Gemma Ward Great Gatsby Novels & Stories

And she has always loved me as much as she cares for her own brother Leonel. That's Gemma, she might be a successful runway model and the CEO of Karwitz fashion house, but at home she is a baby, her features are completely like our grandma, a beauty gifted with silver blonde hair, and her eyes are light blue. Gemma is righteous just like her parents and she is beautiful inside and outside. "Hi Gemma,Vivian speaks highly of you as well. But, this is actually a fan girl moment for me, to be standing with such a famous designer and model."

Nora declared and stormed off. She had welcomed Andrea warmly just to please Gemma. But then the sight of the poorly dressed girl remind her of when that snake that ruined her parents marriage came into their home. She had come in as Anna’s friend and left as Anna’s foe and her husband's mistress. One thing was sure, she wasn't going to let history repeat itself again. ********* Gemma had arrived at the company, dressed in a black silk dress and stopped just below her knew. She had a pair of grey heels on and looked really sophisticated. She was thanjful things had worked out back home and now was the time to make thing work out here too.

"I'm guessing you sent your daughter to seduce Pierce?" "You said it, not me," Gemma replied coolly. Camille scoffed. "You'd really let your daughter whore herself out just so you could get the General as an in-law?" Gemma's gaze hardened, but her smile remained. "Perhaps your mother should've taken a page out of my book. I got the man, and now that he's dead, I'm on my way to getting everything he owned." Camille fumed. "I'm onto you, Gemma. I know you got rid of Mr. Williams. But I'll find him, and when I do, your little empire will burn."

She looked like a sexy school girl and it reminded me that Scarlette was just a year older than me. The question was why she was dressed like that. Gemma wasn't an exception to the weirdness. Well, she's always weird but her outfit today was overly out of the ordinary. She was wearing a blue and white striped wrapped maxi dress, pink cowgirl boots and a weaved straw boater hat. She also had a satin scarf tied into a bow around her neck, and she wore no makeup. Is she okay? Has she finally lost it? "Good morning, everyone," I greeted, my gaze focused on Gemma. Gemma saw me staring and her face turned red from embarrassment.

He clapped his hands calling for attention and the loud and cheering noises suddenly went quiet, the music too. Just then, Gemma walked into the room looking so hot, so beautiful, so sexy, so attractive in her tight, mini, pink gown. She's wearing a white heels and carrying a white bag. Everything on her body screams money! Luca walked in with her and stood beside her. It was like Luca was her personal bodyguard. Heads turned to stare at Gemma and there were few gasps here and there. "If this is Antonio's wife, then she's really beautiful and very young" Ivan thought. But no one can be more beautiful than Margaret in his eyes.

Gemma walked to the coffee shop where Nicky was waiting for her. "Morning, you." Nicky said as she sat, waiting for Gemma to sit down. "Morning, Nicky, how're you doing?" Gemma ordered her usual from the waiter and the smile that the waiter gave her was unmistakably flirty. Gemma just looked away and sat down across from Nicky. "Is he ever going to give up... he knows I'm not interested." Gemma sighed. She wasn't someone that would be rude to anyone, and she never would be. But surely this guy must've received the message already, Gemma thought.

Somewhere over there, Gavin is probably oblivious to everything that went wrong, or maybe… he’s not. I sip my coffee again, trying to settle my nerves. Whatever happened, it’s locked inside me for now. And Josh will never know. I set my mug down just as the screen door creaks open. Gemma slips in, hair still a little damp from the beach, cheeks flushed from the early morning air. “Morning,” she whispers, glancing around like she doesn’t want to wake anyone. Her eyes catch mine, and I can’t help but smile weakly. “You actually made it home in one piece,” I tease softly, trying to push down the lingering nerves.

I drift near a tray of silver beads, pretending to examine a brooch shaped like a crescent. “Headaches common after ceremonies,” a voice said on my shoulder, gentle. I wasn't scared, but my wolf raised her head. Gemma stood there in charcoal, hair braided back, ink messed on her fingers, passing for any other citizen who wrote more than she fought. She tucked a coin into the salt seller’s hand and turned to me like we had planned this. I answered softly, “I’m hydrating.” “Good.” Her gaze dropped to my chest for a minute, then returned to my face. “Pretty pendant. Old work?” “My mother’s.” I kept my voice mild, noncommittal.

was all I answered before turning my back to go inside. They persisted and continued to ask questions but the guards blocked them. I didn't even look at them because what they were asking was too personal and it's dangerous for my career. I know others will find a way to break me and I won't let that happen. I was relieved when I finally got inside. I closed my eyes and calmed myself before smiling and opening my eyes. I started to walk towards the table where my friends and my brother were sitting. I feel people’s attention turning towards me as I walk. Who wouldn't? I am so stunning tonight. Wearing my sleeveless silver silk backless evening gown that has a slit on my right thigh. I also

Rose, the maid of honor, was making sure everything was perfect, her eyes darting around with a focused intensity. Glythe, who had recently returned from the States, was trying to lighten the mood with her usual playful jabs, but even she couldn't hide the excitement in her eyes. Despite everything her brother had been through—she was so happy that he had finally found the one who would truly make him happy.