Elisa Brandani Novels & Stories

Part 4 That afternoon, the kitchen of the Barack family home was filled with the aroma of freshly brewed herbal tea. Elise was busy carrying a tray with a cup of tea for Mr. Abraham. Her appearance was simple yet captivating. Standing at 160 cm, her petite frame appeared graceful. Her shoulder-length black hair was always neatly styled, even though her face was rarely adorned with makeup. Her gaze was gentle, suggesting a patient personality, though her heart often harbored feelings of unease.

She smiled only when it served her. She felt Cassian’s gaze before she turned. He was watching her mouth. She licked a drop of wine from her bottom lip and turned back to Matteo, who was speaking about logistics in Sicily. “You seem very informed,” she said, tilting her head. Matteo raised a brow. “Does that intimidate you?” “Nothing that’s earned ever does.” Cassian’s fingers tapped once against his water glass. “Tell me, Elise,” Matteo said. “Is it true you studied art history?”

She is clearly competent, her demeanor professional yet friendly, providing a detailed overview of my schedule and the tasks ahead with a confidence that belies her youth. Elise is part of Laura's team, so she is well aware that I am not Verona. Laura's strategy is meticulously plotted, leaving no room for errors. Elise is to act as my assistant, while in fact being the true stylist, her expertise crucial to maintaining the ruse of my role as Verona.

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

m. Adrian would be home any minute. She quickly began tidying up her sketches — drafts for Maison Élitaire’s upcoming winter collection. Each stroke, each line held pieces of her soul. And yet, no one outside of Lila and Vanessa knew that she, Elena Blackwell, was the anonymous genius behind one of the world’s most elite fashion brands.

After getting approval, Raymond invited Elise to enter. "Boss, this Young Lady is Elise. She has cleared all our NDAs and all our security checks. Miss, introduce yourself to Mr. Sebastian Lim." Elise's body froze instantly. Her eyes stared in disbelief at the man sitting quietly on the sofa. That man is Sebastian Lim. CEO of Trust Group and supreme leader of the Lim clan. He is a man who frequently fills out business magazines for successful young men. Elise repeatedly saw his face in various magazines and news. "Da Lao Ban, Introduction. I am Elise Ming."

They almost never came first unless they had a reason. "We tried." Elisa spoke, her voice rough and unsteady from all the anxiety that I could sense from her. She stood five feet six inches tall, wearing snug tight jeans, and shirt that dropped off to one of her shoulders. Her hazel brown eyes shone brightly even in this well-lit setting. She kept her brownish-black hair at shoulder length, but occasionally, she liked to spice things up. While she came off shy, there were moments when—you didn't want to cross her.

He didn’t tear away his eyes at her as if there were just the two of them. “I like the color of your eyes.” He said. “They’re the color of honey.” “Thank you.” She was quite happy. No one had ever praised her for her looks. “By the way, I am Caeruleus. And you?” “My name’s Ellaine.” Now, even she can’t tear her eyes away from Caeruleus. She can hear bells ringing somewhere far away but she didn’t have the time to look away and search for it. Her eyes were fixed on the man in front of her.

Elise Elena's call came through as I drove my way to the office "Elena" I commenced as I slid the green button. "Good morning Miss Elise. I'm calling to remind you about the meeting you have with Mrs Melissa" My eyebrows furrowed in question. Who is Melissa again? "Who is Melissa?" I asked as I rounded the next street "Skylar's Mother. The meeting is by 10:30am at LèChattè restaurant".

Since yesterday, her mood towards Diana automatically changed all of a sudden and she saw the surprise look on Diana's face. "So, do you mind if I ask you some thing?" Lydia asked, also trying to clear off her thoughts. "Sure." "Do you know who Erica is?" She asked. Elise looked at her, the question was just too simple. "Who doesn't know who Erica is." "So, who is she?" "She's Diana's personal maid. What about her?" "Nothing. Nothing." "Nothing?" Elise asked, giving her a questioning look. "Yes, nothing." "Good. I might not be a demon or a werewolf but I can tell you really are a pretty good liar."