Chipettes Eleanor Novels & Stories

She could invite them both for dinner in the new year. "Excuse me, your grace, it's time to go to the chapel," Phillips, the new butler who Francis had been training to be his replacement, said quietly to Jasper. "Thank you, Phillips. Can you make the announcement, please?" Ellie watched as the double doors opened, and Philips directed everyone to the chapel. The one person she hadn't seen all evening was Charlotte. Ellie wasn't even sure that she was at dinner. She hadn't heard her laughing, a very distinctive laugh, like a donkey on helium. She stifled a grin as she thought of it, no that was very unkind. Poor Lottie was alone. She must be feeling so unhappy. Ellie kept an eye out for her

He had always been a hopeless cheat, not just with Selene, but every skirt he could get. Eleanor was a hypocrite, fully aware of Jeffery’s actions, but she kept covering and hiding everything he did. She didn’t even bother to clean his messes. She just covered them up. Eleanor took a sip of her sparkling champagne, and her eyes accidentally met Chase’s . She paused, wondering why he was staring at her. It was probably one of the few times her step son even glanced her way. She gave him a warm smile, and faced her food again. She detested that arrogant, cold light in his eyes. He was a huge boulder in the way of her achieving her goals.

She said when he was done. "Babe, who ate most of the stuff we got?" "You finished the tortilla chips." "And you finished the burgers." Aiden was choking on laughter. "I can't believe Maddie eats a lot. Where do all the food go?" She picked up a table knife. "Repeat that question at your own risk." Drew waved at someone. She turned and saw a pretty young lady with strawberry blond hair and wearing a flower patterned black dress making her way towards their booth. Eleanor. Drew's friend's sister's cousin and Aiden's date.

How did her high society tea council progress this morning? Eleanor Du Pont and Beatrice Vance Clair left the estate before the tea even turned cold, Damian replied, a low, satisfied chuckle escaping his chest. Eleanor showed her the high resolution paparazzi photograph of you standing outside the Obsidian Vault boutique under my personal VIP escort. She told me Cynthia's face went entirely bloodless before she dropped her porcelain cup straight onto the marble floor.

Lucas enunciates each and every word. “Wow, I would have actually believed that you guys were siblings. You could have just stuck to that story.” I say making Eleanor laugh, “Also you’ve had a kid? Jeez, you are so hot, I wouldn’t have guessed that in a thousand years.” I say as I look at her body. I already look like a potato compared to her. “Thanks, my daughter is ten years old now.” She says and my mouth falls open. “NO freaking WAY. You look not a day over 25. When did you have her-“

Flick shouted towards Donatello, the familiar look startling the surrounding onlookers. "Since it's a misunderstanding send the chips, don't make our Mrs Elena wait impatiently." Donatello coldly looked businesslike. Flick's minions rushed to deliver twelve million in chips to the poker table. Martino was upstairs fixated on watching Elena dialling her phone, Elena saw it was Martino's phone and hurriedly picked it up, "Still playing?"

She vehemently slammed her palms onto the big round table, the glasses of wine trembling with a clinking noise as they threatened to shatter. Caught unaware, the guest's gaze moved between me, Wilson, and Lillian. “Then what the hell are you doing here, Lillian?” she shouted, her sharp voice piercing through the murmurs of the crowd. Yes, Madam Eleanor wasn’t one to be played with. She’s always been selective of the kind of people that she kept in her circle and Lillian definitely stood no chance of getting in. It was Madam Eleanor who ensured that Lillian leave town when Wilson and I got engaged. She simply didn't like how Lillian was throwing herself at Wilson after we lost our baby.

Eleanor closes her binder, which I mistake for surrender. "Since I have you," she says. "The videos. You said, and I quote, ‘funny story’. I've waited weeks and no story has arrived, funny or otherwise." The table goes quiet. Chase finds the ceiling captivating again. "There's no video," I say with genuine contrition. "Of the first steps. Every phone came out too late. We have footage of carpet. Beautifully filmed, completely empty carpet." Eleanor looks at me for a long moment. "You were going to fake one."