Eleanor Rose Clothing の小説・ストーリー

“I know talent when I see it. My name is Eleanor Vance. I own Vance & Co. – we’re a small boutique in the University District that specializes in custom clothing.” Maya stepped forward, her hand resting on Sophia’s shoulder. “We’re not looking for a partnership,” she said, her tone protective. Eleanor smiled – a warm, genuine smile that made her look younger. “I’m not here to partner. I’m here to buy. I saw the cake Maya made for the mayor’s birthday last week – stunning work – and when she mentioned you were designing clothes, I had to come see for myself. I have a client – a young woman getting married next spring. She wants something unique, something that tells her story. I think you cou

Georgina informed. Eleanor nodded slightly and bit her lower lip. “Thank you.” She mumbled. Georgina nodded, bowed her head lower, and walked away. Eleanor closed the door behind her. *** After minutes of deciding if she should check what was inside or not, she finally summoned up the courage and did. Her eyes landed on the piece of clothing. It looked pretty. It was Green, but it was glittery. It only made her wonder where they were heading or why he had gotten her a cloth.

She turned twice in front of the phone and hurriedly asked, "Do I look good in it?" Eleanor was really beautiful when she was young. When she was in her forties, she had an illness. After she recovered, she gained some weight. Although Eleanor still looked pretty, she became less confident when it came to dressing. When buying clothes, Eleanor always picked loose dresses with complicated patterns, which made her look less plump. However, the dress she wore today was obviously different from those of Eleanor's previous style. It was a dark green knee-length dress made of silk. Eleanor also wore a black belt. It made her look energetic and young.

"In terms of color and size, there's nothing else quite like it in the world. Here, Rosie, try it on." Before Rose could object, Eleanor had already removed the necklace from the box and was now fastening it around her neck. "No, no, I can't—" Rose began to protest, taken aback by the extravagant gift. "Stay still." Eleanor's tone carried the commanding force of a woman who had once ruled the business world, and Rose found herself hesitating just long enough for Eleanor to secure the necklace in place. Despite her casual attire—a simple blouse and jeans—Rose's beauty was undeniable. The luxurious emerald necklace perfectly complemented her elegance, adding a touch of sophistication to her en

She loved fiercely and trusted freely, but the minute that trust was broken. "Come see them," Esmeralda beckoned. Andreas saw how Eleanor's fingers twitched and how she became slightly pensive, before going to Esmeralda. Eleanor pulled out the first dress and froze in shock. It was a lovely rose gold coloured, one shouldered, long body con dress dress, with a slit on the side. The material was so soft, yet bold. The subtle, yet sly color was so eye catching! The arrangements of tiny differently coloured fitting stones caused the dress to sparkle as it caught the moon's light. The material.... It couldn't be earthly.

He muttered something into his walkie-talkie, then motioned for her to go inside. She stepped through the iron gates, and the chill that ran down her spine had nothing to do with the morning air. This was it. She was inside. The Delgado mansion was exactly what she'd imagined; elegant, intimidating, and soulless. Black stone, endless windows, and security cameras that tracked every step. The kind of place that didn’t just keep secrets. It buried them. A tall woman in a gray uniform led her through a marble hallway. “You’ll clean. You don’t speak unless spoken to. And never touch anything that glows, clicks, or looks more expensive than your life. Understand?”

Jeffrey got up and jumped up and down to get there. He thought the flowers had bloomed, and I was back. But how could a rose that was uprooted bloom? He opened the iron gate of the rose garden and found that the land was loose. He saw Joanna holding a small hoe, squatting on the ground, and plowing bit by bit. "Look, Jeffrey, I want the roses I planted to bloom all over the garden." Without waiting for him to respond, Joanna, who was wearing high fashion and exquisite makeup-, hugged him. "Happy? Besides Audrey, I can also plant roses for you."

Hence, many people had limitations in making their choice. With Eliana's company, Rose felt reassured. She was happily choosing her clothes. "Hey, this is beautiful!" After picking up a black dress, Eliana showed it to Rose. She raised her hand and Rose pushed it away in disgust. "Hmph! You have such a good figure! What are you afraid of? But, this outfit was indeed a little too revealing!" While muttering to herself, Eliana hung the dress back.

Before I could settle, he has started the engine. I lean back and pull Eleanor's live feed. She's feeding pigeons. Still kind after being hurt. Is she not sweaty under it? My mind roar with a need to hug her. Dress. I pick up my phone and text my PA Me: Connect me with Rita, the creative designer at HOUSE OF FLAME. In less than a minute, the call is put through. "I've sent you a file. I need an exclusive custom-tailored dress for an evening luncheon"

I lied. Opening my wardrobe, it was still the same clothes mother and father had gotten me over three years ago. They were all worn out. I gulped. This wasn’t right, why would I take Eleanor’s dress? “Because you have nothing “ my wolf almost grunted. It seemed Eleanor had the dress with her already because when I turned to her smiling sheepishly, she quickly brought it out of her apron. It was a sleeveless lacy black dress that flowed to the ground with tiny nude straps. It looked simple yet sophisticated.