Tessa Netting Broadway Novels & Stories

And she didn't look at Delia. Tessa walked right past my sister as if she were nothing more than a piece of cheap cardboard scenery. Her eyes were locked entirely on Julian. The certainty in her face was absolute—the look of a woman who had decided years ago that something belonged to her, and she had simply arrived to collect the debt. Delia’s smile froze. Her hand stayed on Julian's arm, but her body went entirely rigid as Tessa stepped onto the branded backdrop, directly into their space. "Tessa," Delia began, her voice high and sharp, trying to inject her standard social authority into the air. "We were just—"

I ask. "Are you serious?" Tessa screams, "Remember,the academy rulebook? We can't be late to any class. It's already two minutes left!" She runs up the stairs like Flash. Why didn't DC consider her for auditioning? "Fine." No perfume. I'm definitely going to take a shower after the class. Only if I reach in time. As I run upstairs to catch up with the very embodiment of Flash, the sensation of a pair of eyes watching me crawls down my spine.

Rollins shouted following Richard. Duncan's Mansion. *TESSA* I jumped on my bed after dressing up in my pyjamas. I couldn't stop day dreaming about Christian. I am loving him right now, how I wish he is my boyfriend. His looks are breathtaking, his black curly hair appreciates his eyebrows as they almost touch each other. I looked at my phone repeatedly expecting his call. I kept myself busy with a novel, I got tired of it so soon.

Tessa fought the urge to run. She forced herself to stay focused on the stage, trying to ignore the sound of her heartbeat pounding out of control. The necklace up for auction was breathtaking. The emerald gleamed under the lights, like a fragment of the forest trapped inside a crystal. “Starting bid at eighty thousand dollars,” announced the auctioneer. “Nathan, once you buy one thing, we’re leaving, okay?” Tessa whispered, half-pleading. “The color’s just like your eyes when you’re mad,” Nathan murmured.

At Tessa's Fashion store Tessa Fashion store was a famous fashion boutique. All the clothes were original designs which makes them exceptionally expensive. But more the money it cost the more it attracted valuable customers like celebs and rich crowd. There was always some famous fashion icon or a new model or an heir of mega rich company present trying to disguise themselves with mask or a cap. In a bright afternoon, a middle aged women known as Madam Nein was wailing and was about to lose all her composure. She couldn't believe just how incompetent helpers of such a reputed store could be. It is such a disgrace.

She had come to the banquet by tagging along with others. Her eyes had fallen on Lucas’ cousin, Aaron Carter, a spoiled playboy. Tessa had wrapped him around her little finger, and when she learned of the banquet, she begged Aaron to sneak her in. At first, Aaron hesitated. After all, this was a family banquet—bringing an outsider was sure to earn him a scolding if the elders found out. But Tessa had already prepared her move. She leaned in, voice dripping with temptation. "Aaron, do you still see me as an outsider?"

She thought. She walk back to her room and picked up her phone to see a message from nethean and Tessa. "Hey, my mum got me an outfit for the audition, no more shopping. Have a wonderful date." She opened the second message from nethean. "I will do as you want kitty, anything for my queen. Just put on a jean and tank top, I will be at your place in five. Love you." She smile at his message, she did pick out the right outfit. She quickly off the dress and put on the outfit he suggested.

“Still think we’re in a dream?” Tessa chuckled, wiping her forehead. “If we are, don’t wake me.” The day sped by in a blur of laughter, spilled coffee, and hurried introductions. Before leaving, Nora told them, “We’ll need volunteers for the showcase event next week the T- Fashion House Annual Gala. It’s a big deal. You’ll meet the board, designers, and maybe even Tariq himself.” Tessa’s heart skipped. Tariq himself. She’d heard the name so many times from Liv, from magazines, from fashion blogs but never imagined she’d step into his world this quickly.

he said. "And tell Tessa," I said. "*You* tell Tessa," he said, and I could hear him smiling. "Fair," I said. I hung up and called Tessa. She screamed. Audibly, on a public street, loudly enough that two people walking past looked at me with open alarm. "TESSA," I said. "I'M ALLOWED," she said. "THIS IS ALLOWED." "People are staring at me," I said. "Let them stare," she said. "MERIDIAN. Scarlett. *MERIDIAN.*"

Don't tell me this bastard made her not wear it. "They’re late,” Tessa said, checking her phone for the third time, practically annoyed, “So rude. People like that never respect time.” I ignored her, but Valerie didn’t. She smiled, “They’re nervous, Tess,” she said sweetly. “This is a lot for them. The press, the attention…” I almost snorted. Of course, she was already setting the stage. Make Crystal look small, make Noah look grateful, and make herself look gracious. I stopped hearing the restaurant noise for a second, because all I saw was them.