The one thing I liked on this dress was the waist, it was made of white silk that fit firmly to my hips. The dress was not my style preference. I would like to say my style would be considered casual but other people may refer to it as boring. I was not used to extravagance, or what would be considered the finer things in life.
Gisaelle added dainty jewlery to my dress. She moved onto my hair, Gisaelle picked up this giant metal rod and placed it into the fireplace. She reached in pulling out the rod of the fireplace, she let it cool down, once it had cooled for a few moments Gisaelle reached for the rod and brought it towards my head. She picked up a single strand of hair wrapping it around the metal.
I was completely terrified my hair would melt off my head. She only held the hair to the metal only for a few minutes. She dropped the hair from her hand allowing it to form a perfect curl. Gisaelle continued the same process for the rest of my hair however this was the longest it had ever taken me to curl my hair.
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The Diary Of Princess Azalia - Part One
FantasyAzalia a nineteen year old girl who has had a relatively normal life so far, start's to face some difficulty when she has to start saving up for college. Azalia does the unspeakable work for the most hated man in her city, Ben Razalia the owner of t...
