Emily Pellegrini Ai Novels & Stories

“You don’t need to look like a New York socialite. You just need to look expensive.” Two hours, three fitting room attendants, and way too many swipe taps later, Emily ends up with a forest green pantsuit that makes her look like a badass gallery director who drinks whiskey and ruins men. We celebrate with greasy hotdogs from a sketchy cart on 9th. And that’s when my phone buzzes. Unknown number. I stare at it. Emily raises an eyebrow. “If it’s Monty, I swear I’ll throw your phone into traffic.” I answer it. “Hello?” “Hi, is this… Elle Rivera?”

I find that unfair but not as much as the fact that she was his plus one to this thing. I stare at him from the corner, a drink in one hand and the other loosely draped around Ashlyn. “Oh my, I think they're pulling up now.” Emily, Camilla's assistant, runs in, hastily gesturing behind her. “Okay, let's get out of hiding.” Tamina claps, grabbing everyone's attention, I sigh, flashing a smile as I walk to the corner of a wall.

I wanted to be like that. “Hi there, I’m Pearl.” I was still staring when a woman approached me from the side. “Hi, I’m Emilia,” I said, pulling my gaze from the woman lifting weights to look at her properly. She was tall and slender with short dark hair and gray eyes. “Welcome to Derry Training Center. Can I know what kind of training you’re interested in?” she asked with a warm smile on her face. “Yeah… just some few defense skills.” I mumbled dryly and she nodded once her smile widening.

His smile was faint but visible now. “It’s Emilia, Arianna,” Tyler corrected, his arm still possessively around Mila’s waist. “And I think going up without a silver spoon in her mouth made her the woman she is today. Strong, powerful, incredibly stylist, and someone I wouldn’t mind working with. Besides,this is the future of the industry, isn’t it? Combining ethics with luxury. Emilia has always had a knack for seeing things from a unique angle. It’s why her designs are revolutionary.”

“We met her recently.” “We’ve met a lot of people recently.” I nodded. “True, but this person in particular is one of interest.” I was stalling, I knew that, but I wanted to put this in a way that would be as believable as possible. Ellemea tried to rack her brain, deciphering who I was referring to but came up with nothing. “Can you tell me already? I;m growing anxious.” “Aila. Emily’s lover was Aila.” There, I said it.

Pellethia rummaged through the papers on her table for her phone as she muttered, “C’mon, where is it? Where is it?” Pellethia’s urgency and the persistent way she was picturing Lucianne in her head made something miraculous happen. Before she realized it, her eyes glazed over and her rummaging was brought to an abrupt halt when she heard Lucianne’s confused voice ringing through her mind, ‘Pelly, I don’t recall forming a mind-link with you.’

Emily called one of her workers . " Hello , my lady ! With what can I help you with ? " asked the worker . " I want you to take a look at the archives of scholarship participants . Among the ones who failed check the student name Kiara . " said Emily in an ordering tone . " And her surname my lady ? " asked the worker . " I forgot it . Anyway if more than one Kiara show up send me a photo and I will tell you who's the one you need to get more detailed information about . " said Emily .

] The call ended, Aiden took another sip of red wine and he received an email that had a pdf file which is the digital copy of Emilia's resume and a picture taken from the get-together a few days ago. She had a lighter complexion, no blemishes, no makeup except for the lipstick. Her jet black long straight hair emphasizes her small face. Even though she is wearing eyeglasses, it cannot hide her beauty and charisma. In the picture, she was half-smiling to a woman who had brownish wavy hair.

Riley repeated, visibly confused. “Oh. Cole,” Emelia corrected with a soft laugh. “We were best friends.” Riley immediately shot me a look that practically screamed so the cold genius can actually form friendships. “I’m also a final-year computer science student,” Emelia added. Riley clapped lightly afterward, almost like she was intentionally trying to cut through the tension thickening the room. “Well, before I introduce myself,” Riley said as she stood, “I need to say this first. You’re seriously beautiful, and your hair stays so perfectly in place. My bangs could never.”

I walk over to the black leather couch and plop down. “This here is Ellie, you saw her in the kitchen earlier and this is Alina.” I introduce myself as Emily. I always do that when I feel nervous. Steph laughs because she knows that I do that too and tells them I go by Millie most of the time. Ellie and Alina are beautiful. Ellie has long blonde straight hair that reaches her perfect hourglass waist. Alina is quite the opposite in features. She has black, perfectly waved hair like a movie star that almost reaches her butt. Her eyes are green and give a perfect contrast. I feel self-conscious just looking at them.