Elena's Dress At The Mikaelson Ball นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"I didn't think about how it would look when everyone woke up and couldn't find us. I was just so excited about tonight that I couldn't contain myself." Elena's expression softened as she took in the scene – the sewing machine, the fabric scraps, the obvious evidence of hours of creative work. "What exactly have you been doing down here, dear?" "She's been making outfits for everyone," Lucas announced proudly from his perch on Isabella's lap. "Mama says we're going to look like a real family!" "Outfits for everyone?" Elena repeated, her eyebrows rising in surprise and what looked like concern. "Isabella, darling, the Met Gala is tonight. When did you have time to—"

I dressed up in the blue and white dress Indigo had gotten for me, they adorned me with jewelry and the maids did my makeup so I would look the finest in the room. “Alpha Elijah wouldn't dare take his eyes off you tonight,” one of the maids said and it made me blush. “Thank you,” I smiled at her, “Let's go check for Indigo,” I said to Elena through the mirror. “Y'all can retire to your different duties!!!” Elena announced and we left my room. I didn't want anyone to look for her, I wanted to give her a surprise. After checking everywhere including the ballroom, my room and all the places she could have gone, I didn't see her.

ELENA I felt a lot better by the time I woke up. It was late afternoon. After a steamy shower, my face brightened up. I chose a long sleeved blue dress from my scanty wardrobe collection and put it on. Then, I gathered my hair into a ponytail, tying it up with an elastic band. Sky laid awake, babbling baby noises. Guilt squeezed my heart. What if I'd left this place last night? Would Julia have taken her back to the Family Center by now?

Ella “Are you sure I should be wearing this?” Ella asked, straightening one of the oversized purple sequins on the dress Madelyn had her wearing. The bride had insisted that Ella join them on her bachelorette party. “Yes,” Gwen answered, putting the finishing touches on her lipstick in the bathroom mirror beside her. “You're coming with us, so you need to dress like it.” “It's just so... sparkly.” Ella looked in the mirror and needed sunglasses. Purple sequins the size of silver dollars flashed and gleamed on the strapless, tight dress. “I feel like a disco ball.”

"Get Isabella to the basement." I caught his wrist. "No." He looked at me. His gray-green eyes mirrored my resolve. "This time, I'm not hiding," I said firmly. The front doors blew inward. Smoke and the metallic scent of blood flooded the air. Lorenzo stood in the doorway, his black coat splattered red. He looked unhinged. The tenderness I once knew had vanished. Red veined his eyes. When he saw me behind Dante, he smiled. "Isabella, my good girl," he said softly. "The ballet isn't over. Why did you leave the stage?"

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅• Katherine’s heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the backdrop of the grand ballroom. The air thrummed with the orchestrated buzz of an elite gathering, a symphony of champagne flutes clinking and the murmur of hushed conversations. She had infiltrated the soirée, a carefully crafted masquerade ball thrown by Castiel Mikaelson, the man who held the key to unlocking the secrets that plagued her family's legacy.

She plucked it up, holding it to the window, letting the sun dance across the flawless stone. "This looks expensive," Bella said, her smile turning vicious. "Where did you get it, Elena?" I opened my mouth but nothing came out. My silence ignited her laughter. "You stole it, didn’t you?" "I didn’t steal anything!" I snapped. "Then explain." I hesitated for a moment, can't wrap my head around the mysterious ring appearance on my finger. Bella’s face lit up in triumph. "Thought so. Just like your whore of a mother."

“You ready?” She smiled, her eyes gleaming with determination. “Always.” Their approach was subtle but deliberate. Damian and Maya mingled with the crowd, exchanging pleasantries with New York’s elite while discreetly gathering intel. They moved like shadows, each step calculated. “I see her,” Maya murmured after a while, her eyes fixed on the balcony overlooking the ballroom. Elena Rhodes stood there, a striking woman in her late forties, her presence commanding. Her dark hair was swept into an elegant chignon, and her emerald-green dress shimmered under the lights. She was laughing lightly, a flute of champagne in her hand, as if she didn’t have a care in the world.

"True, I guess." Kay, looking beautiful in a formal, black shin-length dress, like something you'd wear to the office, collects me from the apartment and walks me down to the great hall, accompanied by Elias in a white shirt and black slacks, Erin in a grey knee high dress looking stunning as always and Leroy in a similar shirt and trousers to my mate. I stop just before the entrance to steady myself and my nerves, "Chilli?" Elias stops next to me, his voice full of concern as I lean against the wall.

Elena heard Mikey speak. She blinked gently, trying to show she was calm. But actually Elena is feeling very awkward. Because she couldn't tell Mikey, the truth was that she didn't feel anything that night. She was drugged so she was unconscious at that time. Elena was still confused about what to say in this situation when Mikey took her in his arms. Mikey's cold thin lips also precisely captured Elena's attractive red lips. A gentle kiss, ignited the fire of intense emotion.