Romans & histoires The Change Kirsten Miller

The producer, Hannah Kelly, shook her hand and welcomed her cordially, “I am so happy the higher-ups changed their mind and decided to cast you instead. You will make an awesome Betty.” “Thank you.” Kiara smiled politely. Hannah Kelly has been in the industry for years now and was enlisted amongst the big names, being praised by her was indeed an honour for the girl. Even though it was a joyous moment for her, there was something which was bothering her. After a bit of hesitation, she asked, “Miss Kelly, wasn’t another actress signed for this role? Why did they change her all of a sudden?” Sophia was currently packing a copy of the contract in her bag when she heard Kiara's question and her

However, he couldn't even see the expression on her face due to the mask she was wearing. Feeling elated, Karen turned to the masked woman with a smile as she stretched out her hand, “Sorry for my husband’s rudeness, but he’s Kris Miller, the CEO of Miller Textiles, and I’m his wife, Karen Miller.” “Nice to meet you, Karen," the masked woman said as she shook Karen’s hand. “You can call me T.” Her voice was filled with nothing but warmth, which irritated Kris for some reason. “Well, T," Linda Miller stepped forward to take control of the conversation again. “There’s something I would like to discuss with you. It’s about both of our fashion businesses."

Piper declared confidently. Piper returned to the Miller household. Because of the upcoming collaboration with Christine, everyone in the Miller family had started treating her differently over the past two days. For the first time ever, when it was time to cook dinner that evening, Mrs. Miller spoke up. “You don’t need to cook these next few days. Get some proper rest.” “Okay.” Piper couldn’t hide the delight on her face. Her life was finally about to get better. “Oh, by the way,” Mrs. Miller continued, “how’s the cooperation with the Pratt family going? How much money has Nathan managed to raise?”

I switched on the television and started enjoying my favorite soap opera. *****ASHER'S POV***** I drove into the packing lot, got down from my car and headed into the house. On opening the door, there she sat on the couch eating popcorn and watching movie. She had improved tremendously this past weeks of my absence, it greatly impressed me. Her skin was more polished and her hair, the wonderful ocean-blue hair that kept me wondering if she dyed it to suit her captivating ocean-blue eye .She appeared to be glowing and more beautiful. "Good evening Asher" she greeted smiling showing me her deep sided dimples which always blew my mind away.

The room was dark, the curtains drawn to keep out the frantic, flashing lights of the media drones hovering like mechanical vultures outside my window. I didn't turn on the television. I didn't need to. The glowing screen of the tablet in my lap was enough to show me the absolute, public execution of my dignity. “THE WAITRESS DETHRONED: ADRIAN KNIGHT ANNOUNCES SECOND WIFE.” “POLYGAMY IN THE EMPIRE: KNIGHT-LAURENT MERGER BALANCED BY SANDRA VANE.” “FROM THE CELL TO THE CORNER: CHERRY REPLACED BY COUTURE SEVEN HOURS AFTER RELEASE.”

Relief washed down the tension they had glued to their body and bones, when it seemed like Dalton would tell them without even having to ask. "It is not anything close to a divorce agreement papers, as the media must have published hours ago. They are bonding agreement papers indicating the fact that, Mrs. Aria Miller is going to be the CEO of one of the Miller's company on our third year anniversary," Dalton announced to the shock of everyone present in the room, with a stern face that totally established the validity in his words.

Kirsten looked at me in concern. Kirsten was the other person, besides Lydia, who treated me well in the club. She repeatedly rescued me from Davina and her friends' provocations. I thought she did that because she was our instructor. I didn't realize she did it because she cared about me. “You don't hate me?” I asked. “Everyone makes mistakes. The difference is your victims spread your crimes in the media. If you knew who I was, you would hate me, too,” she consoled. “We should start practicing. I'll do a few dances. Pick two that you can master quickly.”

She didn’t know if she had heard the other woman correctly. “Really? I thought Kirsten was totally against the idea of having kids.” Kit said. Kirsten was Curtie’s older sister, who was also Kit’s biggest rival in the family. Not that Kit had cared at all, but the two were the same age though Kit was a month older. Cindy changed the name that they had picked out for Kirsten to be close to hers but not the same. Kit had heard the story a hundred times through the years. Kit’s mother was not a fan of Cindy either. Kit thought about that for a second. She would be hard-pressed to find one woman in the extended family that actually liked Cindy. “Kirsten changed her mind on some things,” Cindy sa

Just like me, she was also surprised to witness the greatest player in AUT and son of the current governor of the state getting engaged to someone like Stacey who was the total opposite of him. Stacey was quiet, from a modest background, very intelligent, a little bit less reserved than Clara and a brunette which was a total contrast to Miller's preference for blonde bimbos. It was quite shocking how in love with Stacey Miller was. Everyone else was downstairs playing games asides from Mia, Christina and me. "I think I'd need another lesson from you, Chrissie. I still don't fully understand how to make this dish," Mia said. "Of course Mia, I'm ready to teach you anytime you'd like," Christin

During the three months before Lena’s delivery and the two months that followed, Kristen had already transformed her life completely. She’d started working for one of Mr Creed’s biggest companies in Italy, and soon enough, her name began echoing across the business world. Her scar had almost faded, though the pain behind it never left her heart. Her once long hair was now trimmed short which now shows a symbol of power, change, and control.