Eleanor Rose Clothing Novels & Stories

"Thank you, Luna. I'll try it on." The moment Mia disappeared into the dressing room, Sophia confronted Eleanor. "What was that? Why would you defend her?" "Why are you so eager to be the bad guy? Leave it to me, I know how to deal with women like her." Turning, Eleanor approached one of the shop attendants who stood nearby with one of the dresses she had looked at earlier before insisting on white. It was a black off-shoulder dress with lace detail. The designer had recommended it, but Eleanor had declined because it was too sexy whereas she had been looking for something much simpler. "I'll take this one."

I said in disbelief, and Rosalie's mother smiled. "She was the one who gave Eleanor the dress back in the day; I understand she designs and makes everything, but she only sells to certain people," Rosalie's mother said and I looked in the mirror. "Do I have anything similar to what my mother wore?" I asked in disbelief. "I know you look just like your father, but just today you look just like her," Rosalie's mother said. "I'll take as many pictures as possible for Susan to see." That made me a little weak, but I posed as best I could, and then someone honked a car horn. When we got out, the Beta was dressed in a suit and held out his hand for his daughter to get into what was undoubtedly an

What did she do to Rose? "I think you've just volunteered to take the whole punishment," Eleanor said evilly. Rose immediately looked at me and shook her head, as if she knew what would happen to me, but I didn't care. "Yes," I said. "Rose, get out," Eleanor ordered her. "P-please don't hurt her," Rose pleaded, looking at Eleanor with teary eyes. "Get out before I break every single bone in your body," Eleanor threatened her. What power did Eleanor have that made her this confident and cruel?

But, seeing how Cindy mowas able to keep her motherly instincts and cravings in check, and how her emotions were stable even after meeting them, Sophie was relieved. Eleanor was dressed in her favorite Sapphire green body con gown. She had a very light make-up on her face. Even the jewelries she wore were her everyday accessory; a Jade pendant from her mother, a bracelet she had always worn from junior high school, a pair of ear studs and a simple black wristwatch. Yet, she stood out from the crowd of overdressed rich people. She had always had a natural beauty that never lost its glow. Cassie was glad that no one had noticed them in their 'private' corner since they arrived. At least, they

Eleanor’s voice came from the interior. Then the air on deck seemed to shift. Eleanor finally appeared, always the last one to make an entrance and to command attention. She had the kind of effortless confidence that bordered on theatrical. Draped in a scarlet-red two-piece that clung to her figure like it had been custom-designed for her (and perhaps it had), she was a sight to behold. The vibrant hue of her scarlet-red swimsuit, set against her sun-kissed skin, caught the light in a way that seemed almost deliberate. It wasn’t just a swimsuit—it was a declaration.

They have a sweet red colour and I'm proud of the work Kyle and I have done. That afternoon, we went to the grocery store and bought Eleanor some fruits and foods since her fridge was empty. Kyle also buys her a tonne of dresses and a few shoes. He has a sixth sense of fashion. Eleanor is so gleeful when Kyle shows her the dresses. She thanks him countlessly for buying her the dresses and food.

I wonder where she gets a new wardrobe every time. "Do you own a mall or something?" I ask, while looking through the dresses. Eleanor has a really good sense of fashion. Or maybe she got stylists hired. But she got a dozen dresses that are just perfect to carry out in both a formal interview and a date. I pull out one black dress that is knee-length, more like a jacket attached to a pencil skirt with golden buttons. It is very simple, formal looking but super stylish at the same time. "Not really, but I do have contacts with designers all over the world. Paris, New York, London... you name it. I pick up dresses from them. Some of our sugar babies also get custom made dresses for themselves.

Eleanor was upstairs in eleven minutes. She brought the dress wrapped in tissue paper, carried with both hands the way you carried something that mattered. She unwrapped it on the bed in the south room and Cloe looked at it and went very still. It was simple. Cream rather than white, with age that had softened it into something warmer. Long sleeves, a high neckline, the kind of dress that did not try to be anything other than what it was. There was a small embroidered detail at the collar, faded but still visible, tiny flowers worked by hand.

Drakken was the only person who would send her such a gift with red and white roses. She opened the box, and her eyes widened as she saw a gorgeous red dress. She carefully lifted it out of the box and held it up to the light. It was a Tulie designer, soft and flowy, and the colour was a rich, deep red that would look stunning on her. Eleanor felt a flutter of excitement in her chest as she realized what the gift meant. Drakken was inviting her out on another date tonight, and he was picking her up himself this time. At least that was what the card read.

– Eleanor said happily, kissing Missy's cheek – Until you were very, very happy… – she was still talking when her blue eyes fixed on the blouse and skirt that Missy was wearing and her small brow furrowed – Aunt, why aren't you wearing one of your cool dresses today? Missy swallowed, suddenly tense. Ellie loved every single one of her dresses, especially the ones with references to superheroes or Disney characters. However, when she had chosen that simple white blouse and that gray skirt, wanting to look as elegant as possible on her first lunch with the Knights and being Logan's girlfriend, – as much as it was a farce – she had never imagined that Eleanor would notice. She was making great