Ganny Novels & Stories

After introducing themselves to one another, they presented her with a vast assortment of wardrobe options for her consideration, including anything from nightgowns to slippers, shoes to hats, dresses to slacks. Gwen was hesitant at first, but she quickly got into the swing of things after a while. She decided to wear a pair of casual outfits by Tahari and Calvin Klein, jeans and T-shirts by Guess, shoes by Ferragamo, a handbag by DKNY, and a nightgown and robe both designed by Natori. Because she had just spent a considerable amount of money, Gwen was hoping that Phil was serious when he mentioned that money was the least of his concerns. After all, Gwen had just spent a fortune.

Gianna shrugged, "Don't know much about them besides being one of the founder families of Cold Spring. Heard they got three kids my age or so." "Hmm. Why do I suddenly feel so insecure?" She giggled, "Fear not. I am yours and yours alone." "I'm relieved. Geez, I can't wait to see you again. I'll clearly kiss the hell out of you. Miss you like crazy." At this point, Gianna's cheeks began to hurt from smiling and probably blushing. "Did you like my gift?" She extended her left wrist that wore an elegant silver Pandora charm bracelet since Sunday and watched the variety of charms dangling from it. She had meticulously mastered every charm in a single night, what caught her heart more was the he

Ivy said with a smile. Hazel secretly looked at Nita up and down. Nita was wearing famous brands from top to bottom, such as Gucci skirt, Burberry shoes, Hermes handbag and the Cartier jewelry, which were like a mobile luxury store. It seemed that the girl was a gold digger. A gold digger was the best choice to marry into a rich family.

All except one. A face that glared at me with a conceited smile. She had waited for this moment, she had waited to look me in the eyes with a calculative stare. Shania, drapes in a red polkadot gown and a black cashmere trenchcoat hanging over her shoulders. She let her ginger hair fall over shoulder with a braid at the two ends of her frontal. “Finally, we thought you were gonna have to cancel this meeting,” She smiled as though our argument yesterday never happened, like this was the first time we were speaking in months.

And before Grace could ask, she smirked, basking in the attention. "Oh, you have an eye for beauty," she touched the brooch delicately, her voice tinged with delight, "This? It’s from Élan G." Gasps rippled through the group. "Wait—Élan G? The Élan G?" "You actually got a piece from them? I heard they only make eighty pieces a year, most of which are snapped up by royalty and collectors." The glittering garnets in a rare shade—one that made the others instinctively start estimating its worth. Seven figures, at least. And it was one of a kind.

He adds. "We will try our best sir," Elsa says again and gives me a nudge by the side. "Yes sir, we will sir!" I blurt out; giving her a cold glare. "Dinner is served!" Mrs Spencer announces happily from somewhere within the house. I didn't even notice that she left the room, damn this house is big. We all rise and head to another room which I believe is called a Dinning room, there is a long table with about eight chairs, three on each long side and one on each short side. There is an old chandelier hanging from the ceiling with candles.

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**Hyacinth** The gala was a dazzling spectacle of opulence and elegance, a symphony of shimmering gowns, polished tuxedos, and the soft clinking of champagne glasses. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm, golden glow over the room, their light reflecting off the intricate jewelry adorning the guests. The air was thick with the mingling scents of expensive perfumes and the faint aroma of hors d'oeuvres being carried by impeccably dressed waiters. It was a world I was still getting used to, but one that felt strangely familiar, as if my mother’s presence lingered in every corner.

She tilts her head, her manicured fingers brushing the leather briefly before she nods once. “Bag it.” The attendants exchange quick smiles of relief. Another rushes forward, holding a sleek black crocodile-skin purse. “This one, Miss Vallerand, is from our private collection. Two hundred and fifty thousand. A timeless piece—classic, rare, and very discreet. It was designed for women of stature.” Bianca lifts a brow, finally turning her eyes on the girl. “Are you saying the others aren’t?” The attendant pales, fumbling. “N-not at all, Madam, I only meant—”

Oscar gives her a smile that says ‘That is so sweet, you’re so innocent’. “You’re much too innocent for some of the bitches that you’ll meet. She doesn’t care what a man is unless she can get to have her one million dollar shopping sprees,” “How do you even spend a million dollars?” Anna gasps. Oscar laughs. “Let me see, Louis Vuitton, Gucci, Chanel, Hermes, Jacquemus….” “That’s unnecessary and unsustainable…” Anna says and furrows her brow.