Novel & Cerita Alessandra Gucci

“Would you like to start with classic Italian garden, modern minimalist, or the part where you stop pretending we don’t know each other?” Her smile widened a little, like sugar dusted over poison. “I thought we were going to keep this professional.” “I am. That’s why I haven’t poured sparkling water on your dress. Growth.” “Arabella.” “Alessandra.” We stared at each other across the very expensive, very innocent walnut table. I closed the folder again. “Don’t play stupid,” I said quietly. “It doesn’t suit your cheekbones.” Alessandra let out a small laugh. “Still charming.”

A soft gaps escaped my lips as I slowly looked up feeling the person’s hand on my waist and my back pressed against his chest. There he was. Dressed up in a black shirt, his hairs perfectly styled and looking so hot and handsome. I felt tingles in between my thighs and I clenched them feeling his touch. His gaze was enough to put me on fire but his closeness was killing me in a sweet pleasuring way. “ be careful “ He stated in his serious stern voice and I quickly composed myself. “ how are you feeling now, Adeline ? “ I looked at Alessandra, mother of Luciano. She was a beautiful woman of her age with white streaked hair. She was old but such a kind and lovely lady. I passed her A polite sm

"Yes, that would be nice." "We have the invites off," the planner, Alessandra, stammers as she enters the parlour. Her eyes widen, and she grins so effortlessly that her face almost seems as if it might split in two. "Bellisimma. Non ho mai visto una sposa così bella."I've never seen such a beautiful bride, she tells me in Italian. "Grazie," I speak in our native tongue. "Questo è quello." This is the one, I agree.

The suicide doors swung open dramatically, revealing international soccer sensation Diego Fernandez and his supermodel girlfriend, Alessandra Rossi. Diego looked dashing in a slim-cut burgundy tuxedo, while Alessandra was a vision in a shimmering gold gown with a plunging neckline and a thigh-high slit. "Diego! Alessandra! You two are couple goals!" shouted one enthusiastic fan. Diego flashed his signature boyish grin and pulled Alessandra close for a passionate kiss, sending the photographers into a frenzy. "Any wedding bells in your future?" a bold reporter called out. Alessandra giggled, her diamond earrings catching the light. "Who knows?" she teased, holding up her left hand to show off

“Alessandra, sweetheart, you’re on time!” she exclaimed as she quickly descended the last steps with grace. Dressed fabulously in a vibrant green Gucci one-shoulder dress, the knee-length hem swayed gently as she moved. I rushed over to her and hugged her. “You look gorgeous, Mom,” I complimented, and her smile was so bright it lit up the entire room. “Oh, thank you, sweety,” she beamed back. She held me close, her hands warm on my shoulders, before gently pulling away to study my face.

Alessia said as she stepped out of the fitting room wearing a long midnight-blue silk gown that completely hid the bandages on her forearm. "If I loosen the strap any further the weight of the compact frame is going to make the hemline sag on that side and any experienced corporate spotter at the lobby door will know exactly what you are carrying under that silk within five seconds," Lucien replied, and his voice was still rough from the choke marks on his neck as he knelt down on the parquet floor to tighten the leather buckle against her skin.

Alessandro pressed his hand firmly against my lower back, guiding me down the steps toward an office that overlooked the carnage. I couldn't help but notice her the instant we walked in. A classic Italian beauty with long, shiny black hair and a killer face. She was dressed in a black silk dress that accentuated her curves and gold jewellery. The perfect picture of a female crime boss. She rose with the grace of a queen to greet Alessandro the moment we stepped in. The woman was beautiful. “Don.” “Giovanna.” Alessandro inclined his head, the barest of response but his hand didn't leave me.

I gestured to the designer goodies surrounding us. Alexis giggled. "Just a little something I picked up in Paris. You know me, always dressed to impress." She struck a pose, showcasing her outfit. She was wearing a stunning Dolce & Gabbana dress, paired with Louboutin heels and carrying a Chanel handbag. Aria rolled her eyes good-naturedly. "You certainly do, sis." Aria and her siblings are super close, but Alexis is a twin; she and her twin brother Alexei are inseparable.

Alessia ─ ∘❉∘ ─ Age 14 | Liguria, Summer I should’ve worn the Dior sandals. Not because the leather on my Ferragamos pinched, though they did, but because the grass in Liguria had a strange way of swallowing heels whole, no matter how delicately I walked. And I was walking delicately like a young lady just like my mamma told me to.

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."