Novel & Cerita She Is Still Cute Today

She's more gorgeous to me today than when we first met. Her long dark hair is pulled up in a messy bun, like she wears when she's deep cleaning the house. Her beautiful, flawless tan skin hasn't aged a day since we met in college, and her beautiful red lips… to this day, I'm in awe of her natural beauty. She looks at me through her long, dark lashes, just a hint of a smile. Not the kind of smile she used to give me… the one that said she was happy to see me. No. This is more like she's tolerating me being here because she has to. It breaks my heart because I did that. I did. And I will never forgive myself for it.

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.

I'm slightly taking aback by the fiery platinum blondie smiling brightly in front of me. "Um.. About what? "i swear this girl just shows up from no where most of the time and starts talking about some pointless stuff, i bet she's referring to her new mack cutex. "My shoes of course! "she grins and flips her gorgeous platinum curls with red highlights. Well, at least i was close.

“Good to see you today.” I said, while she just nodded. I prayed that she would be in a good mood, but her silence spoke otherwise. I took some time to observe her before talking further. Her hair was unusually packed today, and it gave me a full view of her distressed yet stunning face. She is the real definition of beauty for ashes. Though she still had some scars on her left cheek, the redness of those scars only complemented her beauty. She didn't have any blood stain today on her body, and I wondered why.

Week 4 “Do I look ok?” She asked. “What do you mean?” “I can't help but feel a little bloated today and I just want to know if I'm imagining things or not.” “Now that you mention it, you do look different. But I can’t put my finger on it. Oh, I know. You look more beautiful today.” “I guess it's just me then” She snorted. “Are you feeling better?” “Yeah. Can we go get cupcakes for breakfast?”

Maybe today wasn’t going to be so bad after all. We walked over to the table, and as we got closer, I saw there was already someone sitting there—a really pretty girl who looked like she could be in a magazine or one of those fashion ads on TV. She had smooth, dark brown skin that looked soft and glowing, and her hair was done in long, neat braids that fell perfectly over her shoulders. She wore a light purple sweater with small sparkles on it, paired with ripped jeans and white sneakers. Everything about her screamed confidence and style, like she knew exactly how to look good without even trying.

“I’m not using much strength either. It’s mostly you moving yourself.” She was wearing regular clothes instead of a suit today. The bun she usually donned was let loose for once. Ever since her husband passed, she put away her flashy accessories too, but today, she had taken them out and put them on. With her delicate makeup, she looked like a young woman in her early twenties. It was hard to tell she was a mother in her thirties to a nine-year-old son. When she left this morning, her son complimented her on how beautiful she looked today.

"Be patient, okay? Just wear my jacket for now. I can't have a gorgeous girl like you catching a cold. If you really want to find a skin to wear so badly, we can go hunt for one tomorrow." She lifted her twisted, mangled face. "Really?" "Of course. I'd never lie to you." I lifted her chin and said, marveling, "By the way, that lipstick color is amazing! The second I saw it, I was hooked. You've got excellent taste." [What the heck? The bloody lady just put away the hair she uses to twist heads off! And now, she's standing in the corner like a little girl. And… Is she blushing? Is she seriously shy right now?!]

she said so emphatically that I laughed weakly. She looks cute today because she's wearing a pastel hoodie partnered with black pajamas. I always see her wearing black clothes like there's always a funeral. Seeing her with pastel colored clothes makes me want to pinch her cheeks because of cuteness. Okay, remember Warren that she's a dangerous woman. "Coming right away," I said still laughing so she snorted because he seemed to be annoyed. "Do you really have to push her?" I asked and looked at Xeri who's watching us.

She would not normally give a damn about her looks , but today is an excuse to be vain. “I have a feeling that the Rogues are getting impatient and burning your house down is just the beginning.” “Of what?” “Honey, the real battle is about to begin. You better buckle up, because I am betting my bottom dollar that Quentin is upping the ante today. That is why he got you another teacher.” Perhaps that was the case. She was more bothered of how her brows looked like today. Will they need plucking or were her lips too dry and needed chapstick? Will lipstick be acceptable?