Novel & Cerita Eleanor Rose Clothing

She didn’t touch anything cheap, only the rarest, most expensive pieces. The kind of items that had to be specially requested. She was flipping through an emerald silk gown, deciding whether it was extravagant enough, when she spotted her. Eleanor Sinclair. Scarlett’s smirk was instant. Of course, she was here. Eleanor was a vulture in Chanel, a woman who fed on gossip and thrived on social destruction. Whatever happened in this boutique today would be all over the elite social circles by nightfall. Scarlett already knew she’d be attacked, and she was more than ready.

Eloise and Angelina were not allowed to go out without security as they belonged to a very big and powerful background which came with many enemies. Upon entering the mall, all eyes were on them. The boys passing by, gave them flirtatious looks only for girls to ignore them. Walking into one of the luxurious brands, the females sat down, taking places on the couches before Evelyn walked into the middle of the room Eloise signaled the staff as they came rushing, holding beautiful dresses. Evelyn widened her eyes looking at the collection of dresses and was gonna faint. “ These are too many to try “ “ Babe it is your engagement “

She also showed us a trunk of her grandmother’s old clothes, carefully stored away. “Take what you need,” she’d said, though her expression was reluctant, like each garment held a piece of her grandmother she wasn’t quite ready to part with. Now, as we gather in the main hall, Eleanor adjusts the sleeve of a blouse she picked out, a faint scowl on her face. “I never imagined I’d wear a dead person’s clothes,” she mutters. “But here we are." Raina stiffens across the room, her face tightening. Greta notices and speaks quickly, smoothing the tension with a smile. “Well, it’s better than what we had yesterday. And honestly, they’re surprisingly sturdy."

"We found Ms. Smith's clothes and phone in the soil beneath the black roses… along with a human skeleton!" The entire room was suddenly deathly silent, until John sprang to his feet in shock, "What?!"

Andrea shrugged, but she was already pulling out her phone to text Eleanor the boutique address. By mid-morning, they were all standing outside the first boutique. The storefront was elegant—white and gold lettering on a black background, the windows dressed with flowing white gowns that looked like clouds. Eleanor arrived in a town car, dressed impeccably in a tailored navy coat and a cream-colored scarf. Her hair was perfectly styled, her makeup flawless. She looked like the kind of woman who had never been uncertain about anything in her life. "Miss Eleanor," Andrea said, genuinely surprised but keeping her voice polite. "I didn't think you'd actually come."

It was a simple ivory gown with delicate lace details on the bodice. It had flowing skirt that moved when I walked. Nothing overly elaborate or princess-like. It just gave sophistication and timelessness. It reflected who I'd become instead of who I was expected to be. "That's the one," Eleanor said immediately, tears in her eyes. "You think so?" "I know so. You look radiant." Catherine checked the fit. "Minimal alterations needed. I can have it ready by Thursday." "Perfect," I said. Rosie had been playing with accessories in the corner. She ran over when I called her.

This time, though, I wasn’t so lucky. “Cassandra,” Ellie gasped. And only then did I realize we were wearing the EXACT same outfit. “What the hell?” she asked, her hands on her hips. “Where did you get this?” She pointed at my blouse. “Did you steal it? Because there’s no way you could afford ANYTHING from Hot House Flowers. Let alone an entire outfit!” “What makes you say that?” I asked, suppressing a smile. The dress was from my own company, but Ellie had no idea I was the co-owner of Hot House Flower, and I certainly wasn’t going to tell her.

But badly she reaches upside after sometime and I already stand here. She became afraid more by look at me here and thought that I’m still in the ground floor and now I reach here. I continuously look at her and said: “Why you look at me? Everybody is not so lazy like you. Now, just go inside and wash the clothes.” She just goes straight and collect clothes to wash them. She looks so beautiful when she works in anger. In anger, her cheeks become red and blush which increase her beauty. Rose’s POV:

Eleanor had taken full control of the decorations like her life depended on it, and honestly, nobody dared to fight her on it. After everything that woman had survived, betrayal, secrets that almost tore the family apart, cancer that nearly took her away, she deserved this joy. She moved around the estate with a glow Clara had not seen in a longtime . Not the fake brave smile she used to wear when things were falling apart. This was real happiness. “I want ivory roses, not white,” Eleanor insisted one afternoon, waving a sample bouquet in the air. “White is too plain. My daughter is not plain.” Clara laughed from the couch. “Mum, I promise I will still get married even if the roses are white

Outside the grand Granger Family's mansion, Elena RoseFord stood motionless, her body as stiff as ice. Her gaze remained fixed upon the ground, her expression vacant and distant. She was adorned in a vibrant red shoulder-length dress, its hue a stark contrast against her pale, fair skin. The fabric clung delicately to her perfect figure, accentuating her curves and highlighting her grace. In her carefully chosen ensemble, she appeared akin to a fragile red rose. Though her exterior seemed serene, beneath the surface, her emotions swirled, a tempest of thoughts and feelings she struggled to contain.