Elena Gilbert Mikaelson Ball Dress Mga Nobela at Kwento

She thought she open the message and her eyes widened. "You better pick up your call if you don't want my men in Damien custody to speak the truth" Elena sighed out of frustration and anger. She continue to walk downstairs on her short beautiful red gown.its stuck with her body showing her beautiful curves. the front were designed with beautiful gem stones, While Klein was on a long red one side slit gown with tiny strip hand. the gown was beautiful has it has beautiful stones from the beginning of the shit to the end. The both ladies look beautiful as they both board the car the driver has arrange.

, Anastasia shouted, drawing attention to the scene. “It's okay Ana, she didn't mean to. I could happen to anyone”, Elena was calm, lips slightly raised as she dabbed on the spot with a paper towel. Elena looked so beautiful tonight, he dress was a black feathery ball dress, with thousands of gem stones, She looked like a warrior and a princess. “I di-didn't mean to clash into you-you Elena, I'm so sorry”, I apologize again, not minding the loud Anastasia.

“Trust me.. You’ll look like royalty in this. Kael won’t know what hit him.” I wrinkled my nose. “It’s too much. I was thinking something… less.. something.. simple.” “Simple?” Lily scoffed. “You’re going to the Blood Oath Ball Elara!, not cookies and tea with Kael. You might as well light the whole place on fire while you’re at it.” She immediately twirled towards me, holding an emerald dress, the sequins flashing light like shattered glass. I couldn’t help but laugh. “Well.. That’s… bold.

Jesus fucking Christ. Elena descended the staircase like sin learning how to walk. The crimson gown hugged every lethal curve, slit flashing miles of leg with each step. Her auburn hair was swept up in a sleek chignon, exposing the naked line of her back—skin glowing warm under crystal light, those two fragile straps the only thing keeping the dress from sliding to the floor. The masquerade mask dangled from her fingers, black lace and rubies waiting to claim her face. My lungs forgot their job. I adjusted the bow tie just to feel something other than the sudden rush of blood south.

I didn't hesitate and agreed with a nod. I'd heard that underworld balls not only featured the finest wines but also offered chances to meet all kinds of people. This was the perfect opportunity to expand my network. That evening, Lorenzo sent over several haute couture gowns from Melania along with matching jewelry. I chose a deep red velvet gown paired with coordinating diamond accessories. When Lorenzo took my hand and led me into the magnificent ballroom, the previously noisy venue fell instantly silent, followed by countless curious stares. Among those gazes, I caught two particularly hostile ones filled with jealousy and malice.

I couldn't even imagine walking around by myself and I hoped that his family wasn't half as dramatic as mine. Anastasia and Lora wore matching light peach gowns with different designs. Ana wore a tight, long sleeved dress that reached just above her knees. Lora's dress was an exact replica except that it was a ball gown version of Ana's dress and it had a line of pearls around her neckline. Lora's hair was tied in a tight bun while Ana left her hair down because it was too short for a bun; they both had diamond hair pieces and they wore matching wedges.

The boat shaped neckline was lightly ruffled with white colour ribbons, and even the end of the sleeves were elaborately decorated to match it. Seeing this Eloise's eyebrows twitched, 'am, I going to a ball for goodnes's sake, its fifty degrees out and we are in a moving death trap and she wants me to dress in that luxurious outfit!' smiling she whispered, "today.... it looks like it will be quite hot, why don't we find a comfortable one to wear?" "How can it be, my lady you have to dress according to your status," the maid firmly refused.

I said, and we both giggled. I found a beautiful dress laid out on the bed. "This is for the ball," she said. "I think it will be perfect for you." I gasped as I took in the sight of the dress. It was unlike anything I had ever seen - a shimmering silk gown with intricate embroidery and delicate lace. I felt like a princess from a fairy tale. Abbie smiled as she watched me admire the dress. "You look lovely, Princess Eliza," she said. "I think you'll be the belle of the ball."

Elena said in a cheery voice when she stepped into the room where Daciana was dressing up Alan in a sharp-looking black suit. Alan had a bright smile on his face as he waved at her. "Aunty Elena! Is that the gown you're going to wear to the ball tonight?" Daciana paused and glanced back at Elena just then. She was gorgeous, dressed in an emerald green gown that hugged her figure, and had a side slit that reached her knee. Elena laughed, stepping closer and twirling just a little. “You like it?” Alan nodded vigorously, his cheeks puffed with a proud grin. “You look like a queen!”