Something Blue Emily Giffin Novels & Stories

Emily and Anastasia argued over how to style my hair, finally deciding to pull it back and leave a few strands loose. I put on the dress and heels, and as I gazed in the mirror, I couldn't help but admit I looked truly beautiful - not like a slave at all. After getting ready, I noticed a small box inside the fancy box that I had missed earlier. Inside, I found a gorgeous blue pendant. Emily helped me put it on, and it perfectly complemented my blue eyes. Emily squealed with excitement, complimenting me on how sexy I looked, but I thought "cute" was a more fitting description.

Emily admitted walking towards me. She was wearing a white top with black jeans and was wearing white sneakers. She had also recently dyed the ends of her hair pink. It matched her blond hair. "Why did Wilson call you, not me?" I asked. "Didn't say." "Fine, then you can do this," I said handing the phone and computer to her. "What do you want me to do with this?" Emily asked. "Get me information off these. And if anything is suspicious then you call me immediately."

They had a different choice of colours; so David's side was painted sky-blue, just like Emily's, while Mercy's was strawberry pink. Emily could only thank God Mercy wasn't a sucker for pink like Jessica was. When she had stepped into Jessica's room, she had almost barfed. It had been like walking into Barbie's personal shrine: pink bed covers, pink wardrobe, pink walls, pink everything! It had taken her everything not to make a snide comment. Emily sat on the edge of David's bed. "Leave me alone," he cried. She sighed deeply. "We're just worried about you." He sniffed.

With shoulder length hair in a half bun, he looked handsome. I look away when that man's emerald eyes catches mine. My eyes zone out on Emily. She looked ethereal in light blue shaded with dark blue, one shoulder pleats dress. No one would say she was breaking down just a few days ago. With a smile she was socialising with everyone. I looked down at my hand, which was in his hold. A big pink star diamond ring glinting in my ring. It matched with my pastel pink jewel neckline dress.

She says, and I grin, taking all of them in. Blu has sky blue hair, with an eyes that match, I think secretly, she likes her hair, and the colour blue, she'll never admit it though. She has a rascal kind of dress sense, more of street style, a dressing that says I don't care, but looks so beautiful and the amount of time she put into deciding shows she cares.

Drinking had never been my thing. Mr Emerson declined also and then suddenly went still. I followed his gaze, to land on one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. She looked even more enthralling in person compared to the photos I had seen. Jet black hair slightly wavy and cascading down her back, a scarlet gown that was strapless, hugging her curves but still billowing out beneath her to give the impression of a full skirt. Her lips matched, a maroon that looked like the deepest parts of a sunset. Her eyes were a particular shade of blue, light and still swirling with a band of black around the edges.

Emmy said… Okay that gossiping shit is not my style but I have to keep appearances and I didn’t totally hate Emmy and Sarah. "Well I guess the blond one is more pretty than handsome. I mean blond hair and blue eyes! Like a plastic doll" plus he is an asshole did I mention that before? I wanted to add "So definitely Mr. Blue eyes black hair wins" they started laughing but abruptly stopped and looked behind me. Oh no no no. Are they standing behind me? Did they just hear that? Can this day get any worse? All my questions were answered with the sound of clearing of a throat.

she said, circling me like a cat. “Maybe I am,” I muttered, swirling the drink in my hand. “Good,” she purred. “Because she deserves it.” I didn’t ask who she meant. She didn’t have to say Carolyn’s name. The air itself bent toward her whenever she was in the room. Emma leaned in, her perfume sickly sweet. “Do you know what she’s wearing? Midnight blue. Like she thinks she’s some tragic queen. Like she owns the night.” I didn’t respond. My eyes had already found her.

Whether she fit Margaret's taste or not wasn't her business but that of Alex and his family, since Alex had chosen her and for her to be compensated well enough, she needed to play her role well and that's her main priority. *** Alex drove his shiny black car to Emily's small house. He waited while Emily came out, adjusting the hem of her dress. She wore a nice navy blue dress that showed her figure modestly with an elegant off-white wedge. Her hair was in a bun, with a few strands framing her face which complemented the light makeup she applied. As Alex saw Emily, he was amazed by how beautiful she looked. For the past few years, she had been working with him, this was the first time he'd s

she said with her jaw clenched. For several seconds, Prince did not dare to reply. He didn't dare meet Emily's gaze, nor did he glance. "You know what my favorite color used to be?" Emily blinked. She didn't expect that Prince would give such a response. "Blue," Prince answered himself. "Just like most boys, my favorite color is blue. But until one moment, I changed it to yellow." Emily was now stunned. For some reason, her heart started racing. "Why?" Prince glanced. His eyes were so calm and sad.