Gabriella Montez Outfits Novels & Stories

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.

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?”

My breath caught before I could stop it. Gabriella looked ..… polished. Effortlessly so. Her outfit was bold tailored trousers, and beautiful heels clicked roughly against the floor. My eyes moved to her neck and I could see the jewelry that shone brightly, it must be really expensive. Her hair was perfect, not a strand out of place, her makeup flawless and intentional. She looked like she belonged in this house or she owned “Are you going to stand there and stare all day?” her voice cut through my stare.

she replied shyly. “Oh, no. Somebody shoot me! Am I invisible here?” Gabriella cried out, her eyes flickering with playful annoyance. Outside… Zachary Gonzalez shifted slightly as Ava burst through the company gates and rushed across the street to where his car was parked. A hint of a smile tugged at Zac’s cold features as he admired the woman who hadn’t left his thoughts all day. She was dressed in a baby-blue blouse buttoned neatly to the base of her throat, a fitted suit jacket draped over her shoulders, and a sleek black office skirt that hugged her curves. She looked effortlessly elegant.

Fifteen minutes later, Gabriella appeared. He watched her climb out of the silver Mercedes convertible. She approached with a lazy confidence that invited men to be seen as whole. He neutrally admired her black top that showed off her flat stomach and waistline. The tight-fitting jeans were held low by a thin black belt. Her low-heeled black boots crunched on the gravel until she stopped right in front of him. Her wine red lips parted in a professional manner. "Eric." Her eyes burned, but her voice was cold. "Nice to meet you again."

Jesse laughed when I told him about her reaction. I had a pair of black jeans and a navy button-down. I rolled the sleeves up and left two buttons undone. Gabriel opted for a pair of dark blue jeans, a black tee, and the leather jacket that Angel got him for his birthday present. Angel came out of the bathroom, looking like a goddess in a beautiful black and white sundress. She looked fucking delicious. It highlighted all of her sexy curves. She opted for a loose French braid and minimal makeup. “Is this okay?” she asked.

I am not as weak as Gabriella, I can't share my man with those whores on the street, no woman can come and take my husband away from me, she said to herself, while wiping her tears, she ordered the chef to serve her dinner immediately. Later that night, Mira and Gabriel were back from shopping for new clothes for Gabriella's final interview. They were in her room trying them on to see which one would look perfect on her for the interview. They all look so beautiful Mira, Gabriella said She couldn't decide which one to pick out of the lovely dresses put before her, We could have just picked one from the store and safe ourselves the trouble of selecting One out of these five dresses, Should I

She looked out the window and caught a glimpse of her reflection. Gabriel had prepared a dress for her and she had worn it, no questioned asked. He had prepared a red velvet off shoulder dress, that was quite lengthy, it almost swept the ground. The dress was glamorous and once Melissa put it on, even she couldn’t recognise herself. Her hair was put up in a neat pony tail and her neck was adorned with a silver necklace, which had a diamond shaped pendant, the same shape she had worn on her ears. Melissa glanced at Gabriel. He looked preoccupied with something on his phone. Even though she seemed uncomfortable, he seems perfectly fine or rather, he was unbothered. He looked dashing in his dar

Stella said. Gabby didn’t care to see him, she only wanted to see with her eyes the level of his prejudice and calculate fast if there was to be no hope for him. She has chosen a dull-colored gown that did a lousy job of displaying her figure and features. She had spent the few weeks she had so far alone with her maids trying on all the clothes they had for her, never for once asking how they came about. Some of the dresses she loved, while she wanted nothing to do with others, albeit they were all two sizes bigger.