She Become Glamorous After Mga Nobela at Kwento

Pero this time, lahat ng ilaw ay tila nakatutok sa kanya. She wasn’t wearing a gown. Wala siyang makeup. Pero bawat hakbang niya, may diin. Confident. Elegante. Controlled. Dark brown turtleneck, dark denim jeans, minimal lip balm—but she glowed. Lahat ng mga mata, dahan-dahang lumipat sa kanya. Mula sa bar hanggang sa VIP section. Tumahimik ang lahat. Hanggang sa isang boses mula sa kabilang mesa ang sumigaw:

Pakiramdam ko tuloy ay isa akong prinsesa. Isang prinsesang hindi naman gusto ng prince charming niya. "You're stunning." maliit akong ngumiti kay Kiel nang makababa na ako't sabihin nya iyon sakin. Gwapong-gwapo siya sa suot na tuxedo at clean cut na buhok. Maaliwalas ang kanyang mukha at angat na angat ang Vanhouger features. "Ikaw rin ang gwapo mo ngayon." sinabi ko bago tanggapin ang nakalahad nyang kamay.

She quickly got ready, choosing a dress that she knew it would look good on her and complement her skin tone. Bella wore a dark red backless dress that was fitted and covered in sparkling glitter. The dress had a sleek shape that was both elegant and sexy, accentuating her curves and showing off her figure. The backless design was flattering and emphasized her long legs, while the sparkles added a glamorous touch to the look. The overall effect was one of bold and confident style, perfect for making a statement at a formal event.

Nagpanggap ako na hindi ko siya napansin pero ramdam ko na nasa akin ang tingin niya. Natitiyak kong si Shawn ang pakay niya dito. Tumigil ako sa paglakad, “It’s cold outside. Come in." "Ahh, hmmn," pagsang-ayon niya. Namangha siya nang makita ang loob ng mansion. Nakatingin niya sa napakalaki at kumikinang na chandelier na halos katapatan ko na. Dumako ang tingin niya sa ‘kin nang marinig niya akong nagsalita. Maging ang paglakad niya ay napakahinhin at ingat na ingat sa bawat pagkilos. Hindi ko maitatanggi na napakaganda ni Moreen Lorenzo. Hindi kataka-taka na maraming may gusto sa kanyang nagkakagusto atlalo na ang maraming may nais makipagkaibigan sa kanya.

Natahimik na sila, wala na rin naman siyang masabi sa lalaki dahil sa tuwing bumuka labi niya lagi na lang sila nag aaway. BRANDON is about to lose hope, nang biglang bumukas ang elevator at bumukad sa kaniyang paningin ang isang babae at ang kaniyang anak na buhat-buhat nito. Hindi niya alam pero umakyat ata hanggang ulo niya ang kaniyang dugo nang makita niyang namumula ang mata ng kaniyang anak. He find himself grabbing that woman waist, at dun silang dalawa nagtalo.

Sa kabila ng lahat ng kabutihang ipinakita nila ng mga magulang niya ay ganito pa ang ibabalik nito sa kanya? At si Britanny. Hah, hindi naman gaanong kagandahan kapag walang make-up. Ngayon rin lang niya napansin, napaka-cheap naman pala ng beauty nito. Walang-wala sa ganda niya ngayon na class na class at halatang mamahalin. Sabagay, ano nga bang aasahan niya sa isang dating call girl na naging bold starlet na hindi pa man sumisikat eh laos na! Napaka-cheap!

I exclaimed and give her a glare. As we continued to our banter, we heard a knock that made us stop. Binuksan iyon ng make-up artist ni Zen at nagulat ako nang makita ko kung sino ang pumasok. "Lila!" Napatayo si Zen at lumakad para salubungin si Lila. She changed her hair styles. It was wavy, with the gray color as the highlights. Mas lalo siyang gumanda siguro dahil narin sa trabaho niya bilang modelo.

She was more beautiful than before when she wore heavy makeups. What happened? Angelo thought. He felt guilty again. He concluded that Samantha had already lost luxurious life style as he watched the picture. The financial abundance that she used to grow with was no longer visible now. The woman was wearing loose T-shirts and jeans. An outfit that is very common and almost cheap or a product of austerity.

Bahagya siyang naglagay ng makeup at nang tumingin siya sa salamin, para siyang ibang tao. Kung si Shayne bago mag-makeup ay isang inosenteng dalaga, si Shayne matapos mag-makeup ay isang mapanuksong babae na kayang akitin ang sinuman. Magkaiba man ang dating, pareho silang may taglay na matinding kagandahan.

The whispers died. She was wearing a dark red gown made of liquid silk that flowed down her body like a river of wine. It was a bold, blood-red color that demanded attention. Her hair was swept up in a sophisticated style that exposed her graceful neck, and her makeup was minimal, highlighting a bone structure that looked like it was sculpted by a master artist. She didn't look like an intern. She didn't look like a student. She looked like a Queen. Sandro offered his arm. “Ready?” he asked, his voice a low, private rumble.