Romans & histoires Elena's Dress At The Mikaelson Ball

The grand ballroom of the Plaza was a sea of shimmering silk and fake smiles. I stood beside Julian, dressed in the drab, high-necked lace gown he had chosen to ensure I looked like a mourning widow when compared to Sarah’s vibrant blood-red silk. "Try to look grateful, Elena," Julian hissed, his hand tightening painfully on my arm as we stepped toward the stage. "It is not every day an orphan like you gets to stand in a room filled with dignitaries."

Of course, he did. A lump formed in her throat as she carefully lifted the bracelet and clasped it around her wrist. The weight of it was familiar. Comforting. Ethan had done this. For her. Clara cleared her throat. “Alright, you better not cry. Your makeup will be too flawless for that.” Elena let out a watery laugh. “I’m not crying.” Olivia smiled. “Good. Because it’s almost time.” *** Elena stood at the entrance of the grand ballroom, her fingers curled tightly around the bouquet of ivory roses and peonies.

The ceremony started a while ago but still no sight of that devil Alexander. "All You have to do is get rejected by him." I kept telling myself as I followed behind Elena. Upon entering the room, I realized that I had just entered the ball room and I watched the meangirls Kristen, Hanna and Diana flaunt their dresses, dancing to the music while others kept talking to each other. These girls are unbelievable.

She couldn't make Kira suspicious, not now. " Anyways, I have something for you. you can consider it a wedding gift for me " Elena went over to pick up the dress she had prepared beforehand. It was a beautiful ball dress sawn with golden thread and decorated with jewels. This dress alone was a small fortune, it was the first gift Shane had gotten her, Elena had worn this on the night of their first date and they both had memories of it. Kira was shocked when she was handed the dress by the Queen." I you to wear this on the night of your wedding. a separate wedding dress has already been prepared for you for the mating ceremony, tradition demands that you dress simply for the mating ceremony,

“Says here it’s from an Isabelle Laurent. You need to sign.” Elena’s stomach dropped. But she signed for the package and brought it inside. The box was heavy, expensive-looking. Elena set it on the coffee table and stared at it for a long moment. This was it. Whatever Isabelle had planned, it was starting. Elena pulled out her phone and took a video as she opened the box. Evidence of everything. Inside was a black dress. Expensive, designer, with a note attached: Wear this tonight. 8 PM. Address below. Come alone, or Marcus finds out about your little indiscretion at the masquerade ball. —I

Walking out of the room she goes into her car and drives herself to the ball , few minutes later she arrives to a long qeue of cars trying to get into the compound and waited patiently for her turn , and then drives into the compound, now some people do not know what she looks like, hell some even still feel like she is a man, so she decided to go by Gemini and not silverhound just to make the night more interesting. In the room they prepared lyric and dressed him in red to his own execution and wheeled him to the center of the ballroom while alot of the vampires available were cheering and baring Thier teeth, unknown to them some of the attendees are press so everything is playing live and

The ballroom smelled of roses and perfume, a soft fog of expensive scents that made Elena feel as if she were walking through a garden she didn’t fully belong to. Crystal chandeliers threw diamonds of light across the marble floor, and people in tuxedos and gowns moved like constellations arranged by invitation lists. Elena’s dress—navy silk with a subtle scalloped neckline—felt like armor and a statement at once. Hannah had helped her into it with a practiced hand and a smile that said, We’ll get through tonight.

I said, and hurried out of her room to change into the dress. The dress, layered in pink and cream lace, and white embroideries on the corset. It was so stunning on me, this was the nicest gown I'd worn in ages, and truth be told I wasn't expecting Elena to hand me a dress with the way she acted bitchy most of the time. This occasion has to be important, and it could only be important to show his face. I walked towards Elara's room and met her on the way, she looked so stunning in the full lilac ball gown embedded with lots of beads and crystals. Her makeup looked great, and her hair was neatly styled.

“Exactly. Let’s do it. We’ll go, we’ll sparkle, we’ll shimmerrr!!!!. “Elena exclaimed. The night of the gala arrived and I was standing in front of the mirror, taking a moment to admire the final look. The dress was perfect. A rich, deep red that swept the floor, hugging my waist, flaring out just enough to move elegantly. My hair was up, sleek yet soft strands framing my face, and the faint glint of light caught in my earrings. I felt… good. Confident. Ready. The girls looked amazing as well, each carrying their own energy into the room. Elena was dazzling in emerald green, Karissah sparkling in gold, and Thalia, ever dramatic, in sapphire blue. We stepped into the von Adler ballroom togeth

Elleanna moved into her closet again to find the dress sitting on a mannequin. She smiled wide as she ran her fingers over the dark purple silk-like material. She took the dress off the mannequin and slipped into it. It had long flowing sleeves and a light purple lace along the neckline. The dress fit her perfectly without it being too tight or too loose. There was also a light purple rope belt that she tied right under her breasts where it belonged. She slipped on the golden flats that she came across. Then she took the golden fur lined cape she found and tied it across her shoulders that completed the look. She left her closet and stopped by her full length mirror and smiled wide. Even wit