Santana Lopez Fashion Novels & Stories

Leon says, "I don't think Bianca would've stayed at home anyway." "Brazil is so beautiful!" I smile thinking about the time I was there, "I actually had a fashion show there not too long ago. Everything was so colorful." "You were a model?" Mr. Santos asks confused. "Oh no," I giggle, "I run the New York AG Fashion. My mom is the owner." "Ah yes," Mr. Santos nods, "I knew you looked familiar. Your brand is very popular in my country." "I'm very pleased to hear that," I smile in return and he turns to Leon.

Aunt Alondra asked. "I'll be focusing on the plantation, Tita. Even more so now and I'm also planning to export.” I was just bent over my food while he was talking. "Oh wow! Congratulations, dear. You can focus more on that, especially now that you’ve graduated," she added. Santi's lips rose for a small smile. "I hope you don't mind me asking, Santi." "Of course not, Tita. What is it?" "Aren't you related to the Lopez of Baler? Your uncle is the owner of LHR Inc. With your skills, I'm sure they will be more than willing to take you."

There were a lot of people and the press were drove out of the venue, I made sure that the security is tightened just in case since there were people a lot of people inside the hotel. "Yeah, he is. He was always good with kids." A familiar voice interrupted. I turned my head and saw Zarah. She was walking with Selena. She accessorized her directional Alexander McQueen dress with lovely lace splices and timeless heeled sandals. Looking almost likely going into a business transaction. Meanwhile, Selena is just wearing a strapless black dress, featuring a snug bodice and a thigh-high slit, showing off her high-pointed toe hills. They look incredible tonight. Zarah almost outshines my ow-adorned

“Do your thing.” Quirking a brow at his dismissive tone, I turn around and make my way to Santana’s room. Before I can knock, the door opens, and Santana steps out. “Declan?” She mutters nervously. I open my mouth, but words fail me as I take in the vision of her in a blue jersey dress that falls mid-thigh. Her hair is up in a ponytail, and her face is free of makeup. She’s breathtaking. “Declan?” She mutters again with a concerned frown.

now since my grandma is dead, my grandpa and Annabel Santimillion are the ones continuing my grandma’s dream in the distribution of clothes of the A and A fashion line, Anna and Alicia. “I’ve heard about you ma’am, your designs are very famous in Paris. I watched one of your runway fashion shows, your dresses are all so beautiful. No wonder ladies go wild just by hearing your brand.” Mr. Denvert Sanchez said and I really tried so hard to act on the disguise.

Alana said not sure what else to say. "So Alana, we heard so much about you…your dedication to the fashion industry…I'm Paula, president of LP Brands, the blonde woman introduced herself and for a second Alana thought she heard wrong. Looking at the woman smiling at her. Alana's mouth hung open as her gaze shifted to Ricardo. "You…you are Paula Lopez…as in the great iconic fashion designer," Alana couldn't hide her surprise, she was in the presence of greatness. Who didn't know Paula? She'd be a fool not to recognize her.

Focus, Piper. After a quick shower, I pull on a pair of ripped black jeans, a loose, white cropped sweater, and my trusty canvas boots. I tie my black hair into a messy bun and grab my leather jacket just in case it gets chilly later. Comfortable and casual. Nothing to catch anyone’s attention. That’s the goal, right?

Santana was my only real friend and I wast sure what I would do if she left. We had spent months shopping for the perfect dress for her to wear to the ceremony. I knew she was very excited. As long as I had known Santana she had dreamed of finding her mate, she was always talking about how great he would be and how powerful he would be. I, on the other hand, couldn't imagine having a mate. I had always been shy and more of a loner. I couldn't even talk to guys without stumbling over my words and looking like a fool.

" It had been a while since Elisa White went shopping, and after marriage, he was the one buying clothes for her. It had been a while since she had the experience of shopping. It was a very special feeling. After strolling for a while, Elisa White realized that the clothes that Britany Santos was wearing was something that his family had designed. Britany Santos seemed to be one of those with assertive temperament, confident and straightforward at any time. The clothes she was wearing were also very simple in design. There was no extra decorations, and it was very fitting her temperament. Britany Santos noticed Elisa White looking at her, so she spread out his hands and said: "There's only o

ALL. @zendaya: This is what fashion should be. Art that makes you feel POWERFUL. @sophiadante is a GENIUS. @kimkardashian: Already called my business manager. I'm buying pieces from this collection as investments. This is HISTORY. Backstage, Lorenzo watched everything carefully. Models rushed past, half-dressed and panicking. "Zip me!" "Where's the Louboutins?" "Someone touch up her lipstick!" In the middle of everything, Sophia stayed calm. She moved slowly, fixing small problems—tightening a strap, encouraging a nervous model, approving a quick outfit change.