Buccellati Bruno Novels & Stories

I knew I responded with a blush then because I felt my cheeks hot. He stepped inside, bringing with him a small box in his right hand. I just stood in front of the vanity mirror, waiting, anticipating. The moment he was near me I could immediately whiff out a fresh smell of cologne or was it his natural scent? I am not sure, but I do know that it was that potent enough to make me close my eyes momentarily and bask on its heavenly aroma. The box was apparently a jewelry box, engraved the brand, Buccellati, in the front. I gave him a questioning look. He opened it and I saw the most tantalizing diamond necklace I have ever seen up close.

Seeing the Moretti brand on him could skyrocket my sales. “A perfect plan,” I muttered, my fingers flying over the keyboard as I drafted an email. *** Email to Chris Bruno Mars Dear Fashionista Chris Bruno Mars, I hope this message finds you well. My name is Gabriel Moretti, and I am the founder of Moretti Shoes, a brand dedicated to combining elegance, comfort, and innovation in footwear. Your impeccable style and influence in the fashion industry have inspired countless individuals. I believe your unique presence aligns perfectly with the vision and ethos of our brand. It would be an honor to collaborate with you as a brand ambassador, showcasing our latest collections and embodying the es

"More wine, sir?" He looks up at me. "Yes." I can feel his eyes burning a hole into the side of my face as I refill his glass. "Bella," he says, my name rolling off his tongue like a new discovery. I stop. I return the bottle into the bucket of ice. "The name suits you," he adds, looking from my name tag to my face. His speaks in a clipped tone. Almost vaguely sarcastic, but he doesn't seem like the kind to say anything he doesn't mean.

He reaches inside and pulls out a platinum band holding a flawless, deep-blue sapphire. "Look at the depth of this stone,” he says, “This is a twenty-carat Ceylon sapphire. I acquired this in auction back in ninety-four, right after a fierce bidding war with a French tech mogul. It cost me nearly two million back then, but the real value is sentimental. Becca wore it on our tenth anniversary cruise through the Mediterranean. She said it matched the color of the Ionian Sea, but honestly, she just wanted to outshine the shipping magnates' wives at the captain's table."

She saw Vivienne and stopped. *Look at her,* Kallie said. *Standing in her own mate's house like she needs permission to breathe.* Vivienne kept her eyes on Killian. He looked inside the bag. "Maison Francis Kurkdjian," he said. "The Baccarat Rouge limited edition. Signed by the master perfumer himself. There were only forty released." She tilted her head. "I had to call in a favor in Paris." He looked at her for a moment. "You didn't have to do that."

That only confirmed to me that the dress was indeed very revealing. “Not at all. It is perfect and makes you look like an angel!” Bruno said proudly. I could tell that he truly meant it and that left no room for arguments. On top of that, time was already running out. Bruno inspected me from head to toe one last time before handing me a piece of very expensive looking earrings of blue sapphires and diamonds. Are these real? “Let me put these on you real quick and that should complete the look as the final touch…” Bruno muttered softly as his hands expertly began putting the earrings on me.

Be cool! She screamed internally. Bruno's lips curved into a teasing smile, as if he had read her mind. "I'll take that as a yes for both," he said, his voice soft but deep. Beauty shook her head and smiled softly. "The jewelries..,they are lovely... thank you." Beauty replied. "And me?" "You are a heart stopper," Beauty replied. Bruno chuckled, stepping closer. "Let me help you put it on". Beauty heart raced instantly. ***If you ain't so fat, maybe it could've been your size!**

In the meantime Back to South Ville Lance is looking at the bracelet, there is a letter B engrave at the Golden part of bracelet and has a key beside it it is made of gold and the rest is made of diamond which being supported by gold. It is heavy it is like a real diamond and gold. He decided to go to a jeweler. Mr Armstrong is the famous certified jeweler in South Ville. So he visited him. Upon entering Mr Armstrong greeted Lance. "Greetings Mr. How can I help you?"

She had gone through a lot of trouble to obtain the suit which suited Ruben’s prince-like image. It was a suit custom made by Brunello Cucinelli, a popular Italian luxury suit maker. The buttons on the custom made suit were hand carved diamonds into the crystal shape of the De Vries logo. Tess thought Ruben would absolutely adore the clothes so she got them custom made after attending an event in Italy, she approached the old fashion designer at the verge of retiring. She tabled her concerns and ideas in front of him. Her eyes were brimming with so much love and affection, they inspired him to make the suit, his last piece which he named "amore inquietante" meaning uncanny love.

She had snapped and I did not need to be told again as I ran away, making sure to hide right in the closet all the while peeping at her writhing on the floor. And then he walked in, black suit pressed and a swagger in his step. He wore a gold ring, along with about nine other black and silvers, and flaunted extra diamonds where he could, his olive skin wrinkled around it, worn from age and years of strain. A Rolex weighed down his wrist; the gold chain on his neck was overkill. Bruno. Bruno Amato.