Gabriella Montez Outfits Novels & Stories

He really didn’t care that he is covered in blood, he didn’t care people were here, but no one dared to whisper, they didn’t even dare to look at us, we settled on the couch Gabby walked out of the dressing room in a dress mom won’t approve her, a dress that will end in a huge fight between her and mom. It was a green dress, completely see through, it has stripes all around the dress and at the back was a huge cut settling on her hip. “Lu- Alpha Luca.” She corrected herself instantly, her eyes beamed with hope and she had a smile on her face. “What do you think Olivia?” She asked. “I think it’s uhm, it looks good but you know mom and dad won’t let you wear something like that, gabby has a su

Monte! * * * * Breanna smiled. “You know, even though the flowers are very beautiful, they are no substitute for your face. In fact, you could get into many fights with flowers doubling for your face.” Monte laughed and moved the flowers away. She bit her lip, wanting to comment on his attire. He wore a pair of green khaki walking shorts, a gray shirt, and black flip-flops. Then again, she was sure she looked funny in her baseball jersey with Chicago Bullets printed in big letters across the front, and the number 16 and Cade’s name across the back.

He didn’t even need to look, only Gabriella slammed doors like that, especially when she didn’t get what she wanted. She was already wearing her gown for the party. The red dress hugged her body, sparkling with little designs around her chest. Gabriella really looked like a young lady now. “You look more stressed than me,” Rey Jhon said, noticing her face. “Is your crush gay too?” “My problem is worse.” She flopped down on the bed, and Rey Jhon rushed to pull her up. “Are you crazy? That’s your gown!” “As if I care?” She rolled her eyes. “There’s no party if my mom doesn’t come. Do you get it?”

It was 7:50 p.m. Goldman, Dalton, and Billy stood in the living room waiting on the girls. They were dressed in black tie. Goldman pulled at his collar as he looked in the wall mirror. It finally loosened up around his neck without the bow becoming completely undone. Dalton and Billy were enjoying a brandy while they chatted. Gabriella came down the stairs. She wore a long, slimming green gown with wide straps. She wore long green gloves that covered her elbows. Diamonds and emeralds hung from her neck and ears.

He had a vague idea what all the crying was about, but they could sort that out later. "See how much we care?" He grinned at her, "You can even wear panties today." "She'd better" growled Gabriel "I don't want one of these crazy Frenchmen getting a glimpse of our beautiful girl. You stick close to us; they won't be able to take their eyes off you once you get outside." Gabriel lazily adjusted her breasts into the cups of her bra. He had brought her favourite navy skirt with white polka dots. It swung when she walked, and Gabriel loved to see her in it. He slipped the pretty white gipsy type top over her head, and she slipped her feet into the new flat jewelled sandals that Nick had bought fo

She needed to get dressed in something Gabriel would like, and perhaps take a shower first. She thought of the beautiful dresses Gabriel had bought for her—elegant, stylish outfits with large, flowing dupattas. Smiling, Hazel selected a green and gold dress from the collection, perfect for the day ahead. After a refreshing shower, she slipped into the dress, feeling a sense of warmth and contentment as she prepared to face the day with Gabriel by her side.

"Details, details. Trust me, Gabriella. Tonight, we're going out." As evening descended, the room buzzed with anticipation. Mia and I stood before the mirror, assessing our outfits. I wore a crimson crop top paired with high-waisted black jeans, while Mia donned a sleek red skirt that hugged her curves. We looked like trouble and we knew it. Descending the staircase, we approached the front door where a stern-faced guard stood sentinel. He eyed us warily. "Where are you two headed?" he asked. Mia stepped forward, confidence radiating from her.

Gabriella was waiting in my room with garment bags, makeup cases and a presence that immediately made me feel like I was in the hands of someone who knew exactly what they were doing. "So," she said, looking me up and down. "Let's make you look like the queen you're about to become." She dressed me in layers of fabric that moved like water. The color was a deep midnight blue that caught the light and made it look like I was wearing liquid starlight. The design was simple but elegant, powerful but graceful. It fit my body like it had been made specifically for this moment. When I looked in the mirror, I barely recognized myself. I looked powerful.

Tristan assures me giving me one last hug, he's been holding to me from the second he knew I was going out with her. Beta Mai helped me get dressed in a spring onesie along with a skirt and my high knee socks, she helped me with my shoes, and finally did my hair in pretty pigtails. Gabriella on the other hand was dressed in some short dress and pointy ankle boots that made her look like a wicked witch, I hope she doesn't try to buy me any clothes, her taste is evil!

Gabriela stood in the middle of her room, replying quickly to Jennie’s text message who had invited her shopping. She smiled and thought a little retail therapy wouldn't kill her and maybe it would have helped her forget the drama that she now had to call life. Gabriela wore an oversized tee and denim shorts with slides. She grabbed her tote bag and walked towards the door. “Where do you think you are going, looking like that?” Simon said firmly, stepping out of the study.