Eloise Bridgerton Novels & Stories

She assumed that because she did not want to get married, that Penelope would also not want to get married. If she had paid attention, she would have noticed that it was not that Penelope did not want to get married, but she did not have any options or suitors. She was a wallflower not by choice. Eloise was a Bridgerton and according to society, pretty. Society did not classify Penelope as pretty, simply because she was chubby.

"This is lovely, Violet. You've truly outdone yourself once again." "Lovely?" Ollie interjected, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "This is out of this world! I can't wait to—" Ollie's words trailed off abruptly as she realized her slip. There would be no Max West by Chloe's side, and Chloe was determined to appear unaffected by his absence. Ollie shifted her attention to her own gown, a creation that may not rival Chloe's fairytale dress in grandeur but was nonetheless the finest ensemble she had ever worn. Ollie couldn't contain her excitement, eagerly looking forward to donning the gown and walking the red carpet with Chloe Burton.

Oh, so l could call his father Nicholas? I suspected Nicholas identified the irony in this too, but he hardly showed it as he introduced me to the shorter woman to his right. "This is my mother, Isabella Kendrick." I shook her hand warmly too, marveling at her perfectly curled brunette bob and bright red lipstick, which she was somehow pulling off despite her older age. "And this is..." "I am Olivia, and oh my God, you are so pretty!" I was suddenly enveloped in a tight hug by the final woman standing beside them all, and I was instantly drowned in her floral scenting perfume as the others chuckled lightly.

Ophelia 2 Years later: Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I could not believe it was finally happening. Today was the day I married the man of my dreams. The man who has protected me and fought for me. The man who brings me peace and comfort. I never expected to fall in love with my bodyguard, but Damian wasn't just any bodyguard. He was my everything, and I could not wait to be Mrs. Damian Blackman. I chose a very elegant dress made of lace and tulle with a modern fit and flared silhouette with a gorgeous lace train. The sweetheart neckline and natural waistline complimented my figure perfectly. There was beading and latticework on the bodice, while sequins and the addition of silver a

She responded and led the way. Tonight is going to be my first official public appearance since getting married to Dylan and I have to look my best. I wouldn't want a negative comments on me or him tonight. Eloise led me to the store where they kept all the already made dresses and I gasped. It was so beautiful. "You can make anyone of those yours, Mrs Black"

I was stripped of my position, and my blood, Jackson—Eduardo's son—was given everything that should have belonged to me ever since he fell ill. But his days were numbered, and his facade wouldn't last long because I wouldn't waste any more time bringing him down this time. I move away from the window as my door creaks open. I don’t need to turn to know who it is. I can already smell the faint scent of strawberry and pineapple before she even speaks. It was my treasured jewel. Eloise. “My lord, you called for me?” she asked softly and cautiously as if she were careful not to annoy me. I turned to look at her, allowing my eyes to linger on her figure.

Collins staggered, clutching his face, shame and pain mingling in his expression. The door flung wide. Eloise swept in, draped in luxury, her presence heavy with perfume and authority. Her gaze brushed over Collins like he was dirt on her heel. With a flick of her hand, she shoved him aside. He stumbled, tears springing unbidden as she sneered. “This wouldn’t even cover a day’s treatment.” His voice broke before he fled, humiliated. “Pathetic.” Victoria adjusted her sleeve, never sparing him another glance. Eloise settled herself into an armchair, poise flawless, like a queen waiting for court. “It’s your big day. Don’t let the pests rattle you.”

She leaned back in her seat and looked at me quizzically. “Ex-husband, once he agrees to get a divorce,” I corrected her, “but, yes, that’s exactly right.” She shook her head in bewilderment. “I don’t get what he’s trying to do. Doesn’t he see how much simpler it would be for him if you were divorced? Then he could marry… What did you say her name was, again?” “Willa,” I said, “the one and only Willa Worthington.” “Willa Worthington? The actress?” Emma gawked at me.

"Lambert, this is Miss Ophelia Winter. Her father is the Minister of Finance, and it's quite an honor that she's attending tonight's event. You should make her feel welcome." Lambert, clearly irritated, replied, "Father, I'm not the host of this party. Shouldn't Heloise be the one taking care of the guests? Besides, Lydia and Wythe are waiting for me. I don't have time." Ophelia was quite a beauty by conventional standards. With her long, wavy hair and perfectly sculpted features, she looked like a real-life Barbie doll. In fact, she was mixed-race, which only added to her allure.

I looked at the side that had the mask and nothing, there was not a single scar that showed she could have worn a mask. Does that mean they were lying, and she was pretending to have a scar all along? At this point I don't know what to believe anymore. I felt my heart twing with so much distrust as I looked at her. “I am the princess of DarkEast Moon pack Elodie Martin.” She bowed a little and not only I but everyone in the room seemed to be erupted by her soft speaking and the calm way she carried herself. I blinked twice and again, there was no way this was the same girl that I had seen, that one had a mask and…