Gwen Miles 소설 & 이야기

"But first, I need to find something to wear." Gwen was unable to sit still because she was too giddy at the prospect of marrying Phil, and she was unable to concentrate on anything else because she was so preoccupied with that prospect. The wife of Phil Marty. Gwene Marie Marty. She couldn't help but chuckle when the thought occurred to her that if she were still in high school, she would be painting red hearts around her and Phil's names on their notebooks.

Eldric James straightens and followed after her and only stopping a few steps away from her, “Jennie…” Her long, red hair flared beautifully against her back. Kai and Minzy who had been quietly sitting at the edge of her bed had turned to her, their keen eyes watching, observing, and waiting. Nicole was still recuperating from the wounds she endured from both her sister November and the Alpha of Tacita Mortes Pack, Teddy Balfour. Jennie starts to laugh, “It’s the Blood Wolf Moon.” She splayed her arms wide, closes her eyes as if she was absorbing the moon’s energy. “It’s time…”

She would do anything to get him back, even if it meant embarrassing herself for him. “How dare you keep me waiting! Do you know who I am?” Gwen said sternly, sizing Liam’s secretary up and down like a piece of trash while the woman tried to relay her boss’s message. Giving her a piece of her troubled mind, Gwen walked past her elegantly into Liam’s office. She was dressed in a red mini leather skirt and a red leather jacket. She opened her jacket, showing off her black net bralet top with a little piece of silk to cover the nipples.

Gwen had arrived at Michael's door wearing a sheer black lace bustier with black stockings and a matching g-string. Maggie gaped at the woman briefly before turning toward the door. "I've gotta go," she muttered. Michael followed her. "Mags, please…" Maggie couldn't look at him. She felt too foolish. The last thing she wanted to do was to break down and cry in front of the two of them. As she pulled open the door, she heard Gwen's laughter. "Really, Michael. Don't you think a pity-fuck is beneath you?"

"I will pick you up in fifteen minutes." Siam looked at the message that he just received from his fiance and soon to be wife. He sighed and looked at himself. He was a mechanic and was greasy and had stain on his clothes. He got up and walked towards where he had his clean clothes so he could change and take a shower. Gwen Stefani, 27, had taken the seat of the CEO of her father's company two years ago. She was a successful business woman as she had the genes of her genius parents who were considered the king and queen of the business.

She turned around and her smile faltered for a moment. Indeed, it was Trevor, Beck, and Miles. Wynn had arrived too. To Celeste's surprise, Wynn was wearing the same gown Celeste had seen in the boutique the day before, the one valued at over 30 million dollars. Wynn's tall, curvaceous figure, paired with the elegance and grace of the gown, made her appear both sensual and regal. She seemed almost untouchable in the eyes of those present. "Is that Trevor, Beck, and Miles? They rarely attend events. Why are they here today?"

Beep ! " Seriously? I hate you for being a rock " Arya screamed out and hit her phone on the bed. ………….. Gwen was in the dressing room, she changed into a white sleeveless and a black short skirt that was made of net. The skirt is transparent but she wore black pants inside. After dressing she walked to the makeup room. " Miss, you are so beautiful even without makeup, " The female makeup artist said. " Thank you, " Gwen replied politely. She sat down and the makeup commenced.

Michelle rolled her eyes. "It's fine ma. I'll just leave" Gwen said and sprung up. Michelle also stood up and took her hand. She handed the tennis bracelet to her. "Here, it's a gift to you" she said. "Really? But, I can't accept this. It's too expensive" she replied. Michelle smiled. "That's why it's yours. You are special Gwen. Because of you, Ethan acted more human. The driver will drop you off" she said. "Thank you Mrs Croydon. I appreciate all of your kind gestures"

"Why aren't you in bed? You should have called for me if you needed something, if Arthur sees you, he would be so hard to pacify again." "I know, I know. I will return to bed, as soon as I find a new book to keep myself busy with. In the meantime, who is this gentleman?" "He is..." "Lance Miller." Lance introduced as he came over to take Gwen's hand and kissed it. "I am a friend of your sister." A friend? Well, I wouldn't call him my friend, but... "She has never mentioned you." Gwen said, giving me a look. "I am Gwendolyn Geraldton, Duchess of Arana. Welcome to my home."

She could hear and see the murmurs, the buzz, the glances at her. She knew everyone was going to look at her that way, and she even thought she would be able to handle it, but she was wrong. She wasn't. Gwen was doing this for her son and her son alone. That's what it took to be a mother. Sacrificing herself for the happiness of her son. And then she saw Vivienne. She was among a group of friends, all of them incredibly beautiful, rich and laughing forcefully like they had to impress someone. The woman was incredibly beautiful with a golden dress, which only made Gwen feel more like an outsider. She did not belong here, in this world. Maybe, at the time she was with Finn, she thought that sh