My Killing President

Sonny walked outside and Annabelle got into the changing room to put on her dress.

In a few minutes time, Annabelle came out. She was wearing a long dress and the color was very suitable on her.

It was a single shoulder gown, showing her clavicle and her beauty was breathtaking.

Sonny sized her up from head to toe and showed a satisfied expression, "Not bad at all!"

Annabelle smiled.

"Follow me!" And so, Annabelle followed behind him.

Annabelle sat in front of the makeup table.

Sonny examined her facial features and shape, and then the man was combing through his memory to find a suitable makeup and hairstyle for her.

Once he made his decision, he started to apply makeup for her.

"When he looked at you, he had that special gaze!" Sonny said as he was applying makeup on her.

Annabelle was stunned and she couldn't help but smile, "yeah, he had a beef with me!"

the man broke out a giggle. He was surprised

was just a way to

heard him, she immediately said, "I

hearing that, Sonny broke into a hysterical

moment, Alistair came

was wearing a casual suit

the mirror. A white top with a black suit, no tie and showed a little tanned skin. His temperament carried an

matter what he

couldn't help but think that when the gods were creating man, they must have

over at Annabelle as the woman was having her makeup and he asked, "what are the two of you talking

random chats." Sonny

her mouth shut and kept quiet throughout the makeup

while and then he walked to the couch on the side. He said crossing his legs and flipped

Coincidentally, Annabelle's phone rang.

it ringing, took the phone over and placed it by

"Hello, bro…"

I'm outside now…

it was. He raised his