Tiara Makeine Novels & Stories

Tiara said, “It’s on the right track. I’ve sent her your formula, and the product should have been manufactured. However, before we can introduce it to the market, we have to go through cumbersome procedures and government red tape.” All this while, Tiara had remained by James’ side. Not only did she take care of James, but she was also an intermediary between him and Quincy. James knew that he was being targeted. That was why instead of meeting or calling Quincy, he sent Tiara to deliver his messages. At that moment, Thea walked in, and Tiara stopped talking immediately. Thea then ordered, “Go wash the clothes, Tiara. I’ll take care of James.” “Ok.” Tiara nodded and turned to leave.

' Tiara thought bitterly and felt jealous at the same time. "Yeah, whatever!! Women like me don’t need a man who will gift any business to her." Tiara said, rubbing her success at his face that she was way better than a weak woman. "In a couple of months, I’m launching my own makeup brand." She added. If Wylder couldn’t have smelled her anger and jealousy, he would have thought that she was throwing her attitude. So, he just smiled, irritating Tiara more than she already was. She wanted to get a reaction from him, but nope, nothing.

Tiara's funeral was held on a gray Saturday in late November. Riley and Samuel attended together, along with Max and Nora. They sat near the back of the small chapel, not wanting to intrude on the grief of Tiara's sister and the few friends who'd stayed in touch over the years. The service was simple and beautiful. Layla, Tiara's younger sister, spoke about the vibrant woman Tiara had been before the accident. About her dreams of becoming a veterinarian, her love of old movies, her terrible singing voice that she used anyway.

Displeasing her would not be one good idea for the agency as well as Tiara was the only successful model in the present time. And if she decided to leave then the agency will have to face heavy bankruptcy which Hattiea didn't obviously wanted. "It's okay. Do you need anything Tiara?" Hattiea questioned her decorating a formal smile over her features. Tiara's eyes reddened as she glared at Hattiea with an unknown passion of danger for some seconds before soon opening her mouth again. "Jay, I need to talk to you alone..."

She is Tiffany Kyle, twenty two years, a fashion designer who would pass for a model even in the biggest modelling firm, "do you know why? “ Reason is because : She is not only a designer, but she is also a beautiful lady, who has chances of winning Miss world if given the chance to. That is how beautiful Tiffany is, you can call her beauty a spec cause it is very rare to find, it is uncommon, no man would stare at her once without staring over and over again till he trips over and fall, that is how beautiful Tiffany is. She is endowed with every thing a man would ever want in a lady, but only Miguel is lucky enough to have her.

Only… emptiness. I stepped in carefully. “Just you?” Tiara nodded faintly. “Everyone’s outside. My makeup artist stepped out. I… needed a moment alone.” I walked closer, brushing a fallen flower petal off the wooden chair before sitting beside her. My hand gently touched her wrist. It was cold. “You look beautiful today,” I whispered. “The dress is perfect on you.” Tiara turned slowly. Her lips lifted just a little, but not enough to be a smile. Her eyes shimmered with tears, and her fingers were tightly clenched in her lap.

Tiara covered her nose with a veil, came in, sat on the sofa and arrogantly said, "I'm the Kinson family's housekeeper, Tiara. I have come to make an end." Mary Kinson nodded gruffly and beckoned her with her eyes to continue.

Tiara was sitting alone on a swing in the garden. She moved the swing with her feet slowly. Tiara was waiting for Aland. He said he want to buy her a drink. The little girl looked up to see some canaries perched on a tree. Then Tiara looked down, turned to observe a pair of her shoes that were slightly dirty with dust. Her sapphire eyes widened as someone spilled water over her head. She can hear some people laughing at her when the water splashed down on her tiny body.

Next morning, Tiara has woken up with hundreds of calls and messages from her friends. Her sleepy eyes have failed to understand the context of the messages. But the moment all the memories rush back to her mind, she stiffens. Not only has she cancelled everything, but she has also confessed her love and has gotten rejected. Her hand reaches her forehead, gently rubbing between her brows. Tears fight to gather around her beautiful cerulean eyes. Not only has she lost those friends she thought of as true friends, but she has also been rejected.

"But, Tiara-" "Leave me alone, Yori!" Tiara's words were sharp and full of emotion. Her hands were clenched tightly, and now her eyes seemed a little disturbed by Yori's presence nearby. "I just need some time to myself." Then Tiara just left. Without saying anything, Tiara left Yori and Mirna behind.