What Does Annabeth Chase Look Like Novels & Stories

I didn't know how long I would stay so I told Jonas to pick me up later before taking Cho up the front lawn. Annabeth was on her portable beach chair next to the pool with an umbrella over her head for the perfect sun-tanning experience. She wore a stripped one piece skirted swim suit that revealed the butterfly tattoo on her waist. “Hey girl,” She waved at me taking off her sunshades. I smiled walking up to her. From what I saw, she was determined to recreate a beach weekend from the comfort of her home. Her maids were sitted on picnic mats fixing her nails and hair.

“Is she alright?” She can hear a soft voice, perhaps a girl. Anna stirs and slowly opens her eyes to find herself in an alien chamber. The face of a pretty girl in her mid twenties appears in front of her. The girl has short cropped ginger hair with sharp features and small freckles on her nose. She is not so tall but there is an elegant vibe swirling around her. Anna also notices that the girl is wearing a tiara with the emblem of the Costas.

Annabeth changed into her toasting clothes and hairstyle before toasting to the guests, table by table while holding Josh’s hand. Annabeth’s toasting dress was also a luxurious, custom-made dress… It was a red silk dress with a white fur shawl on the outside. Traditional elements inspired this design. As such, her hair was also pulled into a classic bun with a few wavy curls loosely dangling by her side. With a natural glow on her skin, she appeared elegant yet noble. Her face also seemed somewhat smaller. Her look also gave off a timeless vibe. On top of her intricate makeup and luxurious diamond necklace, bracelets, and earrings, she looked just like an elegant woman on television shows.

*** “I don’t want you anywhere near my family, or even in Canada!” Annabeth slowly raised her head to look at Elizabeth as soon as she heard her voice, tears slowly streaming down her face, Annabeth was putting on a loose fitting black gown that touched the ground with a scarf tightly tied around her head and a black shawl carelessly draped over her shoulders while Elizabeth was in a black floral dress which stopped just at her knee, she was putting on a conspicuous black fashionable fascinator carefully placed at the left side of her hair, her small black bag clutched tightly in her left hand.

Swaying majestically towards me, I can clearly see why she has long line of suitors already waiting for her to turn eighteen. Unlike me who is of a small frame and has a frail face, nobody in the pack resembles me, not even my own parents... Anna is five feet nine inches tall, with silky straight waist-length blond hair, green eyes like seaweed underwater, surrounded by long thick dark lashes set in a delicately beautiful oval-shaped face, and the slenderness of her body shown to advantage in her red cheerleading uniform. "Happy birthday bestie.” She says, wrapping me into a hug. Pulling away, she examines me, “Eighteen look so good on you. I’m jealous.” Her green eyes twinkling. Trust Anna

With every glance, she looked like someone who could make hearts skip a beat and ignite a spark of curiosity in those around her. Annie's face was adorned with delicate features, a perfectly shaped nose, and full lips that always seemed to hold a hint of a secretive smile. She possessed an air of confidence that exuded from her, making her presence impossible to ignore. Her slender neck gracefully led down to her collarbone, hinting at the elegance beneath.

Like he didn’t need alcohol to help loosen up and behave the way that’s expected of him. Annabelle is already on the dance floor. She wears a pastel purple dress that shimmers and has black details that help outline her figure. Her strawberry blonde hair is pinned up in a nice bun, she wears a black mask and I notice that her eyes appear dark. She must’ve put in colored contacts to help disguise who she is. It’s not every day you see a girl with pale purple eyes. Hazel is wearing a formal romper and sticks out compared to the rest of the girls here. But she doesn’t care, she’s confident in her own skin. Her eyes meet mine from across the room and she nods at me.

Before I could reply to her, she closed up the distance to Bella and held out her hand to her. “Hi, I am Annabeth, you must be the incredible Bella who has dashed into my friend’s life,” she said. “Hello,” Bella said shyly and I didn’t blame them. Annabeth had such an intimidating aura. Her long legs and tanned face made her look like the goddess of war herself. She was as beautiful as she was fierce yet she had a heart of gold. She pulled a strand of Bella’s long hair in her hand and turned to me, “I love your hair! Can I keep her?”

She wrote it and it changed me from that sad and depressed Kamila who wallows in self pity and hatred everyday of her life to the person that I am now. So why her daughter? Why, her husband? It's just unbelievable. I spent hours comparing the physical features of Annabelle and Paige. Paige has greyish blue eyes and Annabelle's are hazel. The same skin tone. Uhm...same lips, that lovely flattened heart shaped lips. Same hair colour, brownish and long. My hair is the opposite. It's only shoulder length and not as full as theirs. I grew up envying others with full hair. What about their brows?

I hear her rustling for her things, and her keys jingling, before the front door opens and closes. I turn to Queen Abigail. I bow my head, then look up at her. She stands and walks to me. I have to catch my breath. The resemblance to Cherry is stunning. The resemblance to me is stunning. She has raven black hair, warm brown eyes, and the same button nose.