Bridgerton Cast Eloise Novels & Stories

The last thing we needed tonight was people noticing Oscar being led around like an overeager socialite. But then—out came Eloise. Calm. Unrushed and professional. She was radiant, without trying. Oscar… That bastard lit up like he’d just seen an angel. “You!” he grinned, stepping forward with way too much enthusiasm. “You’re the chef?” Eloise nodded politely, her smile practiced, guarded. “Head chef, yes. I trust everything was to your satisfaction?” “Satisfaction doesn’t quite cut the magic that happened in my mouth,” he then held out his arm and kissed her hand. Softly.

Could he trust him? The complications had set her feelings on a spike of doubt. She had to brush it aside till the complicated knots were untied. A man like Charles seemed like a complete gentleman. Far from the man Killian had portrayed himself to be over the past few months. "Ma'am... A Uber is waiting for you out front." Eloise came to deliver. Penelope smiled and twirled in front of her mirror. She wore a peach A-shaped gown that reached above her knees with a slit, showing off her thighs.

Then, she took out the gold pendant from her pocket. “I’ve found our daughter, Sean.” “What? That’s great! Did you really find her?” The worry on Sean’s expression was replaced with excitement. “Where is she? Ellie, where’s our daughter?” Sean pressed impatiently while Eloise closed her eyes in agony. “She died.” “Wh-What? Died?” Sean was stricken. “We played a part in killing her…” Eloise looked up remorsefully. “Madeline Crawford was our daughter…” “What... What did you say?”

“Scan me, add me on WeChat. If I can’t make it back for dinner, I’ll send a message.” Cosmo just looked at her, seemingly unwilling to add her. So, Eloise raised her phone and said, “Don’t worry, Cosmo. If it’s not important, I won’t bother you.” Cosmo seemed forced to do it, so he scanned her and added her. Then he said, “I don’t really care about what you do.” Eloise replied emotionlessly, then gathered her things and left. She went straight to the audition venue to meet Sasha. The role in the audition was for a supporting character in a period drama. She was a woman who ended up in a dance hall due to her difficult life. From being a dancer, she became a manager for the workers there.

A moment passed, and then the door creaked open, revealing a woman—Eloise. She stood in the doorway, her eyes wide with confusion. For a moment, she didn’t speak. Her long, dark hair framed her face, and her delicate features were soft, unguarded. She was the picture of innocence, a stark contrast to the storm that was about to engulf her life. "Eloise," Trent said softly, his voice unexpectedly gentle. "It’s time."

“You’re definitely one of the best around here.” His smile widened. “Thanks,” he said. “It’s refreshing actually hearing other people compliment my acting instead of my looks.” “Your acting has always been the first thing I’ve noticed,” she honestly said. “Your looks are just a bonus, I guess.” Grayson gave her a meaningful smile, although Eloise was focused on Ollie that she couldn’t really see it. “What was your name again?” he asked. Eloise turned her attention back to him. “Eloise,” she smiled. “Eloise Rivers.”

She had completely changed her gentle appearance from before; tonight she was dressed gorgeously and brightly, the red dress on her body made everyone unable to help but pay attention. She was bowing her head to talk to her friend standing next to her, not knowing what she was saying, but smiling so calmly. As if she felt his gaze, she raised her head to look back. He withdrew his gaze, looking towards Quetzal. Not long after Eloise entered the hall, Guinevere let her go find her close friends. As soon as Eloise saw her friends, Matilda pulled her back: "Eloise, come here quickly, see if that's your ex-sister-in-law?"

Malcolm barely looked at Caleb, just nodded, then focused his attention somewhere else entirely. My gaze snapped to the side. Right there by the door, struggling to lift Caleb’s massive leather suitcase, was Elsie. She was in her uniform, pale, tense. She was exactly where she shouldn't be, caught in the doorway between the returning boss and his two mess-making sons. And then her eyes locked on mine. She has the prettiest grey eyes. I had the urge to capture her in that moment with my phone camera. She is picture perfect. There’s an unexplainably tender ache there for her. I sensed a deep sadness buried beneath layers of her brave look. How the fuck I knew that was beyond me, but it’s true.

When I saw Lynette in a beautiful gown, I finally received closure over everything that had happened. She shot me a mischievous wink, then shushed me with a finger to her lips. I also spotted Victoria at the gala. Her face went pale with shock when she saw Lynette and me together. Victoria assumed I had left her and switched jobs because of Lynette. A faint, mocking smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth. “Aaron, so you left me for a better offer? You had a change of heart, but you made it sound so noble. I thought you had some backbone, but turns out, you’re just a leech.”

The waist had something that caught my attention, something that made the dress the perfect choice. The Elisora emblem, the same emblem on Eleazar’s mask subtle yet bold, hidden yet claiming. If I intend to assert my position today, that dress is the perfect choice. ************** I stood against the mirror, my eyes scanning my reflection. My full red hair was up in an elegant updo, blazing more than it ever did, the contrast of my pale skin and my dress granting it the perfect setting to shine, adoring my ears were beautiful silver earrings which held a tear drop ruby pearl, my necklace laid elegantly on my neck only lightly grazing my collar bone, tear drop ruby pearls sticking out inches