She Becomes Glamorous After The Engagement Novels & Stories

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.

The cheongsam is tailored, outlining her beautiful figure with bumps and convexes, making her look more slender and perfect. The long black hair is tied up in a bun at the back of her head, and the bun is also decorated with pink cherry blossoms. The moth's eyebrows are lightly swept, and the vermilion lips are lightly tapped. The fluffy snow muscles are dyed with a touch of bright red. She seems to be a fairy falling into the mortal world. The Sanchez family, who invested a lot of money, arranged the engagement banquet in a six-star hotel. Ashley got out of the car and went straight to the banquet hall.

She was a woman and she looked really good in a bright red dress that shone when she moved. Her dark hair was pulled back which made her neck look really nice. She looked around the room once, then her eyes locked on us. On me. Soren’s hand pressed a fraction firmer against my back. She approached with a champagne flute in hand, smile perfectly calibrated. “Soren. I heard rumors. I see they’re true.” Her eyes flicked to me, polite on the surface but cold underneath. “And this must be the mysterious fiancée.” “Talia Jett,” I said, keeping my voice steady. I extended my hand.

The anger burned hotter than the pain. Hours later, Grace stepped out of the room in a stunning silver gown that hugged her curves perfectly. The fabric shimmered under the soft lighting, and her hair was swept up in an elegant twist. She looked like someone who belonged on a magazine cover. Aiden was waiting outside the door, dressed in a sharp black suit. He looked at her, and for a second, his expression softened. He offered his arm, and she took it, playing her role.

If things went according to plan, she would ask to spend the night with her parents. That should be a good reward. “You look stunning,” Noah said in an audible tone as she walked down the stairs. She had almost frowned at the attention when she noticed flashes, the living room was filled with paparazzi, all trying to take perfect pictures of the engaged couple. Just like she practised, she smiled, a smile so bright and broad that it hurt her bruised cheek. “You look handsome,” she said in a sultry tone, smiling at her tormentor. They bought it up, all excited to see this love slowly blossom as it was.

A woman with honey-blonde curls and striking amber eyes practically barrels into Elijah, throwing her arms around him. “My boy!” she exclaims dramatically. “You didn’t tell me you were bringing such a stunning fiancée!” Wait. What? I mean, sure, we are kind of official—but saying it out loud like that? My brain needs time to process it. Before I can say anything, she whirls toward me and envelops me in a crushing hug. I let out a strangled gasp as she squeezes the air from my lungs. “Oh, I knew you’d find someone special! You always had that brooding, tragic romantic air about you.” She pulls back, gripping my shoulders, eyes sparkling. “But to already be engaged? You sly thing.”

Fortunately, she has a daughter who can support her to attend the engagement as usual. Regardless of Nina's will, Sunny walks to her wardrobe and picks out the lime-green strapless skirt, "Here, put it on! You must never lose the imposing manner even if you fail. Haven't you heard of that? At the engagement ceremony of your ex-boyfriend, you can show the momentum of a winner in life only when you dress up brilliantly!" A winner in life? Why does it sound so ironic? "Jasmine's goanna tease you for a few words. At that time, you just need to stand up straight and shut her up with your beauty! It must be a great feeling!" Sunny spares no effort to lobby Nina, and is ready to take off her black

Giulia sat across from me in her silk robe, her hair pinned in soft curls, a makeup artist gently brushing highlighter along her cheekbones while another worked on her nails. She looked like a painting. We exchanged a soft, giddy smile, the kind only sisters in spirit could share. “Oh my God, Alina,” she whispered, clutching my hand for a moment. “We’re really getting married.” I swallowed, nodding as I glanced down at my engagement ring glinting under the light, the weight of it grounding me. I caught my reflection in the mirror. My hair was in waves down my back, my lips tinted a soft rose, my skin glowing under the careful touch of the artists. I didn’t even look like the Alina who used t

Shame, she might never get that chance. It had been 3 weeks since the charity ball. She hadn't seen anyone she knew since then. Not Elijah or Ryder or Even her new master. Bile rose up in her throat again. "Master.” that word unnerved her. She looked at herself in the mirror. The reflection showed a stunning woman in a gown of soft silk, adorned with embroidered lace that shimmered under the blazing lights of the chandelier. She truly had never been this beautiful. Her face was flawless; the beauticians had given their best.

I could see the admiration in everyone's eyes when I arrived at the venue of my engagement party; almost everyone didn't know who I was since this would be the night that Henry would finally introduce me as her sister as well as announce my engagement to Ram. Kia did an excellent job of making me seem so lovely for this night, and the off-the-shoulder white gown designed by a well-known designer in the United States completed my look. "You look so gorgeous, Ms. Atilla," Samantha greeted me with a smile. "Thank you, Samantha; you look beautiful as well," I said. I wasn't just complimenting her for the sake of recognizing her; at forty, she still looked like she was in her late twenties, and s