" A woman is dangerous when armed with beauty and a sense of humour, as she becomes irresistibly attractive." - Alfredo Cano ♥
The life of Kristine La Cartier couldn't get any more interesting, but when she and her sisters attend the most prestigiou...
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𝓚𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓮
Currently, 6:50 pm on Friday.
Tonight I get my father's task done.
Wearing my white satin robe, I straightened my hair using the hair iron. After, I clipped back the sides of my hair before I do my makeup.
For my eye makeup, I did used a light brown shade. This time I applied a bit of eyeliner, before curling my eyelashes and applied mascara. After I applied a thin layer of foundation and concealer, I applied some bronzer, blush then highlighter. Using an eyebrow brush, I brushed my eyebrows before doing my lip makeup. For my lips, I applied nude lipgloss. Lastly, I sprayed Yves Saint Laurent Black Opium. The scent had a mix of vanilla, coffee and white florals.
I took off the clips and brushed my hair, before tying it into a tight neat high ponytail.
Finally, I wore my dress.
Kristine's outfit
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For jewellery, I put on a pair of marquise and leaf-shaped diamond earrings. I wore the matching necklace, which was long enough to centre just between my breasts.
After I entered my walk-in closet, I put on my silver diamond heels before grabbing a matching purse. Then, I opened my dressing table drawer and pulled the latch of the secret compartment. I put on my thigh holster and placed my gold handle blade in it. Lastly, I placed a gold handgun in my purse.
Done.
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Driving at full speed through the city, I drove towards the museum. An event party is taking place there tonight and I got myself invited. Not true. I made a copy of the invitation with my name on it.
Get the job done, Kristine.
Taking in a deep breath, I prepared myself for what was to come.
"This is who you are, this is your life", I mumbled.
At that moment, I arrived. Surrounding the museum, were many men and women with cameras and small microphones in hand. There were numerous guests dressed in formal wear and gowns walking through the museum doors. Once my car came to a stop right in front of the museum entrance staircase, the photographers and reporters attention was directed to it. Since this is my first time driving myself to an event, nobody knows this is my car.
