Novel & Cerita Elena Gilbert Mikaelson Ball Dress

Then he looked away, retreating once more into the fortress of his control. By late afternoon, Elena stood before the mirror in her suite, the chosen gown draping elegantly over her frame. Midnight blue silk clung to her waist before cascading into flowing layers that brushed the floor. The dress was regal, commanding, yet understated in its allure. Bella had helped her pick it earlier that day, sneaking into the penthouse for a quick pep talk. Don’t let him intimidate you, Bella had whispered. Walk into that gala like you own the place.

And no matter how much she fought… She wasn’t sure she could escape. Not this time. ------- Elena stood before the mirror, smoothing down the fabric of the borrowed gown. The dress was elegant—midnight blue, simple yet refined, with a neckline that dipped just enough to be alluring without surrendering to extravagance. It was nothing like the designer gowns she knew the other women at the gala would be wearing, but she refused to give Damien the satisfaction of seeing her in something he had chosen. Her fingers trembled slightly as she adjusted the thin silver bracelet on her wrist. It wasn’t nerves. At least, that’s what she told herself. It was frustration—at Damien, at this entire situati

It makes my stomach twist. “Elena, Mira,” I say, staring at the emerald green dress they’re holding up, “I told you to keep it simple.” Mira waves a dismissive hand. “You did. We just chose to ignore you.” Elena giggles. “It would’ve been a crime to put you in anything boring.” The dress is far from simple. It has a fitted corset, silk sleeves that drape off my shoulders, and tiny silver beads that shimmer like stardust. I sigh. There’s no point in arguing now.

“He just told me to bring it.” I peeled back the silk and was stunned when I laid eyes on a gown. A deep sapphire-blue ball gown, soft and elegant, with delicate silver embroidery around the bodice. The kind of dress you wear to feel powerful… and beautiful. It was exactly my style. The neckline, the colour, the flow of the skirt—he knew what I liked. I ran my fingers over the fabric, not sure how to feel. “Pretty, huh?” Lisa said mockingly. “He must really want you to dress up nicely before he dances with Elara all night.”

“By the way, in case I forgot to mention, you look absolutely breathtaking tonight.” Elena smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She wore a navy blue satin dress with a sweetheart neckline, paired with diamond earrings and a matching bracelet. Her dark hair was styled in waves, cascading down her shoulders. Simon wore a black tuxedo with a black bowtie, looking dashing as always.

But today, there was something in her eyes—an undercurrent of unease. In her arms, she held a dress. It was beautiful. Too beautiful. My heart skipped a beat as my gaze immediately locked on it. The fabric shimmered in the dim light, delicate lace and intricate beads. The gown was elegant, far beyond anything I could imagine for myself. But why would Marcello, of all people, send something like this? The room felt suddenly too small as Milena approached and held the gown out toward me. “Alpha Marcello has sent this for you. He asks that you wear it,” Milena said, her voice calm, but there was an odd tension in her words. She didn’t look at me directly.

Elena I’m dressed in a royal blue, long sleeve, body hug gown, designed with a low V neck, showcasing the gift Mikhail had given me. Actually the whole outfit is a gift from him, but there’s something about the necklace that got me mesmerized. I’m not materialistic so of course it’s not about the gold, rather, it’s the pendant design. It’s a broken heart pendant, attached with blood dripping, and above it is the first letter of my name. The design is intricate and difficult to imagine. To show that it was designed specially for me, Mikhail had drawn it on the letter he had sent to me.

Elena should have known the dress was a trap. It had arrived that morning in a box wrapped in black silk, with a note in Dante's precise handwriting: For tonight. No arguments. D. She'd opened it to find a gown that probably cost more than her yearly salary, midnight blue fabric that shimmered like starlight, cut in a way that would make her look like she belonged in his world. She'd stared at it for a full ten minutes, torn between sending it back and admitting that some small, secret part of her wanted to see his face when he saw her wearing it.

After I hung up, laughter broke out from the crowd around us. “Has she gone mad? She stole Ms. Stone’s wedding dress and still dares to act so arrogantly?” I could not stop trembling from the pain. The skin on my arms was melting into thick, foul pus at a terrifying speed. Yelena grabbed my phone and smashed it on the floor. “You dare call for help? I’m not letting you leave this bridal shop alive today!” she said viciously.

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.