Lorelai Gilmore Fashion Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 164 ZYLIAH'S POV "Do I really have to, Grandma?" I studied my reflection in the mirror, admiring how the gown really brought out my figure, but it didn't help my nerves about this dinner date. Grandma Charlotte, stubborn as ever, had dolled me up for a dinner date with her godson. Kevin Gilmore. My gaze trailed down my reflection. The red dress with slits so high it stopped a whisper away from the delicate curve of my femininity. It was strapless with a V that stopped at the small of my back. The front neckline dipped, creating a delicately sensual wrap about my bosom.

Slightly curly, but the same length. But Ruby had never worn a dress like that. The kind of dress that Lori chose while they shopped together a while back. The dress was a long, tight black glitter design, featuring a high slit on the side, thin straps, and a low neckline. The woman in the photo had red-painted nails; her arm was draped around a man in a familiar manner. Ruby scrolled up, seeing how almost all the photos had the same style. While the poses may not be identical, they are of the same type. They are enjoying themselves, glamming up in pricey gowns and toting hefty baggage. She travels in opulent vehicles, relishing the splendor of winter getaways. Standard posts for wealthy gir

She gave me a look that dared me to argue. I swallowed, feeling the familiar knot of frustration and dread tighten in my stomach. I could already see where this was going—the wedding of their dreams, nothing of mine. Yet I forced myself to stay composed, reminding myself that any resistance would only add fuel to their fire. “We should start with the gown,” Mrs. Loresca announced, her voice brisk. She opened a glossy binder filled with sketches and fabric samples, her fingers flicking through them with a practiced hand. “We have a few designs that I think would suit you. Something traditional, perhaps?”

I thought the lady in the room would've said something by now but she hasn't. I turned my head to the side to stare at the woman. Her face is hidden with a small, vintage, black hat with net and a black hand fan. She has black gloves on and is putting on a black vintage dress. Her attire screams elegant and feminine. I can't see her face but I don't have to look at her twice to know that she's not Alexa and she is definitely not Kate. "Hello Lorelei. Wrong outfit, I thought I'd be attending a funeral." The lady purred. Her voice is sultry and her tone is lowered. Oh my god, she's like an elegant lady born in the 90s.

Brielle POV I looked at myself in the mirror while walking with wide steps. smirking at myself, even though I also can't believe it is happening. I finally found a solution to escape from this so-called wedding. I'm going to run away soon, just in half an hour. "Bri, see your wedding dress arrived," Roohi said, while two girls looked like they belonged to a particular sales store, bringing a packet Then Roohi opened it and pulled out a beautiful white "Lorelei" lace-and-organza strapless gown with a corded bodice and flange wave skirt.

They were dressed in their formal wear. Finally, Ernest and Lillian arrived. "Please look this way, Madam!" "Goodness! What kind of skin care do these rich people have? She didn't seem to have any plastic surgery done, but she looks just like her daughters' older sister!" Lillian Forrest-Lovell was wearing a beaded three quarter sleeve dress with feather accent. a silver grey shawl hung on on her arms from behind her back. They were quickly assisted by the organizers, warding off any unruly media.

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.

Each icy gaze sent a shiver down Lisa's spine, a silent reminder of the power and authority Alex's mother, Lillian held over her. In the dimly lit room, Alex's mother moved with a grace that belied her age. As she meticulously adorned herself in a flowing blue chiffon dress, it became evident that her passion for fashion extended beyond mere vanity. The gown clung to her perfect curves, accentuating her well-maintained figure and emphasizing her statuesque presence. It was as if the dress had been tailor-made to enhance her beauty and exude an air of sophistication.

Elena, unsurprisingly, had opted out in favor of dress hunting. I tied my hair into a messy bun, threw on a simple gray sundress and sandals, and headed out. Everyone was already gathered when I reached the palace steps—Valen, Dorrin, Cora, Marina, and Caspian, all with baskets and blankets. They looked like trouble, and I smiled despite myself. But then she arrived. Liora. She stepped out in a black lace crop top with no bra, showing her full perky breast, and high-waisted black shorts that left nothing to the imagination. Her gladiator sandals clicked dramatically against the stone as she sauntered over.

Better avoiding each other than being awkward, right? Shaking her thoughts off, madam Genelia roamed her eyes on the number of designer apparels hanging on her closet, there were only rare few dresses she had wore in any occasion. Making the rest fabrics her choose. Today was one important night, not sure to wear what she touched the numbers of fabrics with confusion until one dress caught her attention with no worry. The red velvet apparel was long and soft, a bit revealing from back but full sleeve was it. The designer silk texture was smoothing her guts, madam Genelia's blank moody eyes lit up in praise and strange excitement.