Eloise Bridgerton Novels & Stories

Yves left, she went outside to greet Catherine. “Hi, looking for me?” Brittany greeted Catherine with a bright smile and Catherine got irritated. “Look Brittany, I’m not interested.” Brittany’s smile vanished at Catherine’s rejection. She hasn’t even started yet. “That’s okay. You guys aren’t even in an open relationship yet.” Brittany confidently said and suddenly Brittany’s heart beat fast when Catherine seriously looked at her. Catherine’s eyes were piercing and it’s like Catherine could see her soul. It was cold and mysterious. It was different from the way how Catherine looks at Lyra. Brittany thought that Catherine really does have this handsome features. Something that Brittany could

Xavier didn't know what to say. He was speechless and couldn't find any word to express what he was feeling. He was dumbfounded seeing a smiling Valentina in front of him. She was wearing a beautiful peach color knee length dress with long sleeves and a high neck. Her waist length hair was open and went over her shoulder in a wavy way. Few of her hair strands fell on her face that made Xavier crave to put them behind her ear.

The fact that she was a beautiful green-eyed redhead only served to sweeten the situation. The man seated to the left of Elise was an elderly gentleman whose name forever escaped her no matter how many times she found herself in his company. To her right was Oliver Sullivan. To Oliver’s right was the beautiful Amy Owens. Amy was scheduled to have her coming out ball in a few months. Needless to say, Oliver made polite conversation with Elise whenever etiquette demanded it, but the majority of his attention was paid on the pretty little pre-debutante seated next to him.

Impossible, Livie had had a lot of dates, she had told me herself. Of course, she hadn't dated someone for months... unless she was keeping it from me, which I thought was impossible coming from Olivia. All those thoughts were forgotten when I suddenly saw her... she passed like a gazelle down the track right in front of me, and when my impossible love finally stopped, she turned her gaze to where I was and smiled at me like the most beautiful angel, causing my heart to stumble in my chest.

Let it grow uncomfortable. Then she asked, quietly but sharply: “What did you do to my mother?” Ophelia frowned. “What? You’re an orphan, right?” “Elizabeth Jane Hudson,” Eloise said. “That’s her name.” Ophelia froze. All the arrogance drained from her face. For a moment, she seemed to forget how to breathe. Then she stumbled to her feet, panic twisting her features. “What—No. No, you’re lying!” “Looks like you knew her well,” Eloise said softly.

The lady called Eloise had calmed down a bit and drew a chair to sit close to me. "Are you alright Olivia? You've just been staring at me like some stranger since I came in. I know I'm a drama doll, but you're used to me already, right?" She asked with concern in her voice. Eloise is a young beautiful lady about my age. She exudes a pleasant and heart warming aura. I noticed these things about her from the short time she came in until now. "I'm fine." I managed to say so it would not seem akward being silent.

"Look at her! Since divorcing Asher and moving back in with her family, she's become like a different person. So different from the sister-in-law we used to bully when she was still Asher's wife." "Tsk! I hate her. She's the most stingy and calculating woman I've ever known in this world," Olivia sneered. "Not to mention, it turns out she's just a woman who's good at pretending and isn't sincere. She lied to us all outright. What a shame."

Celine quickly obeys. Eloise was five-ten and a tall, thin woman, greying at the temples of her long hair that she wore in a braid most days. She was a lot older than her niece, at ninety-five years old, but she still looked to be around forty. Eloise was her father’s sister and while they got on most of the time, Eloise would often give Anton a hard time about Celine and the distance he kept from her. One night, when she was very small, she peeked out of the window of the small cottage and saw them talking.

Every possible outcome played itself out in my head like a poorly written tragedy. I sighed and finally flipped the page, determined to focus. That was when the door flew open. Eloise strode in like a storm with nowhere to go. Her movements were sharp, restless, her hands tugging at the sleeves of her dress as though she couldn’t get comfortable in her own skin. She didn’t even greet me before collapsing into the chair opposite mine with a dramatic huff. “I miss him,” she announced. I looked up, already smiling. “Good morning to you too.”

She hurried over to Tanner's bed and sat beside him, pretending everything was perfectly fine. Tanner smirked when he heard his mother's voice, too. "What a great actress," he teased mischievously. When the door opened, Scarlett walked in, followed by a man with long, shoulder-length blond hair and an unmistakably fashionable appearance. "I'm here with the wedding gown designer," Scarlett announced. The designer looked Eloise up and down before asking, "Is she the bride?" Scarlett nodded. "Come here, Eloise. Tell him what kind of gown you want. He's one of the best."