She Becomes Glamorous After The Engagement Novels & Stories

She turned her face to him. “Until someone dies.” CUT TO: ROMANO CLUBHOUSE – EARLY AFTERNOON Bianca is watching. Not from the shadows. Not this time. She holds a tumbler of blood-red wine. Wears silk. Drips venom. Her assistant enters: “It’s confirmed. They’re engaged.” Bianca sips. Doesn’t flinch. “Good,” she says. “Let’s see how she handles war in a white dress.” BACK TO LUXURY SUITE – DRESSING ROOM

“You look cute like this. Even with that thing on your face.” She pulled the mask down just enough to stick her tongue out at me. “Flattery won’t save you if the engagement party isn’t perfect. I want it big, Adrian. Expensive. Beautiful. The kind of night people remember for years.” “It will be,” I promised. “I’ve already given the orders. Whatever you want, you’ll get.” She smiled, eyes sparkling even through the mask. “Good. Because I’m excited. Nervous, but excited. Don’t mess this up, okay?”

She knew very powerful ones which every man or woman always succumbed to. In the days leading up to her engagement party, Maya got so busy making arrangements and inviting many dignitaries. She also invited members of the press because she wanted her engagement and wedding to be the talk of the town. She ordered a very expensive diamond studded gown which was made by a famous fashionista and made sure the cake, wine food and everything else was going to spell nothing but class and elegance.

I turn back to the mirror, adjusting my cufflinks as I prepare. A while later, she walks down the stairs, the black gown I gave her hugging her body in all the right places. It highlights her soft, pinkish skin and small frame while maintaining modest elegance. Her hair is tied in a messy bun, exposing the delicate curve of her neck. The red gloss on her lips only enhances her softness. She looks angelic, her innocence clashing with the allure of the gown. My breath catches in my throat. I can already imagine every man at the gala turning their heads, but one reaction matters more than the rest. Vincent’s.

She was wearing an expensive designer gown—Valentino or Versace, I can't remember which—dripping with jewelry that probably cost more than most people's houses. Her face was flushed with excitement, eyes bright with anticipation. "Hey, darling!" she gushed, reaching for my hand. "You look incredible. The photographer and media are on their way—they should be here in about fifteen minutes. We're going to rock this! This is going to be the engagement announcement of the year!" She was just too annoying to even look at. Everything about her suddenly irritated me—her breathless enthusiasm, the naive excitement, the way she looked at me like I was some kind of prize she'd won.

*The Engagement party* It was the day of the engagement. Despite Stacy's sadness, she dressed up so elegantly and wore a red fitted gown that gave justice to her well-endowed body. Her belly had begun protruding and the pregnancy was looking good on her, adding an extra glow to the already existing goddess look she had. Stacy stood in front of the mirror, panting. She had been rehearsing how to act normal and pretend everything was well but she couldn't stop getting nervous.

I worked my jaw and dropped my face, sighing tiredly. "Fine," I grunted, releasing her face and turning around. I never really stood a chance anyway. She dressed up in a form fitting black bodysuit that hugged her body all the way to her ankles and donned a black rubber trenchcoat over it. She slipped into stilletos and her only makeup was a brush of red lipstick. I watched her talk about something mundane as she brushed her hair at the dresser, her engagement ring glittering around her finger. 'You're the man I love.'

“If we’re doing this fake engagement, let’s at least make it look convincing.” Now they stood side by side at the entrance of the upscale charity gala, cameras flashing like gunfire. Elena wore a deep emerald gown that hugged her figure while carefully covering the bandage on her side. Cassian’s hand rested possessively on her lower back, his black tuxedo making him look every inch the powerful heir he still was — at least on paper. The media went wild the moment they stepped onto the red carpet. “Mr. Hale! Is it true the engagement started as a cover for family secrets?”

She entered the mansion with a happy smile. ___ Jennifer twirled gracefully, a vision of elegance in her stunning blue gown. Her makeup was flawlessly applied, enhancing her natural beauty, and her hair, meticulously styled with curlers, framed her features in soft waves. She was the epitome of beauty. Turning to Damon, she batted her eyelashes and asked, "Hey, baby! How do I look?"

She has changed so much, I couldn’t even recognize her. She looks classy and beautiful, so beautiful. She could be mistaken for a young heiress from an extremely wealthy family. Even with Raphael by my side, I still don’t have the luxury of looking this good. I think she had spent the day at the beauty salon and spa, she looks so stunning and her skin is so spotless and sparkling. She is emanating a special kind of glow, the kind of glow that was seen on my face after Raphael proposed.