Novel & Cerita Alessandra Gucci

Sean was taken aback when he heard Sliva refer to Alyssa as "Ms. Alexa" Could Alyssa possibly be the internationally renowned cream of the crop in the jewelry design world, Alexa herself?

Alessandro For two days I have intentionally avoided her. I still couldn’t erase her image off my head but today is Belladonna's charity gala… and today would be my first public entrance with her. I had specifically hand picked a dress from Valentino’s latest collection. I don’t know if it’s going to fit her but…. WAIT!! My eyes widened, the thoughts dying off instantly. Tick…. Tick….Tick I watched as Mira graciously climbed down the stairs, one of my domestic servants guiding her down while three others were right behind her.

Her HUD flashes: > Authentication spoof – valid “Name?” he asks. “Alessia Russo,” she says with a faint Milanese lilt. “First time. I was told this would be… entertaining.” His gaze drags down then up again, taking in her sleek black dress, minimal jewelry, the calm in her posture. His eyes catch on the inside of her wrist, where her sleeve’s ridden up just enough to show the faint, stylized M inked in dark lines. The Moretti crest.

As I made me tea, maids came closer and some whispered greetings. Just as I stepped out of the kitchen, I saw a familiar face. I just couldn’t fathom where I had seen her. “Giulia,” she called out to me with a voice as gentle as the wind. When I heard her voice, I remembered. I couldn't recognize her because she was looking different from how I've known her. It was Alessandra. I enveloped her in a gentle side hug when she got closer to avoid spilling my tea. She was dressed in a tank top, jean trousers, heels and she had her hair dropped at full length.

she asks me, trying to clarify. “My boyfriend,” I answer as if I don’t even believe myself. Maybe I will a little later after tonight. I watch a blonde with platinum hair all in perfect curls, come along and rest her long cherry-colored nails on my boyfriend's shoulder. “Who is she?” I turn my head and speak without moving my lips, scratching the back of my neck. “Malika Zunic,” Alice answers. “She models for Gucci.” My colleague makes exactly the same moves as me and laughs because of it.

The little cuties; Holly and Celestine were playing absentmindedly with their toy games. I rolled my eyes over my friends suggestive wiggling of brows, lopsided smile and teasing looks they were giving me. "Everyone meet my friend and business partner, Arsenio Alessandro, the CEO of Excellency Modeling Agency. Arsenio meet my friends and their husbands." I introduced and a pregnant Lana immediately gushed out. "I knew it! His face did seem somewhat familiar and I was mentally trying to place where I had seen it. I know now," She smiled. "I've seen him on several magazines that featured your designs Adele. Welcome Mr Alessandro."

Jeremy Cha never expected that Alessandro would attend such a party. He never did attend such an event ever since. It was his father who always negotiated. Now, this time, he took him by surprise. And the most surprising thing about Alessandro's appearance is the real heiress of the Golden Age. The two were apart from each other and he wanted to hook up on the beautiful lady with a beautiful back, but he didn't expect that she's the woman of Alessandro De Alegre. Known as the monster of tycoons.

He has a room full of high heels and nothing else to show for it. Tatiana, on the other hand, is a total sucker for Gucci, and only Gucci. Everything from her bags to her shoes and all of her Gucci accessories is Gucci. Even her pillow and blanket are Gucci. When I asked Gucci's CEO to create what he desired, he agreed, and all of the new Gucci things are named Tatiana, after one of the first women to get them.

The maids reluctantly agreed, and after much convincing, they sat on the couch with me. “What's your name?” I asked them. The maids introduced themselves one by one. “I'm Alessandra,” the first one said. Alessandra is a beautiful Italian woman with a petite frame that belies her striking presence. Her dark, almond-shaped eyes were framed by long, thick lashes, and her high cheekbones give her a captivating, sculpted look. Her tan skin, has a warm, golden glow, and her full, naturally rosy lips always seem to hold the hint of a smile. I bloomed a smile at the beauty before me and looked at the maid sitting beside her, who introduced herself at cue.