Gilded Princess の小説・ストーリー

Half the internet is now writing love conspiracy theories about you two. Priscilla added excitedly. "You’re being called the ‘Cinderella of Savoir." “What does that even mean?” I asked, overwhelmed. They both looked at me like I should know the answer to my own question. I groaned, already feeling the weight of it all. The assistant zipped up the second gown Jessica had picked—a champagne-colored satin dress with a dramatic backless cut and diamond-studded straps. It was gorgeous, but I felt exposed. Then my hair was pulled into a loose bun with crystal pins.

Unlike the quite modest dress the maid who had brought me here wore, the handmaidens who surrounded the Princess were all clad like the room, with golden gowns and feathery ornaments. The Princess sat on a throne-like chair with her feet resting on the footstool—a golden footstool, naturally. She was dressed in a cream gown embroidered with gold. The dress had been made of countless layers of delicate silk, making her look like a queen from some exotic kingdom. I looked down at my simple, white tunic and a pair of leggings and felt like I was undressed for the occasion… whatever this occasion might have been. The handmaidens must have thought this way since they all looked at me with distast

" The pendant my mother gave me, something I had cherished for a decade, had been handed over by Anna to my husband’s mistress. A deafening buzz filled my mind. The noise around me faded into nothingness. My face drained of color, and my lips trembled. "Give it back…" Like a madwoman, I lunged at Scarlett. "Give it back!!" She shrieked in alarm. "What’s so special about this worthless thing?! You act like it’s some kind of sacred treasure! "The rightful Mrs. Sterling gives her only daughter a cheap, low-quality trinket—why would I even want it?”

Of course he had. It wasn't white. It wasn't the demure pastel shade Evelyn had suggested in the files to "show submission." It was gold. Deep, shimmering, liquid gold that hugged every curve of my body like a second skin. It had a plunging neckline that walked the fine line between elegant and scandalous, and a slit that went all the way up my thigh. It was a statement. It was a roar. "You look..." Mrs. Gable paused, her hands clasped over her chest. "Like a Queen, dear. Truly."

The bridal suite was chaos. Talia twirled in the center of the room, her flower girl dress puffing out like a cupcake and her sparkly boots flashing with every spin. “I’m a princess!” she declared, arms flung wide. “You’re a glitter bomb waiting to happen,” Sam muttered, dodging her with a curling iron in one hand and a makeup brush in the other. Tosha snorted, pinning another section of my hair. “She’s got more energy than the espresso machine downstairs.”

Their expressions turned serious at once. They finally understood: I wasn’t some lost, weak princess waiting to be “taken in.” I wasn’t a lonely girl Sophia could destroy. I was Mia. The woman who controlled the new Italian Quarter shipping lines. The woman none of their families could afford to anger. I stood and walked to the floor‑to‑ceiling window. Beneath me lay the richest, most dangerous streets in the city. Mafia bosses. Old money. Greed. Betrayal. A million secret deals happening in the dark.

I turned around and was instantly wide eyed as I stared into Hope. “Isn’t it lovely?” She says once again. “This dress was unveiled at the Miami International Fashion Week.” “It’s the Danasha Luxury Gown.” Natasha says. “The couture dress will incorporate diamonds and gold as well as other fine materials and precious gems. Although the dress’s design includes lavish stones and metals, the design team behind this project maintained a couture look and strayed away from a design that would make the dress seem like a novelty.” Natasha explains but I can’t take my eyes off Hope. Her carefree bliss was replaced by a grand novelty. I’ve always thought of her as an angel that descended from heaven b

Parker, they must keep a lot of company secrets here I thought. Miles made a stop in front of a huge door boldly written CEO and he gave a gentle tap on the door. While we waited for the door to be opened I stood there admiring the piece of art before me, the door was so pretty from top to bottom. The knob was made of pure gold with a little touch of the finest diamonds I had seen. I would be exaggerating if I said the door cost more than the whole company but it seemed true. I was still caught up in my thoughts when the door was opened which made me snap back into reality. My eyes met with that of Miles’ father almost immediately the door was opened which made me fidget a little then he gav

I moved and sat on the other side of the room, I need to figure out a plan I didn't account for the witch, that means I need a better plan, just then I heard the door open I picked up the silver knife to stab myself but I couldn't. "Come here let me do that before Jackson figure out that silver has no effect on you, or and princess when you figure out a plan let me know", I ran other to Damien and he took all the pleasure in stabbing me again causing me to scream out. "Where is the witch", I said bending over in pain while holding on to his shoulder. "The north side in an underground bunker, now go back to where you were, and princess he thinks he has you so play the part",