Elena's Dress At The Mikaelson Ball Novels & Stories

The night air was thick with the scent of power, money, and sin. The Graves Estate stood like a fortress, a mansion of glass and steel, looming over the city like a kingdom of shadows. Inside, the annual masquerade ball was in full swing—New York’s most powerful figures dressed in black and gold, their faces hidden behind delicate masks. Elena stepped into the grand hall, her gown a deep shade of crimson, a color that spoke of war and temptation. She wasn’t here to blend in. She was here to be seen. The room was alive with whispers. Who was she?

When he offered his hand, Elena took it lightly, stepping into the storm of flashbulbs. “Mr. Blackwell! Mrs. Blackwell! Is this your first gala together?” “Mrs. Blackwell, who are you wearing?” “Is your dress custom-made?” Elena smiled serenely, answering nothing, and let Adrian’s cold presence usher her past the shouting reporters into the glittering ballroom. Inside, the temperature seemed to drop several degrees as eyes turned toward them. Whispers rippled through the crowd of actors, producers, and socialites. “She’s beautiful, but that dress? Not exactly billionaire-wife material.”

It felt like a dream sitting at a round table with Noah on my left and Adam on my right. If you ever watched The Vampire Diaries, in an episode called Dangerous Liaisons, the Mikaelson's host a ball where Elena walks in alone dressed in a gold and black gown. She wasn't supposed to be there but neither were her love interests Damon and Stefan Salvatore. They come up along side her, each holding out their arm in a very old school gentlmen like fashion and she puts her arm on Stefan, her first love, and then Damon, the bad brother who she doesn't mean to fall head over heels for.

She kept looking around like she expected Chuck to just show up at any moment. Hopefully, word about the Landry arrival hadn’t gotten to him yet. Tabby said he’s been busy with his patrol duties, so he isn’t in the loop about much these days. “I’m so nervous,” Eliza said as she came into the room, Nan following after her as she put her phone in her small purse. “I’ve never been to a ball like this before.” “You look gorgeous,” I tell her, admiring her light blue dress that hung off her shoulders and white mask that made her features practically glow. She certainly did not look like a typical pack doctor, that was for sure. The dress makes her look like Cinderella.

She couldn't even be calm to ask questions before jumping into conclusions but I didn't care anymore. Since she wants to be stupid, I'll play along with her stupidity. “Fine! I'll do it.” I lied and she clapped excitedly, pulling me out of the room to join the large grand ball that took my breath away. The hall was large, the Decor and style was exceedingly classic and Elena walked towards group of Ladies dressed in a ball ball gown that formed a pool below their feet. “Hi Brianna!” Elena shrieked in excitement and Brianna spread her arms wide to embrace her, she embraced the other two ladies whose name I copies to be Natalie and Amy.

She was finally going to have enough space with her friends. "Don't worry babe, I will fill you up on the details when you arrive, I promise" She pecked him on the cheeks, and carried her shoes to her room. "Elena will be the death of me" Carl revealed after she was gone. The next day came faster than Elena had expected and already, she was getting herself ready for the ball. She had purchased a mask from ectsy with her phone. It was made out of silver and it had this mysterious craft that lured her in the first place to buying it.

Massimo's second-in-command was standing there with their outfits for tonight's banquet. "Everything's ready," Luca declared. Massimo frowned as he stepped away from Elena. "Let's get changed then," Massimo said with a sigh. A few hours later, Elena and Massimo stood behind the large doors to one of the estate's massive ballrooms. Elena felt a little awkward in her light blue dress. It went down to the knees and had a rather modest top half. In fact, Elena would've loved it if it didn't have a large opening in the back—the entire back half of her torso was left exposed.

Klein said shaking her head. "I will go dress up, you should do what you want around OK"Elena clean her eyes and turn to leave "No don't worry, I will go visit my mom. I kind of miss her" Klein said sighing for Elena to nod before leaving. Few minutes later, Elena came out with a short, mini red gown and a red hills with her golden purse like she was attending a dinner party. “Wow. well its 6:30pm already so anybody who sees you will think you are going for a date" Klein said sitting on the chair.

Elena POV I searched the faces of the guests as they parted to allow us walk to the small stage that had been set up at the front of the hall. Greed, malice leaked from their eyes easily even as they hid their faces behind half full glasses of wine. Unconsciously, my grip tightened around Draven’s arm and his voice sounded in my head. ‘You seem nervous.’ Startled, I stumbled a bit but my dress was a long midnight blue piece with a flared end so it wasn’t too obvious. I’d actually forgotten we could talk using mind link.

This really was happening, she was officially getting married to Stefan Sterling. “Elena,” she called softly, and Elena stepped out from behind the curtain in a flowing lilac gown that hugged her frame gently. Her role as chief bridesmaid couldn’t have been more fitting. Her dark hair was pinned up messily, and the way her hazel eyes lit up made Mia’s chest ache a little.