Novel & Cerita Eloise Bridgerton Books

I turned, my stomach lurching. Eloise. She swept in with effortless grace, her designer coat sliding from her shoulders into an attendant’s arms. Heads turned. She knew it, relished it. When her gaze landed on me, her lips curved into a poisonous smile. “Well, well. Playing dress-up with Damian’s card, are we?” My grip on the fabric tightened, but I held her gaze. Sophia bristled, stepping closer. “She’s shopping. Just like you.” Eloise’s eyes flicked to my belly, lingering with deliberate cruelty. “Careful at the party, Evelyn. Don’t trip over your gown—or the story you’re selling.”

Just before she could notice my presence , I turned away from her and walked straight to my room . As I walked close to my chambers , I could smell her . This wasn’t the right time , what is she doing here? I slowly pulled the door open and I walked into the room , her smell was all over the room . I walked straight to the lamp beside my bed and turned on the lights and when I did , she was there . Dressed in a red lingering that slightly covered her boobs and also parted her ass which was also in full view to me . Eloise smiled and turned to face me while curtailing her legs together while looking at me in a seductive manner .

Now, the house stood quiet and untouched, almost forgotten by time. But Ophelia hadn’t forgotten. She knew those books were waiting for her. And it was time to go back. The next morning, Ophelia dressed simply, tying her hair back and slipping on a pair of flats. She didn’t want to be seen, especially not by anyone in the Gray family. Her goal was simple: get in, retrieve her grandmother’s books from Rosehill Cottage, and disappear unnoticed. She walked quietly through the side path lined with hedges, her heart thudding as she approached the familiar white-and-blue cottage nestled beside the Gray mansion. But before she could reach the gate, a loud, cheerful voice called out behind her.

she noticed a ghost of a small smile from Craig that kindled tingles in her belly. "The Benjamin, Nathan. He's Beth's complete opposite; a tough little thing in a shy carapace," Eloïse shrugged. "That's pretty much it about my family." "You omitted." Eloïse tilted her head, thoughtful. "I want to know about Eloïse. She is my anticipated interest." The mentioned blushed. "You know all that there is to know about me, I assure you."