You Look Beautiful Tonight Novels & Stories

I might have tuned out the beginning of the speech, but I got the end, and it was a lovely speech he gave. “Did I tell you, you look beautiful tonight?” Jason says, wrapping his arms around my waist. “Yes, you did earlier in the house,” I say, smiling. “I think I still need to repeat it. You look gorgeous tonight, sweetheart,” “Thank you” Jason and I walk to our seats so the event can start.

I close my eyes and inhale, and for some reason, I feel… butterflies? I am confused. Everyone thinks I’m beautiful, so why are his words dancing around in my head, as if the concept of a compliment was foreign to me. I shake it away. Tonight is not about him. It’s not about Shane. It's about me, and that one lucky man, or woman, who silences the face paced world I live in. What does a natural beauty like myself wear tonight? Black is sultry. Red is daring. White is… perfect.

~ If only tonight, If this is all I got, If I can't have your love, I won't get back up this time. If only tonight, I'll race you to the sun, before the morning comes, if I can change your mind. It's only tonight, and tomorrow you're gone, and we're just a song, singing along...~ Music blasted on the speakers. She sang along with the song, driving down the gravelly road. The wind rushed in through the open windows, blowing her auburn hair around. The road was surrounded by a thick forest on either side.

Not even for being polite? As I discreetly clasped his hand, my face dropped. Darsh began strolling ahead, and I accompanied him at his pace. A bitter smile was tied to my lips as I somehow anticipated his indifference towards my elegance. "You're looking gorgeous." Darsh abruptly spoke out, and I turned to him bewildered. Did I hear wrong? "Eh?" "I said, you look beautiful tonight." He uttered it yet again. This time with a gentle smile, causing my heart to accelerate. He noticed?

“Spent 24 hours, I need more hours with you You spent the weekend getting even, ooh We spent the late nights making things right between us But now it's all good, babe Roll that back wood, babe And play me close 'Cause girls like you run 'round with guys like me 'Til sun down when I come through I need a girl like you, yeah yeah Girls like you love fun and, yeah, me too What I want when I come through I need a girl like you, “Es tan Hermoso(It's so beautiful)" Zendaya said as they walked to the table Mateo had set in his garden. He had set up a candlelit dinner for both of them. The stars were unusually out tonight, making it more beautiful. “Just like you love." He said pulling the chair fo

"I don't know about glowing, but thanks, Steph. You look amazing." She twirled with flair, her blue gown shimmering under the lights. It fit her figure like a glove, with a daring slit that ended just above her thigh. Her dark hair fell in loose waves, and her makeup was striking—a bold red lip and winged eyeliner that gave her a fierce look. As she sat down to touch up her lipstick, she said, "Tonight isn't about me. It's your night. Are you ready to be the star of the show?"

“How do I look?” “Beautiful,” I say, meaning it as I cock my head to the side and consider her in the last rays of the summer sun. I don’t even have to exaggerate to make her feel confident – my little sister, with her trim waist and her shining chestnut hair – such a contrast to my blonde - is absolutely stunning tonight. “The King would be an idiot not to grab you the moment he lays eyes on you and declare you his next Queen.”

"Fine. But just for a minute." I settle into the seat, leaning back slightly, and take a moment to just look at her. Goddess, she's beautiful. Even when she's exhausted, even when she's guarded, she's still the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen. "You did an incredible job tonight," I murmur, my tone genuine. "This whole event, it's outstanding, Megan. Really." Her expression softens just a little, and I can see a hint of pride flash in her eyes. "Thank you."

I am so lucky to have someone like her as a friend. "You look so pretty tonight!" Kylie's words brought me out of my thoughts, I turned to hear her words "It's not like you were not pretty before, but tonight you look so beautiful that I can't even take my eyes off you! If I knew you could look this beautiful, I would have given you the makeover, even if you rejected me! I would have forced you, baby girl!" She whispered the last sentence, getting closer to my face, and I burst out in laughter. Isn't she so cute and funny at the same time?

Check on her; maybe crack a few jokes, but here I was, stringing to every inch of her face, I'm how beautiful she really is. I held my palms across her cheeks, slowly grazed my thumbs around her eyes, and then overtook her. “You are beautiful tonight, my lady.” I spoke up, every bit of the words laced with sincerity and honesty. She really looks splendid, way better than any other person I had known in heavy makeup and drapes. And her innocence was a plus. “You came,“ she muttered. Her eyes were half closed, and I knew she might not remember much to do tonight, but she really was, and even if she did remember, it would take her by surprise to release; she would recall just fragments.