Bridgerton Cast Eloise Novels & Stories

She mentally noted to have their autographs immediately after the show. There too she spotted Lupita Nyong'o and Coco Jones. Eloïse began to hyperventilate again. One would think it was her first time but of course it was since the last year an exam came along the way, two years ago, the invited celebrities didn't show up. "Eloïse," her mother called from backstage, "we need you here, please. Winnie's skirt needs a little adjustment and Edward's trousers too." "Ahh, I'm so happy everything's good so far, mum. Oh my, hopefully, my haut couture catches Leo's awareness. That'll be a dream come true," Eloïse ranted as she rapidly fastened Winnie's skirt to a fit.

I unroll it with shaking fingers. The headline is in letters an inch tall: GENERAL WYNNE APPOINTED PRIME MINISTER LADY SERAPHINE BETROTHED TO CROWN PRINCE AURENFALL SAVED BY NOBLE SACRIFICE OF YOUNGEST DAUGHTER There is a portrait: Father in ministerial robes, Seraphine on Edric’s arm, both of them glowing with triumph. Below it, a smaller sketch: me in chains, head bowed, captioned The Willing Bride.

A murmur rises from the men, shock filtering through their ranks. Eloise releases Liam’s arm and steps back, her expression cool, unbothered. “Anyone else?” No one moves. I smirk. Pride filling me in an instant. It’s true I never saw her fight, but this was proof that she was the rightful woman fated to be mine. My mate, and my luna. My amusement is short-lived as Eloise turns, her silver eyes meeting mine, cold and unreadable. There’s no warmth. No emotion. Just that same detached, calculating look she’s had since the moment she walked back into my life.

I turned, my stomach lurching. Eloise. She swept in with effortless grace, her designer coat sliding from her shoulders into an attendant’s arms. Heads turned. She knew it, relished it. When her gaze landed on me, her lips curved into a poisonous smile. “Well, well. Playing dress-up with Damian’s card, are we?” My grip on the fabric tightened, but I held her gaze. Sophia bristled, stepping closer. “She’s shopping. Just like you.” Eloise’s eyes flicked to my belly, lingering with deliberate cruelty. “Careful at the party, Evelyn. Don’t trip over your gown—or the story you’re selling.”

"Oh shut up you brat! Don't you dare to mock me. Why did you come so late? I almost got my name crossed out by the staff!" "I'm sorry honey, I had to deal with my delayed schedule before coming here. You know I should be on a plane to Paris right now to attend the Paris fashion icon show, but for you, my love, I'm right here." "Oh, Jon, you have no idea how grateful I am." Eloise cleared her throat after regaining her consciousness from the charm of a Jonathan Issac who was called a genius artist. "Lea, you're not going to introduce me to Jonathan Issac--," Eloise deliberately paused, then turned to everyone around her, who were also still hypnotized. "--YOUR PARTNER?"

Her gaze fixed on the winding drive that snaked up from the village below, where mist still clung to the hedgerows. She wore a simple ivory blouse and long skirt, her dark hair loosely pinned, a few rebellious strands framing her face. Hope had painted a soft flush across her cheeks, making her look both ethereal and fiercely alive. “Ely,” Elena asked softly, approaching from the doorway, “are you waiting for George?” Eloise turned slowly, her hazel eyes alight with a quiet intensity that belied the storm within. For the first time in days, a genuine smile curved her lips, warm and radiant, chasing away the shadows that had lingered there.

Eloise stepped inside. She wore a simple pale-blue dress, her hair braided neatly down her back, a basket tucked in the crook of her arm. She looked healthier than the last time I’d seen her, and stronger. Grounded. Yet her eyes still carried that quiet sadness, the kind grief leaves behind even when healing begins. She bowed politely. “Alpha. Luna.” “You’re always welcome,” Damon said, though his tone remained guarded. Eloise hesitated, then looked to me. “I came because… I thought you should know what’s being said.”

Maybe they could also focus on custom-made perfumes. “What?” Lily was confused. “Do you know who just called?” George clasped his hands and continued, "I don’t know if you’ve heard of the name of the actress who had previously won the Best Actress award, Eloise Neville. She was a superstar before getting married into the Tanner family.” Lily was surprised before admitting, “Yes, I’ve heard of her.” Not only had she heard of Eloise, Lily even knew about her relationship with Nathaniel, but…why was she calling them?

She leaned back in her seat and looked at me quizzically. “Ex-husband, once he agrees to get a divorce,” I corrected her, “but, yes, that’s exactly right.” She shook her head in bewilderment. “I don’t get what he’s trying to do. Doesn’t he see how much simpler it would be for him if you were divorced? Then he could marry… What did you say her name was, again?” “Willa,” I said, “the one and only Willa Worthington.” “Willa Worthington? The actress?” Emma gawked at me.

she mumbled, staring at the ground. " No, it's ok. We can discuss about the stuff now. Go close the door Eloise " I replied and she nodded, going to close the door and rushing back to have a seat. "Ma'am," Eloise began, her voice filled with curiosity, "is Adrian your husband?" I turned to her, surprised by her question. "No, Eloise, he's not. Why do you ask?" Eloise's cheeks flushed slightly. "Well, it's just that I saw him kissing you earlier and he called you his wife. I thought maybe..."