Eleanor Chipmunk Costume Novels & Stories

But each step felt heavier than the last, weighted down by the knowledge of what I'd lost and what I'd gained. Inside, Eleanor waited in the main parlor like a queen holding court. She sat in her favorite chair, the one that had been carved from a single piece of mahogany in 1892. Her black silk dress was perfectly pressed, not a wrinkle to be seen. Her silver hair was styled in its usual perfect chignon. Her makeup was flawless, her red lipstick sharp as blood. She looked like she'd never spent a day in prison. Like the orange jumpsuit and sterile walls had been nothing more than a bad dream.

They are already dressed up for the party. Eleanor is putting on a green dress like I said. Beatrice is wearing a blue dress with shiny stones embedded in it. It's an off-the-shoulder dress that reveals her delicate shoulder. “If you are done staring at us, can we go in?” Eleanor asked and Beatrice stepped forward. “We are waiting.” She said and I swallowed hard. “You guys are so good at making fun of me. Now get in, ladies,” I said, pulling the door wide open for them to go in.

"Wash your face. Put on a loose dress. You need to look like a bored and abandoned housewife." Two hours later, a taxi pulled into the driveway. Eleanor Montgomery stepped out like she was a queen returning to her palace. She was a tall woman, dressed in a sharp pink suit and pearls. Her hair was perfectly sprayed into place. She didn't wait for me to come out. She walked right in, sniffing the air. "Elena! There you are," she said, offering her cheek for a cold kiss. "The gardens look... different. More expensive. Did Mark get a bonus I don't know about?"

Fixing a huge smile on her face she turned around by revolving her chair to find a sad looking Eleanor standing in front of her with her dress for school all on her. She wore a light blue top with a black skirt that had two red lines running through the entire thing even on the pleats of the skirt. Her legs had high length white socks covering them and finally a pair of black polished shoes. “Aw, you are ready already? You look so precious.” Eliza got emotional to see her daughter all ready for school. She stood from the chair and approached Eleanor.

Somehow, I know they are wasting time until the last flight to Mountain leaves before we head back. We sat on the couch in the VIP dressing room of one of the designer shops, waiting for Eleanor to come out and show us the thirtieth clothes she would try on; yes, THIRTY, you heard me right, and even though Lilly and Sophia should complain, they seemed enthusiastic, and I was the one suffering in silence. "You know I get it," I finally said while we waited for Eleanor. I was bored and anxious. I really wanted to go home. Lilly turned to look at me with a smile; just then, Eleanor came out wearing a smile in a pink dress that she had tried on earlier.

EMMA POV I was forced to join the ‘family’ dinner after what happened. I didn't want to, but was curious about what Eleanor had up her sleeves. The first thing that caught my attention when I walked into the dining room was Eleanor's dress. She was cladded in a white see-through top and bum shot. “Hey… You're here?” She smiled as she quickly stood and pulled out a chair for me.

Eleanor lifted the comic book in her hand and pointed to the cartoon girl wearing a dress on it. Christopher looked at the cute girl in the cartoon, wearing a pink rainbow chiffon dress, thinking he misheard, and asked with difficulty, "Do I have to wear a dress too?" "Chris, is there a problem?" Eleanor blinked her innocent big eyes, very understanding. "Don't you want to wear pink anymore? Alright, then we'll wear the blue set together." “...” ***

I picked up a small pink cupcake and took a bite. The soft cake melted on my tongue. I truly loved sweets; they were my favorite treat. I was about to take another bite when I spotted the silhouettes of my uncle and Eleanor across the room. I froze. Eleanor was wearing a bright red dress today. Staying true to her usual style, the neckline plunged nearly to her navel. Her chest was pressed so tightly against the fabric that it looked like a balloon about to pop. Just looking at her made it hard for me to breathe. My dress was ten times more modest than hers. I was certain that my uncle hadn't chosen that outfit for her.

Charlotte and I scoured through some magazines, looking at design ideas for new gowns for the Second Ball. Since us candidates needed to conceal our true identities as part of the challenge, Elva and I couldn’t match this time. Therefore, every time we saw a cute kids’ costume, I showed Elva to see if she cared for it. We passed by several options. An owl with lots of feathers. A baby seal with pearly white fur trim. A chameleon with shimmering fabric that changed colors in different lighting.

He must have been highly embarrassed. “He’s a gentleman.” Eleanor remarked. She decided to go with a black tank top, black pair of trousers and some sunglasses, she knew she was being overly dramatic. “This outfit is gonna get a lot of attention!” Eleanor exclaimed, chuckling loudly. In reply, Raven pouted her lips.