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Ester Gisela was too dazzling to be ignored. Her blond hair cascaded neatly. Her smooth, porcelain-like face was as soft as silk. Her lips were beautifully full, with a slightly thick lower lip exuding sensuality even through her words. Her eyes were as clear as morning dew, serene and calming, often causing others to get lost. Her nose was pointed, with a mole right at the tip. She was tall and slender, with beautiful legs, her assets as a famous model. And not to mention her body, perfectly sculpted by God.

She could get us in trouble! The smile on Layla's face disappeared. She gave me a look before all three of us turned to stare at the guy. I took in his appearance for the first time. Tall, brown hair, amber eyes, fit, full lips, lush brows. Flawless skin. Okay, he was gorgeous. Layla did know how to pick her guys. The look of aloofness fixed permanently on his features didn't go unnoticed. Well, at least it was better than being stared at with disgust.

Watching his steps ,He moved bit by bit . He is sure he is close to where the couches are placed .As he took another step,his forehead hit a wall ...He fell down and lost consciousness. Her eyes are blue ....,her nose pointed ,small lips that form a love shape. Her hair is blonde and it fell on her shoulder .She is putting on a yellow headband ,Gold chain and gold earrings. Her nose is pierced and she have a small tattoo on her arm . She is putting on red baggy trouser and yellow crop top.

Ugh that sucks, right? I looked at the girl who was now seated, her long wavy brown hair, her face chubby, and all her features showing that rather than the pretty sexiness kind, she was beautiful in a gentle way, she looked adorable, and sweet. Her sharp nose was red, and she wiped it several times with the back of her hand.

014. Axel’s gaze roamed over Amber’s bikini-clad body, his eyes lingering on her curves. Her bikini was a vibrant, electric blue, with beautiful white floral patterns that accentuated her tanned skin. The tiny triangles barely contained her full breasts, and the high-cut bottoms hugged her hips, showcasing her toned legs. Amber’s long, midnight black hair cascaded down her back, framing her beautiful smile. Her sunglasses perched on her forehead, and her lips shimmered with gloss.

I brush it away, fingertips skimming warm skin, and my stomach knots when I catch the faint shimmer of dried tears. Why was she crying again? Was it because of me? The thought feels like a punch under the ribs. My heart cringes. This girl is extraordinarily beautiful, naturally ― not like all those superficial bitches that surround me all the time. She’s beautiful in that rare, infuriating way — not because she tries, but because she doesn’t. No fake lashes, no overdrawn lips, no designer filters. Just Aria — real … original … fresh … unique … unforgettable. Shit.

She just looked. And what she saw is that she had pretty smooth skin that didn't have even one pimple; flawless. Her color was ebony like polished wood, her brow was arched naturally the way that others paid fifteen dollars a pop for her to do for them with a pair of tweezers. Her eyes were deep and black, like endless holes-not even brown but solid black and almond shaped like a Hawaiian's. She had a voluptuous body back when all of the other girls had flat chests and boyish shapes. Big and solid is what she was, like an hour glass, a coke bottle a guitar¡­ Juicy laughed. He said she was fine. Felix said she was fine. Momma said she was fine, so why the hell hadn't she ever seen it? B

seemed to have become more slender. Chris looked at Paige. Paige blushed, feeling awkward. She said, "This… is the built-in beauty mode. It slims the face and enlarges the eyes. Many photo apps nowadays come with various beauty features catering to female users. "...Are you sure it's on beauty mode?" Chris asked, skeptical. He felt that the beautified versions of both him and Paige looked less appealing than their normal selves. Chris didn't say anything about it, but the standard facial features combined with the slimming function made his face appear narrow and pointed, resembling a goblin from folklore.

She said in all seriousness and I gaped at her. When Violet uses your full name, you gotta be scared. Bitch has psychopathic tendencies. "I hate you". I groaned. "You'll love me someday". She grinned. "Now seat lemme fix your face". I sat on the vanity stool and she went to work on my face. When she was done, I looked in the mirror and was amazed as always. She always knew the best colours to use. Thereafter, she added some little waves to my platinum blonde Bob, parting it at the corner.

Next Morning Hazel sat gracefully in her vanity chair, her corporate suit a stark contrast to the soft, feminine glow of her vanity lights. Her hair cascaded down her back like a rich, dark waterfall, its silken strands framing her face as she meticulously applied her makeup. The gentle strokes of her brush and the soft blush of color on her cheeks only added to her natural beauty, transforming her into a vision of loveliness.