as it appeared. The Daniels family cut ties with her for nearly two years, and during that time, she'd lived in Paris under the radar, working quietly at a luxury boutique owned by a friend of her mother's until Marco pulled her back into the spotlight by showing up at her twenty-fifth birthday party with a ring and a diamond necklace that allegedly cost more than a yacht. It all clicked into place then. The need to project power. The coldness. The way she walked like she couldn't afford to blink, like if anyone saw t

How can this be done in a sloppy manner? Moreover, they were surprised that Elizabeth was acquainted with the Smith Group and that she had four sons outside the family. Even though Alban and Juliana had shown up at the ceremony together, they still kept their marriage a secret for the time being. After delivering their child last year, she publicly claimed that she had accepted a role behind the scenes when she was in fact pregnant. She regained her former hourglass figure this year and prepared to return to her work, the fashion week was her first appearance after 'disappearing' for a few months.

"Is that haute couture gown ready yet? I'm dying to wear it and walk down the red carpet at our wedding, holding your hand…" Her expression was so full of sadness and fragility that it broke Calvin's heart. He quickly said, "Babe, the gown is ready. We'll have the engagement party tomorrow." … On the day Margaret was released, Calvin and Jenna's engagement party went as planned. A sea of media outlets showed up to capture the moment. The news of top model Jenna getting engaged to designer Calvin was all over the headlines. Her popularity soared, and she became one of the most sought-after figures in the industry.

She looked even more ravishing, her air added to the glamor of the dress giving coverage to the big love cut at its back. “‘No makeup”’ she informs the girl. She would rather not have something on her face when she was not sure to keep her act together. As she walked out of the hotel, she quickly spotted the purple Porsche which she had rather become too acquainted with over the day. They both sat in silence, the drive to the Bureau of National Affairs was a quick one, and in no time they were done. She walked out with a marriage certificate.

She stared at her reflection in the tinted window, just a ghost of light and shadow, but she saw everything. The woman before her was not the same one who had collapsed in shame two weeks ago. This Amara wore a gown of midnight blue silk, its neckline a delicate plunge, the fabric hugging her curves like a second skin. Diamonds glittered at her ears and throat. Her hair was swept into a loose, smoky updo, tendrils framing her face like whispered secrets. Her makeup was flawless, bold eyes, soft lips, a warrior’s composure painted over trembling nerves. This was her first public appearance since the scandal. Since the pole. The videos. The betrayal. Since the world had branded her a slut.

Now they were even. She had expected him to get angry, but he didn't. Instead, he merely stood, not saying anything at all. This was when she realized she had to hold back her anger. After the engagement party, they had to get a divorce and go on separate ways. Definitely!! She walked into the room and started to dress up. She put on the honey waist dress that she designed, tied up her black hair and pulled it up into an elegant updo. Then she wore a light make-up.

The last i came here she got shot after i got home. She had gone to London for a fashion show. It was her first and she was excited about it. The last boyfriend she had. They broke after she recovered because he didn't have the guts to face Damon. I didn't blame the old guy. It took me two and half years to get comfortable around him. She located me in the middle of the restaurant. Her hair was packed up in a bun. She dyed the hair into a rose gold. Her face was shining apart from her natural glow she still had remnants of glitter on her face.

She loved the thrill of being noticed, looking good, and smelling nice, but thereafter, one scandal on her first modeling job, she had decided to make money first before going back to modeling. The dress lightened up her mood. She settled for a two-piece collection and a sunglass while she tied her hair into a bun and applied light makeup to cover her eye bags. The sound of the car leaving made her finally relax. Dante was gone. Phew!! “I'm going out,” she told Madam Agnes. “Do you want the driver to take you there?” Madam Agnes asked. “No need; I'd book a cab.” After the stunt pulled at her fake wedding, she knew pulling up with a car and a new luxury would get everyone talking, so for now

She had always been slim yet with the right curves, she was a desirable woman, that fact she'd known but she'd never had the knowledge or urge to utilize it, but now she did. Raising her hand, she stared at the beautiful diamond ring on her finger, a symbol of her current engagement to Sebastian, unlike the forced, hasty marriage they had in the past, they were going to do that all over again, the right way. And right now, she had no reservations whatsoever to give herself completely to him, just like he'd once said, mind, body and soul. She wore the pale pink night dress, the silky fabric hanging beautifully against her curves, the outline of every shape clearly showing through.