Novel & Cerita Elena's Dress At The Mikaelson Ball

"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.

Chapter 60 The mansion’s grand hall gleamed in the morning light, servants bustling back and forth with crates of flowers and trays of champagne. Elena stood on the sweeping marble staircase, watching the preparations for tonight’s charity gala—ostensibly in honor of Kara’s safe return, but in truth another display of Gabriel’s power. She smoothed the fabric of her black silk dress and touched the single red rose pinned to her shoulder, bracing herself for the night ahead. Mia appeared beside her in a soft pink gown, still pale from last night’s ordeal, Kara in lavender at her side. “Are you sure about this?” Mia whispered, glancing warily down at the ballroom floor.

She beamed with pride. “Fast thinking Jess however don’t let her father or anyone else hear you referring to him as anything other than Alpha. Please entered the ballroom so Elena can make her entrance.” Kate said. Jesse squeezed Elena’s shoulder, made a bow to Kate, and entered to ballroom. Elena stepped up to the door, letting Kate look over her dress and makeup one last time. Kate fluffed the back of her dress so the gown was fully spread across the floor turning to adjust the way Elena’s tits rested in the top of her corset making them appear more round and firm.

- In the evening, Elara and Julia were heading to the nighthall street with Bella. "How beautiful you are looking at this dress! He will accept your apology in one second," Bella said to Elara with a laugh. It was Julia's dress, which she gave Elara to wear for tonight's party. It was a knee length black dress fitting on the chest area while loose around the waist. The dress had long sleeves of net. She paired it with black heels. Elara chuckled at Bella, shaking her head while thinking, 'Bella must be thinking differently. But Kevin and I don't have that kind of relationship. I am his stepsister. But we can be good friends.'

She tries to lean her head on my shoulder, but I shift my weight, subtly pushing her off. "I’m here to do a job, Annabel. Stay close, look pretty, and don't ask for a second date," I mutter. My eyes are already scanning the ballroom, ignoring the flashes of the paparazzi and the forced smiles of the city’s power players. I lift my eyes off my phone, scanning the crowd near the center stage, and that’s when I see her. Elena is standing near a marble pillar, clad in a floor-length black dress that hugs every curve of her figure like a second skin. It’s elegant, understated, and absolutely lethal. I feel a familiar, violent thud in my chest. Across the distance, our eyes lock.

She looked like she saw a ghost. “Claire? Claire!” Claire was startled by Elena's voice. She had frozen when Elena mentioned the word 'witch', she knew Elena was only trying to joke because witches were actually beautiful but they didn't live on earth but the statement didn't sit well with her. “Are you okay?” Elena asked in concern. “I- yes. I'm fine.” She finally replied. Elena stared at her for a moment before nodding. “So, what are you going to wear for the ball?” She asked with excitement.

"Let me go take a quick bath and get dressed, and we can head out." Liam smiled and gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "Take your time, love. I'll be waiting for you," he said, before releasing her hand and heading back to his home office. Elena rushed to her room, feeling giddy with excitement as she thought about the dinner date with Liam. She quickly made her way to her drawer and pulled out the gown she had been saving for a special occasion. It was a stunning floor-length dress made of soft, flowing silk. The dress was a deep shade of emerald green, and it hugged Elena's curves in all the right places. The neckline was low, accentuating her collarbones, and the back was open, revealing jus

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!”

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.