Alessandra Gucci Novels & Stories

That's how good and how much she earned. Being best friends with Alessia had helped her so much, she barely spent her money. Alessia and Lisa barely met in the years that Alessia was married, Roman never met Lisa either; he was either busy or not interested. Roman didn't want anything to do with Alessia's friend; he knew her mother and that was enough, anything else was a bother, it was a disease. Just then Lisa stood up, she had on a two piece gym wear. She planned on going to the gym when she received an email from Gucci, stating their new release.

He bowed his head slightly, the perfect picture of European deference. “My wife, Alessa, is the true connoisseur,” Alessandro continued, his hand tightening ever so slightly on my waist. “I am merely the man who finances her passions.” Bianchi’s kind eyes turned to me, and I felt a chill despite the warmth in his gaze. It was like being appraised by a master jeweler. “A woman of taste, I see,” he said, his eyes flicking to my necklace. “Your collection is said to be magnificent, Countess. You have a particular interest in the Renaissance, I hear?”