Romans & histoires The Dazzlings

The black sedan's taillights disappeared into the swirling Bangkok haze, leaving Chalida stranded. She stared up at the L'Aura building, a monumental, darkened silhouette against the bruised purple of the twilight sky. The boutique’s display windows, usually ablaze with expensive light, were now lifeless, reflecting only her furious, disbelieving face. She cursed under her breath, fumbling for her phone. The gala. Canceled. Her career. Drowning.

The bass pulsed through the crowded club like a second heartbeat, heavy and relentless. Colored lights swept across the dance floor in fractured patterns, blue, violet, electric white, turning sweat-slicked bodies into living fragments of color. Elias Noir moved with them, loose and laughing, his usual precise control melted away by victory and vodka. Elara Voss spun beside him, her dark curls bouncing as she threw her arms up and screamed again, “We’re going to Nationals, baby!”

Seeing me he gulped before saying. “ Company name is DazzleLux , this could offer luxury event planning services, high-end interior design consultations, or exclusive fashion styling serv” I cut him off. “ Not asking for his bio data you idiot” I said as I stood up in anger and left my house. I think he needs some good talk. I called the driver and sat in the car immediately “ Drive to DazzleLux company”. I said. Hearing me, the driver nodded and fastly started the car.

Soon, we were out of the elevator and I could see the others that Damon said were waiting for us. I recognized that high pitched voiced girl called Tiffany and I could see that she was waving at us to come over to where they were standing. "Let's go, shall we?" Tiffany said in her usual high pitched voice. "I thought it would be nice to celebrate our first party outside with chicken and beer." She rambled on and I tried to listen to what she was saying since she was walking by my side and seemed to be talking to Damon and I. "What do you think?" She asked.

Hazel was a vision in her baby pink dress, her hair cascading down her back in loose waves. The light makeup she wore enhanced her natural beauty, giving her a soft, ethereal glow. A delicate net dupatta draped over her shoulders, and diamond earrings sparkled in her ears—earrings she had worn on Gabriel's wedding anniversary. She stood by the door of the washroom, her heart racing as she listened to the water stop. Gabriel had finished his shower, and Hazel's anticipation grew. She had prepared an elaborate breakfast for him that morning, hoping to surprise him with her efforts.

It takes thirty minutes to find what to wear, and when I do, I don’t know what to do with my face. Should I apply foundation first? Or mascara? I am so lost, I give up in the end. With just lip gloss on my lips, and my hair packed in a bun, I make my way out of the house and head for the restaurant where the reunion is being held. Upon arrival, I am met with ladies in luxury wear, their perfume overpowering the room. They are all busy talking to each other when I walk fully in, and all eyes fall on me. “Aha, you must be Lennox Damien. The nerd!” One of the ladies’ eyes sparks with interest as she claps her hands.

“No harm done. They’re just overexcited.” But the whispers clung, sharp and suspicious. And then Daisy chose that moment to pout. Her doll tumbled from her hands, and her little mouth twisted, eyes welling. But instead of tears, golden light shimmered—faint but real, flickering through her irises like trapped fire. A woman behind me gasped. “Did her eyes—” “Lights!” I cut in too loud, too sharp. I scooped Daisy up, spinning toward the gym ceiling. “See? Fluorescents always flicker in here. Gives you that weird glow sometimes.”

"I called Laynie and told her what time we were coming. She's going to save a table for us there. Were you ready to go or did you want to stare at my ass a little longer?" "Honestly?" I see her nod with her sinister smile I love. "Fuck yeah I want to stare at your ass more. Are you insane? Do you know what that dress is doing to me right now?" "I can tell it has made you forget your manners because those roses are just clinging to your hand when they should be in a jar of water in my kitchen."

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Dalia dolled me up, it's her touch, her art, from head to toe. A royal blue long dress is shimmering on my body, reaching down to my white heels, exposing my back. My right thigh is peeking through the narrow slit cut, and thin straps clinging to my shoulders. I have never been so beautiful. Never. Dalia knows well that I am not fond of makeup, she only did what was needed. “Tonight…Rizz won't be able to take his eyes off you.” Her tone is soft, yet sultry, bringing a shy smile to my lips.