Novel & Cerita Eleanor Rose Clothing

She approached the rails as she began to survey the offerings. "Ah, Iris, dear, I need your expertise," she said, her voice dripping with sweetness. I nodded as I approached her. The other servants remained silent, as they didn't dare speak to Eleanor unless absolutely necessary. Eleanor's eyes scanned the racks, her fingers trailing over the fabrics. "What do you think of this one, Iris?" She held up a stunning red gown. "It's lovely, Miss," I replied. "The color complements your skin tone perfectly." Eleanor raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really? I'm not sure...it seems a bit too loud, don't you think?" She smirked, her voice dripping with condescension. "But I suppose it's a good choice...for so

I messaged her earlier since I couldn't reach her before, and she replied that she was fine and having fun with my sister. *** Louise Rose . "Oh my God..." Eleanor gasped and covered her mouth in amusement. "You are so beautiful, Louise. Perfect!" The dress felt incredibly light as if I wasn't wearing anything. It featured a long slit on the side, making it formal enough for the event. The back design formed a V shape and reached down to my waist. It has a smooth lining and attaches to my skin like a magnet. It's perfect, as Eleanor said, but I feel a little uncomfortable in it.

Can I do them good? "This . . ." Eleanor frowns, undecided. "No, not good." She tosses it aside, then wanders around and plucks another one. "Thank God!" I suck in a deep breath of relief, for the first one wasn't my scene at all. The next one is an off-shoulders burgundy dress, cascading up to above the knees. Kind of my scene, I guess. "I'm sure this one will do," says Eleanor, then looks at me expectantly. "What do you think?"

'' I lie, smoothly as I continue to look at him. He rolls his eyes at me, pointing at the window, ''No you're not. You need to jump now, amore.'' Then, he pulls me towards the window before picking me up and placing me right near the window but he drops me as soon as I start fighting back, ''Rose.'' He says my name, impatiently. ''I'm wearing a dress, Elia. I can't jump!'' I state but he quickly tear the dress—making it short up till my knees. My eyes widen in surprise but he just acts casually, as if it wasn't a big deal.

Rose hadn’t been lying when she said that she and Elaine would be visiting dozens of stores. Elaine was the type who was easily drawn in by something in the display window. She had practically raided the clothes stores, hunting down dresses, shoes and accessories. Rose bought a few items, but only casual wear, mostly she was just replacing the things that Zander had torn from her body like the dirty bastard he was.

But if she did, she would’ve seen Jane sharply staring at her. — HOURS LATER — Eleanor sat in front of her vanity, her eyes narrowed as she flipped through hangers in her open wardrobe. Her space, once filled with pastel hues and delicate floral patterns, suddenly felt foreign to her. Too soft. Too naive. She frowned at a frilly lavender blouse and shoved it aside. Eleanor's done with lace and bows. She's done with looking like the girl everyone expected her to be. The sweet, tame, and breakable girl. That girl died with the last version of her. Eleanor decided to go shopping. A full closet purge. Darker colors. Cleaner lines. Clothes that don't beg for approval.

Eleanor had given them to me, her hands shaking. The day was clear and soft. But the air felt heavy. I stood between my mates at the front. I wore a simple grey dress. No crown, no jewels. Just me. Next to us, Gaius stood straight and stiff, wearing his best clothes. His arm was linked with his mother’s. Eleanor looked… present. Her eyes were no longer empty. They were filled with a deep, quiet ocean of sadness. She had agreed to come. She had even helped choose the flowers, white lilies, Valerie’s favorite.

Before he could respond, she brushed past him and whispered, “If Rosemary thinks she can come back, she’s wrong. You’re mine, Adrian. You always will be.” --- That night, Casandra called the same man again. “Burn it down,” she said simply. The man hesitated. “The boutique?” “Yes. The brand. Her name. Her hope. I want Eleanor by R.L. erased from existence.” “But what about Adrian—” “I’ll handle him,” Casandra interrupted, her voice like ice. “He’ll be too blind to stop me. He always is.” --- Meanwhile, miles away by the sea, Rosemary — or Eleanor — sat in her small studio, surrounded by fabrics, sketches, and unfinished dresses. The lamp cast a warm glow on her tired face.

Just for a second. "Ahem." The sound snapped me back like a rubber band. I pulled away, blinking as if waking from a dream, and finally noticed her. Eleanor stood just inside the doorway, watching us with the smug amusement of someone who knew she wasn’t welcome but didn’t care. She was dressed in a sleek navy-blue pantsuit that fit her like it was tailored just for her, emphasizing the slender curves of her body. The blazer was left unbuttoned, revealing a silk camisole beneath it. Her blonde hair, styled in a flawless bob, framed her face—sharp cheekbones, piercing blue eyes, and lips painted in a deep, wine-red shade that made her look both intimidating and effortlessly elegant.

Her waist is cinched with thin gold chains to outline her curves, and she wears various jewelry on her head. Eleanor's woolen dress is trimmed with gold, her waist is embellished with emerald stones, and she wears a flower crown. She is also cute and beautiful. Although Selena's clothes are simple, her embroidered tight top shows off her slender neck and waist, her long sleeves are flowing and graceful, and her fresh and elegant makeup makes her look like a fairy descending into the world. She secretly thinks that no wonder her son is attracted to her. As a woman, she also loves Selena's slim figure and charming face.