Santana Lopez Fashion Novels & Stories

“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.

Which, maybe I am. “And what’s the problem with that?” he asks, his tone maddeningly calm. “The problem,” I say, dragging a hand through my hair, “is that when I told her the dress came from Santa, she didn’t believe me. She looked disappointed—like she wanted it to be from the CEO. Like she’s dreaming of some rich prince sweeping her off her feet with grand gestures and expensive gifts. She even asked, ‘Who the hell is Santa?’” Caleb chuckles under his breath. A goddamn chuckle.

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

She had a see through towel tied at the waist and a dark shade hanging off her forehead. Santana on the other hand was wearing a green two piece and a long T shirt that is left open. She also had dark shade over her eyes, with her curly brown hair flowing down her shoulders. Joe had on a short and a short sleeve shirt that he left open to reveal his delicious pecs and abs. "Honey, relax, I am sure she will be here soon." As if brought down by Santana words the lift opened to reveal Kathleen looking so hot in her two piece pink suit that it left her friends' jaw on the floor.

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.

The rolling acres of land, the exquisite buildings in the Estate, the Fernandez Empire including all it's firms and subsidiaries and holdings, its shares, properties, stocks, the bank accounts. "All mine." Lana breathed softly, her breath puffing out in a white cloud in the still night "They are all mine. I am no longer the broken, hidden wife of the C.E.O of Romero Empire. I am Lana Fernandez." She was no longer the lowlife and the worthless, penniless woman. She was Lana Fernandez, world renowed fashion designer and the most sought after talented designer, Muse. Lana smirked, a small smile turning her lips, "Now, I'm literally their savior. MAGIC is almost in ruins and I'm the only one who