Novel & Cerita She Is Also Cute Today

she quips sheepishly. “Well... to me, it’s the opposite. Because of her I don’t use my phone much these days and believe me life is way better..” I will choose Coco over my phone any day. “So, how was your day today?” Unsure again, but I answer anyway, “Had a real good hockey practice match today,” I say. Her smile gets uncomfortable again. But she nods. “Nice weather it is..” she says after a while.

Was that really how I looked at her? I was only staring because I missed her. She looked so pretty today, simple, but captivating. Her outfit reminded me of how she used to dress before. When she’s at work, she looks so elegant, almost untouchable. But now… she looks soft. She looks cute. Lovable.

She’s relatively tall, about 5 foot 10 inches and curvy, and she’s absolutely gorgeous with her freckles across the tops of her shoulders and across her nose and cheeks. “Glad you could get away from the little ones too Anne. Though I do miss their little faces.” I say as I hug her back. “Alright ladies, let’s take this party inside!” Kita yells out.

She is trying to catch the petals of them in her palms. When she does that I almost forget that she is the same girl who was crying hard a few hours ago. Right now, she is different. She looks mesmerizing, without worries, and like someone who exactly knows what she wants from life and how she exactly knows to enjoy every moment of life. Or maybe she had once been a girl like that now she lost that charm of her with the difficult times she had to go on. “Let's here,” she says. I nod my head and we sit together, today is so much closer than any other day cause today is different. She is someone special and the most important person in my life right now.

she tells me. I want to laugh. Hardin will be Hardin even if the world ends today. I know him better than she does. But I just nod and lean back into the chair, letting it go for now. I’d seen her when he picked her up earlier, but seeing her out here like this is different. Her two-piece outfit... a simple shirt and shorts... makes her look gorgeous. Her dark hair is falling all messy around her shoulders, and she’s got a face cap on that somehow just makes her look hotter. "You look pretty," I tell her.

cautious, calculated, and protective. When she’s satisfied, she turns to me. I tilt my head and look over at Kennedy. “Sister, you are looking so beautiful today.” She blinks, confused, then says, “Thank you. You know, Clover, I’m so sick of you getting in this... ” Then she stops cold. Her eyes widen. “Did you just say I look beautiful today?” I smile. “Yes. Your hair is so long now. And I love the curly parts of it.”

I like the sound of her laugh, even the sarcastic one she uses when she’s trying to hide the real one. She leans back in her chair, tapping her spoon against her mug. “You’re… different today.” “Different how?” “Less grumpy.” She pauses. “And a tiny bit sweet.” My jaw tightens. “Don’t call me sweet.” “But you are.” God, she’s going to be the death of me. And I love it. --- After breakfast, she curls up on the couch, blanket wrapped around her shoulders like she’s claiming the space. My space. It looks better with her in it.

(Translation: I will tell you, but not today, some other time. "Par aaj kyun nahi?" She again questioned. (Translation: But why not today?) "Aaj aap bohot thak gayi hain." He said and she nodded with a smile. Then a bright, delighted giggle escaped her. A real one. (Translation: You are very tired today.) "Toh sirf hum aap ko choo sakte hain? Aur koi nahi?" She smiled mischievously. (Translation: So, only I can touch you? No one else?)

Still emotionally allergic to vulnerability. But this? This version of her felt warmer somehow. More alive. And the scary part? I liked it too much. “What has gotten into you today?” I asked before I could stop myself. She looked up at me suspiciously. “What do you mean?” “You’re acting…” I paused slightly trying to find the right word. “…cute.” Her eyes narrowed instantly. “I said cats and dogs are cute,” she corrected immediately. “I am not.” I burst out laughing. Actually laughing.

She was wearing no make-up, and the peaches cream bloom that her skin usually wore was missing. She had brushed her hair, but only so she could tie it at the back to keep the long, heavy mass out of the way. And she was wearing a simple, blue skirt teamed with a long, loose silk knit jumper in a delicate shade of cream. Under normal circumstances, the pastel color would’ve suited her, but today it just enhanced her washed-out look. Not that she cared anyway. She didn't care about anything that had to do with herself right now. ‘He doesn't look too hot either,’ Hailee noted.