Paula Guadagnino Novels & Stories

She grumpily glared at the makeup artist who remained to look at her feet. Never in her career did someone call her work ridiculous. This is an insult, but she remained quiet. "You look gorgeous nonetheless, Yanyan," Paulo appeared behind Paulina. Yanna's eyes widened. It's been ages since she last saw Paulo! She hugged him tightly and smiled at him. "Woah, easy there," Paulo chuckled and held her hands. "Wow, you look gorgeous," "And you're still as handsome as ever!" "But not as handsome as your Noa—hmpjdfhis" Paulina quickly covered his mouth. Yanna sighed in relief and glared at anyone who was looking in their direction.

— Let's get some snacks and watch the new Adam Driver movie again. — He's so hot. — Giulio followed me like a sweet puppy. — He has huge hands, did you know? Yes, I knew. Giulio had talked a lot about Adam Driver's hands on the beach. “Paulo also has huge hands,” he said. — I miss him so much, Frankie. - I know honey. — He's back on dating apps. I don't understand. How can he move on without me, as if I never mattered to him?

She challenged Maya. Maya didn’t hesitate. “No,” she said flatly. She took another bite of her food before continuing. “Even if I wasn't in a relationship, I would never date Alessandro Guidotti. He's so not my type.” She visibly shuddered. “Please let me focus on this delicious meal in peace so I don't lose what little appetite I have.” Paula’s expression twisted into a mocking sneer. “Trouble in paradise?” Maya offered her a thin, polite smile. “The paradise is fine, thanks for asking.”

Never had she ever seen such elengance within one room. The burgundy red craftily designed walls, the intricately sculptured marble staircase, the massive golden chandelier above her head and all the hardwooden vintage furniture neatly placed around the room screamed opulence, and fine taste as well... "So, you said you are interested in the job," The old lady said, abruptly pulling her out of her trance-like state as she took the sheet of paper from her hands. "Yes," She quickly replied, rapidly moving to follow the woman as she noticed the maid had already started walking away.

“What can I do for you?” “Nothing. I just want to ask if you are interested in acting.” Priscilla smiled and nodded, “Yes! Do you have any new play?” Paul’s eyes turned bright as he heard Priscilla’s answer. “No, I’m busy with The Youth. The actress, Gwyneth Gonzalez, you introduced before is excellent. She is much better than other actresses of the same age both in terms of skills and attitude. So I have to thank you for your recommendation!” Priscilla had a vague feeling that Paul came here today not just to thank her.

Would he take me seriously? Then I realized it didn’t matter if I went in a onesie, a ball gown or naked. He’d have to take me seriously. It wasn’t my clothes he needed, after all. It was me. Irina Dobrev, sister to the Pakhan of Boston. I sent Pasha over to see a man. His name is John Ziang. He’s a broker. If there’s a deal to be made, you can be sure he’s somewhere in the middle of it. If there’s a man who can set up a meet with the Rabbits without my brother knowing, it’s him.

And there she was. Paula. She walked in, her hand intertwined with a man’s. The one from when I saw her at the movie premiere, if I wasn’t mistaken. Her eyes swept the room, then froze when they landed on us. For a moment, the color drained from her face. I couldn’t help it, I snickered, tilting my glass slightly in her direction. Mikhail leaned closer to Cyprian. “Tell me you didn’t invite her.” Cyprian made a face. “Hell no. She’s dating one of the producers. Peter Smith.”

Marco Bruni didn't mess with his promise. The man who called himself Lucrezia's Best Gay Best friend had been managing her to get many roles that made Lucrezia's name in the entertainment world rising even further. In the two years of his works, he placed Lucrezia as a candidate for a leading role in a film made by a well-known director. At the age of 26, Lucrezia finally got an offer to become the main character. It's not just an ordinary movie. The film, which would stared by her, was predicted to be Movie of The Year, and was nominated by the Cannes film festival.

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

"It's a pleasure meeting you, Olivia. A real pleasure." They had a lively conversation with Gaby later on, moving to where Olivia was to feel her skin. "She is a makeup artist and she will help change your look so you manage to stay incognito." "This gives me relief. But wait. Doesn't she have a family to go back to?" inquired Gaby. "She made this decision, honey. I didn't force her to. We ran a contest, and she knows everything about the plan." "Where will she stay for the meantime?" Gaby asked.