Novel & Cerita The Belle Of Belgrave Square

Jasmine passed the comb through her hair one last time, then watched the mirror. She wasn't quite sure why she was making an effort today, but she knew it had something to do with the new neighbour. She immediately shook her head. Maybe she should let herself become a full adult before hitting on a man like that, but she couldn't help wanting to be noticed by him. She swallowed, then put the hair up, tying it into a high ponytail. She was wearing a dress, and she watched herself in the mirror again. She rarely wore dresses and she thought she could just let it wait till her 18th birthday by the end of the week.

She gave them a professional smile. "I am sorry. I didn't see you, Sir. How may I help you?" She asked, her tone calm and composed. Though she was nervous and her heart was fluttering looking at the two men, she appeared to be collected. "We have an appointment with the Vice President," Stave answered returning her smile. He noticed that she did not fawn over his friend like the way other ladies did. It impressed him. At least people here were not headless chickens. "May I know your name, Sir?"

Who was she, this servant who spoke as though crowns were familiar things? The ball called him back before he could decide. Inside, the music thundered. Light shattered across jewels and masks, and Tremaine of Canmore stood at the center of it all, her smile a polished blade. She was beautiful in the way poison was—gleaming, irresistible, deadly. His father’s eyes shone with approval, as though the union were already sealed. And then—chaos. It began with gasps, rippling across the hall like wind across snow. August turned, and for the first time in many years, his composure fractured.

"If I were you, I wouldn't think twice about accepting Brian's date; you're the only stupid girl who can resist the charms of the campus belle! Seriously, I can't get over it. What's your problem? What kind of man do you want?" Emily was still grumbling while fixing her makeup, which was honestly still very perfect.

Taking the elevator, she tapped on the thirteenth floor. She rang the bell, and it got opened by Elena's step-brother, Thomas. He was lean but tall and blonde. He had those dark eyes darker than black color and for some reason he wasn't giving good vibes to Eva. She gulped when he furrowed his eyebrows suspiciously. He was making her more nervous than she was already. She touched her neck only to find it empty. She had a habit of touching her necklace whenever she was feeling nervous, not to mention she didn't take off the pendant Vincent gifted her on their half wedding anniversary. She took it off. He wouldn't find her or else it would spoil her plan even before starting it. She didn't eve

I know how much this means to him so yes… I will be your willing sacrifice, friend! As he went down the stairs and entered the ballroom area and sees the two stressed-out lady bosses frostily orders everyone around, he can’t help but rethink what he’s doing. Willing sacrifice, my ass! What the hell am I saying? "Uhhhh Señora Belle? Can I have a word with you?" The senior beauty turns around gracefully and focuses on Nate who has now paused at the sophistication The Belle was showing despite the stressful tasks she is now overseeing. Even the way she turned around, she seemed like she was underwater. Her gauzy, silky layered dress made her look like there was a wind machine aimed at her even

The content of the first box made me gasp, and the second had me fanning myself because the room suddenly got hot seeing those presents. The first box contained a backless lavender dress, with a slit that stopped right at my thigh. The second box contained black Saint Laurent heels and a purse to match. The content of the last box was a beauty to behold. It was the latest edition of the Bulgari necklace. I was gobsmacked by this gift.

Belle smiled at the few staff who recognized her. She tried not to grab anyone’s attention. Okay, maybe a little. She may have kept her silence, but she has been possessed with her flair for the dramatic. She wore the perfect black dress, hugging her curves perfectly, and dark red lipstick like a typical movie villain. She contemplated adding sunglasses but thought nah, that would be too much.

he muttered as I slipped on my heels. I looked over my shoulder and smiled. “And miss the show? Not a chance.” *** The venue was gorgeous, of course it was. Rolling green vineyards, candlelit arches, violins humming something classical under a tented canopy. Bella had spared no expense to look like the kind of woman who deserved a fairytale. Too bad she didn’t realize she invited the villain. Well, she never expected that I would ever have any darkness in me. Little did she know.

Belle I was set to leave. My hair was tied into a ponytail, with half of it clipped to the side. I wore black pearl earrings. An off-shoulder short black dress with glitter hugged my body. The deep red lipstick I applied screamed bold and beautiful. My face was fully made up. Even though I knew I shouldn’t care, James had to see what he was about to miss out on. Wilders Corporation was having a charity gala today. A lot had been going on. I didn’t notice it until I received the email reminder this morning at the office.