Eleanor Rose Clothing Novels & Stories

Seeing that I wasn't responding, Eleanor curled her lip into a sneer and began to pick at me again. "The young lady of Crestwood Industries, and you’re dressed like a common rag." It was true that I was dressed simply today in jeans, a white T-shirt, and sneakers. She, on the other hand, was in a skin-tight, off-the-shoulder dress that flaunted her curves. She wasn't wrong. I silently admitted her words were true. I stopped resisting and stopped feeling angry. I was just sad. I realized then that I had begun to accept myself as inferior to Eleanor without even noticing. It was a pathetic realization.

, he said and turned away to attend to a customer. Eleanor, opened the package and a lovely but daring and revealing gown sat inside with a mask matching the gown, a pair of shoes and an address, with a note. Eleanor, Just in case you change your mind, wear this dress for me and come to the address indicated. I shall be expecting you. Alpha Elliot. "Can I make use of the restroom, Emmanuel?" she asked, after reading the note. He nodded absent mindedly because he was busy with another customer.

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?"

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.

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.

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.

Unfortunately, she got tired easily and slept most of the time that Ellaine still had to carry her. On the other hand, Ellaine finally got to change to clean, decent clothes when they stopped by in front of a dress shop near the city gates. Majority of the clothes were cowboy outfits, but luckily for Ella4ine, one of the seamstresses had made a dress few days ago. She was quite happy with her new dress. Margarette even bought straw hats for the three of them excluding Finrod. On the contrary, the witch managed to have herself a roomy shoulder bag. She said it contains herbs, water, food, stones, and spell books that they sure would need.