Elena's Dress At The Mikaelson Ball Novels & Stories

Even if it means going to a boring ball, he will go as long as it will stop his father from preaching about cork wives. THE SUN FINALLY lost its glam on the sky. Lamps have now lit the Englisian streets. Ladies wore their finest gowns and silks as they rode in their carriages to attend the masquerade ball. Men took their dates and boasted their titles. The gates of the palace were now open for guests. For the masquerade is now finally open for all. "Is everything ready now, Anaj?" Elizabeth's voice echoed as she stepped in front of a tall mirror.

“My Queen, that’s absurd! Giving pixie dusts have long been illegal especially now with the predicament our clan is in.” She gathered up her courage to reason out. “Please. My friend is in need! He is dying!” Everyone turned reverently silent. They were staring at her, dumbfounded. At first, Ellaine thought they finally understand her but a look at herself proved her wrong. Her necklace under her shirt was glowing again! Without thinking, she took the necklace out. She almost forgot about it since she came into that world. “What kind of witchcraft is that?!” They were all pinned to their places, unable to move with fear.

I said carefully, "I attended a blackout masquerade for a children's hospital charity. Full masks, no names allowed until midnight, the whole point being that no one could network their way through it. I spent most of the night in a corner hating every minute, until a woman in a dark green dress asked me to dance because she said I looked like I was drowning standing up." Elena had gone very still, the anger draining out of her face and leaving something far more dangerous behind it, recognition. The office lights hummed softly overhead, the city glittering behind her through the floor to ceiling glass, and I watched her hands curl slightly at her sides as though bracing for a fall she had n

The gala was glass and black tie and the kind of lighting that made everyone look expensive. Elena stood in the hotel ballroom with a champagne flute she was not drinking and a dress Damien had chosen: high neck, long sleeves, a slit that only showed when she walked. Underneath, nothing but the slim, dense toy he had seated in her before the car arrived, already slick from the way he had worked it in while she braced against her own kitchen counter, forehead to the cabinet, breathing through the stretch like it was another protocol.

It didn’t cover their entire face, instead only the half upper part, so they could still talk comfortably. Elena felt like she was in a mask ball that attend by princes and princesses in the fairy tale. Instead this was not a fairy tale, and it’s not a ball. It’s something dangerous and Elena actually didn’t want to be here, especially after how Zachary’s respond to her latest question.

"Obviously, Michaela is more beautiful. I just meant… when it comes to a party décor sort of situation, I've never seen anything so beautiful. That's all." "Ah, I see," River said with a nod. "Now, that I can agree with. We did a pretty nice job with that. Now, I think you'd probably better get home and get ready for the dance." Ellie felt her cheeks turning a rosy red just thinking about it. River would be "picking her up" for their date soon, and she couldn't wait. She was planning to wear a cream gown that would match the decorations. It had a long, mermaid skirt and was strapless, and the thin silver belt would match the silver highlights that were woven throughout the decorations. "All

In her place stands someone sharper, steadier, a woman who built something with her own hands instead of waiting for someone else to notice her. "You look like you could buy and sell every man in that ballroom," Elena says, adjusting the clasp of my necklace. "Which, frankly, you probably can." I laugh despite the nerves twisting in my stomach, and for a moment it feels almost easy, almost light. Lila bursts into the room a moment later, dressed in a small matching black dress my father insisted on buying the moment he heard she'd be attending the family portion of the event before bedtime handoff. "Mommy, you look like a princess!"

“I know.” I didn’t deserve him. *** Mason insisted I dress up for the Alpha Ball. It wasn’t a request; it was an order. “Make a statement,” he said, tossing a garment bag onto my bed. “You’re not a rogue, Elena. It’s time you remind people who you are.” I rolled my eyes but didn’t argue. When I pulled the dress from the bag, my breath caught. The dress hadn’t gotten any less beautiful. The dark silk flowed like water over midnight rocks, and I remembered how it clung to the soft animal of my body, the way it showed off the deep copper of my hair.

|| Lilac's POV || “Alright,” I said, my voice steady now. “Let’s do it. Let’s go to the Wolf Gala.” Elara’s grin returned, and she clapped her hands together. “That’s the spirit! Now, we need to figure out what you’re going to wear. This is a masquerade ball, after all. You need a dress that will make you feel like the queen you are.” I couldn’t help but laugh at her enthusiasm. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“The grand dance, the music, the masquerade at midnight. You’ll see—everyone loses themselves on Solstice night.” Elara nodded, her smile tight and strained. She wanted to believe it. She wanted to surrender to the joy, to dance and laugh and forget the forbidden fire burning inside her. But every time Kaelen passed through the ballroom—overseeing preparations with quiet authority—her resolve cracked. Each low command from his lips, each brief meeting of their eyes across the room, sent another wave of wetness soaking her core. Her silver silk gown from the night before had been replaced by a simpler day dress, yet it still felt too revealing, too tight against her aching breasts and sensiti