Novel & Cerita Elizabeth Swann

Still, Gagnon Autos—a company on its last breath and flailing for help—now had his name on it. ​It was his to rescue, or to destroy. ​Elizabeth drew up beside him. Henri went rigid, acutely aware of her proximity. She was a subtle, scented, stirring presence. Without moving his head, he let his eyes venture to the front of her sweater. The fabric clung to the small, seductive swells of her breasts, and a sudden wealth of tenderness flooded him. She had come dressed for her role as an assistant: the sweater, a typical knee-length gray skirt, and simple closed-toe shoes with no personality.

But judging by the situation now, it seemed rather problematic, both the women were here. Elizabeth stood like a sculpture. She didn't even blink her eyes but kept watching her coming down. As if a ghost was getting closer to her, her throat got dry and her palm started sweating, she found it hard to breathe. Elizabeth in disbelief nodded her head in denial and took a step back. Her mind telling her the only word.. and it was 'ghost'. "Yes?" Olivia hesitatingly looked at Elizabeth and said, "She is Miss Piper, Mr Wyatt... Mr Wyatt's friend. And this is Miss Cassidy, Mr Wyatt... Mr Wyatt's business partner."

Looking up at the magnificent mansion, she sighs and heads inside. These events always fascinated her, the prestige, the glamour, and elegance. Not that she was self-centred or spoiled. Elizabeth was a fashion designer with her own haute couture fashion house, and events like these always inspired her. She felt like a little kid at Christmas time! “Maybe tonight won’t be so bad...” she thought to herself, then her mind went to ‘landing August Dereon’ and she groaned inwardly.

She followed him in because there wasn’t a compelling alternative, and the bell over the door made a delicate sound, and the air inside smelled like something expensive she couldn’t name, and a woman in her fifties with excellent posture materialized from between the racks. “Welcome. I’m Elizabeth. How can I help you?” Her gaze moved to Honor — taking in the borrowed dress, the healing cut on her cheek, the general evidence of someone who did not belong in this particular establishment — and then redirected to Gabriel with a professional smile. “My friend lost her wardrobe in an accident,” Gabriel said pleasantly. “We need to replace it. Everything.” “Of course.” Elizabeth’s manner shifted i

more like the aisle of doom,but after a few minutes Elizabeth had arrived. She wore a red Valentino gown with a very intricate patten of Swarovski crystals at the front and a long trail at the back,as much as Marcus hated to admit it—she looked stunning and the word stunning was an understatement as to how she really was,it even made him feel like a pauper with his cheap suit which he got from the thrift store on Downtownlooked Street. ‘You are so beautiful'.Carl whispered in approval as he linked her arm with his so as the hand her over to Marcus,she didn't have a brother or father and he was the closest person to a family she had instead of her cousins or uncles.

Queen Elisabeth’s boutique was busy that afternoon. Several tailors walked back and forth carrying fabrics, while an assistant was arranging beads on the long table. Olivia stood in front of the large mirror with a bright expression on her face. “Mom… this is so beautiful,” she said, holding the waistline of the white dress that was only half finished. Elena—known to everyone as Queen Elisabeth—smiled with satisfaction. “Of course it’s beautiful. Who do you think Mommy is?”

Until then, Elizabeth would pray for the safety and wellbeing of those poor unfortunates who suffered her wrath. Mrs. Sara Caldwell was a full figured woman who stood about three inches taller than Elizabeth. Her genuine warmth when she addressed a person overshadowed her overly large beak-like nose and deep set eyes that always sported dark circles. Even her crooked teeth did not deter from the sense of warmth and wellbeing that an individual felt while in her company.

“It would be more of a waste to leave them unused. Miss must follow Madam’s instructions. Please wear this one.” Aunt Eli handed her a pastel-colored dress, knee-length, with balloon sleeves. Elizabeth stared at it for a long time, speechless. For the first time in her life, she was about to wear something so beautiful. ---

A memory flickered, Charles’s laughter in the rain, his hand brushing against hers, the world they’d dreamed of before it was stolen by someone else’s name. It vanished as quickly as it came. “Don’t you dare break now,” she whispered to her reflection, voice steady, a command to her own heart. The woman in the mirror obeyed. Later that evening, the mansion stirred again. Valentina Castell returned from her “charity trip” with a silk scarf, an immaculate posture, and a perfume that could have masked deceit itself. “My darling,” Valentina cooed, kissing Hazel’s cheek. “You were magnificent at the gala. The press adores you. Edwin would be proud.”