Eloise Bridgerton Novels & Stories

she fumbles, Eloise’s father was once a worker in the countess's household but died before he could pay off all his debt leaving the burden to her, but the countess had promised to brush it all of if she secretly works for her “I want more than this! This doesn’t mean anything! This won’t make me have Philip!” she screamed, The door then opened up to see a familiar face that had her eyes widening “Woah, Woah, whoa, go easy on the poor maiden” Thomas said as he shut the door

My hair was also a simple bun at the back of my head, with a jewelled clip to hold my veil in place. The bridal gown was pure white and simple. The skirt was flowing with a slight train and the sleeves were lace. Although my father had objected to the ‘unconventional dress’ at first…but he had changed his mind at the last minute when my groom’s father, and by father’s good friend, Mr. Davis, had reminded him that this was the twenty first century and women dressing in lace sleeves was appropriate enough. And yet…Mr. Davis hadn’t thought that arranged marriages should’ve been left behind in the nineteenth century either.

“If my memory serves my right, wasn’t your daughter a mistress in the beginning? Oh, and I hear that the original wife whose marriage she went in between, Madeline Crawford? I heard we look almost the same. Perhaps that’s why you’re speaking to me in such a tone, Mrs. Montgomery?” Eloise’s expression immediately darkened. “What are you talking about? My daughter has never gone in between anyone’s marriage. Madeline Crawford was the shameless one who climbed into my son-in-law’s bed. Meredith and Jeremy would have had a happy family long ago if it were not for her!”

Well looking at the elegant woman at the front I WS really surprised because I didn't expect her to come. Even the long lost Patricia had come, those silly days when we worked at Maggie's dinner. University days were at least fun with her around. My colleagues at the company and the kids I had grown up with at the orphanage had also come. At the front stood the judge waiting with Gale at the side. Maggie handed me a banquet of white peonies, I felt like asking her where she had got these but time wasn't on my side. Jennifer walked down the aisle first with a small white banquet of pink and white peonies, her gold dress swaying like the sun as she reached the end.

He could smell the scent of her skin. “Cosmo, I’m your wife, your legal wife. How can you say I have nothing to do with you?” she fired back. “And besides, I almost drowned tonight because of what happened! And now you’re telling me we’re not connected?” Cosmo couldn’t answer. He turned his head away from her, but his eyes accidentally fell to her chest. Eloise was only wearing a button-down blouse, simple and casual. But because of her position and how animated she was while speaking, her chest moved subtly under her clothes, and the curve beneath was slightly visible.

I was not willing to take chances. When Eloise stepped away from the group to fetch her purse from the hallway table, I intercepted her. She looked up at me with a bright practiced smile, clearly pleased to be part of the wedding bustle. “Barrett,” she said warmly, “this is all looking incredible. Emily has such beautiful taste.” I nodded politely. “She does. And I appreciate you helping Charlotte. She needs comfort right now, and I am grateful for every gentle presence in her life.” Something flickered in Eloise’s expression, a brief tightness, though she hid it quickly. “Of course. Charlotte deserves all the support she can get.”

Feeling much better, Eloise’s bare feet padded softly out of her room, heading for the stairs. Dressed in a blue shirt that reaches her thigh and a half-shouldered free blouse. Her hair neatly combed, cascaded down her shoulders. She doesn't look like she's had a fever the previous day; she looked all radiant and energetic. Eloise paused, inhaling deeply to confirm if she was mistaken. She stepped down the stairs and shut her eyes, halting her steps with her nostrils flaring. The air was thick with something rich and buttery, sweet, savory, and yet refined.

They all giggled which made her feel more disturbed and embarrassed. “Pardon us, little sissy, we just could not help it, you are such a beauty, with your curves and proper amount of flesh, the sizes of my dresses will definitely suit your fit,” Eloise supplied, turning to select a heap of clothing inside a big, chunky trunk that Georgette couldn’t remember being there yesterday. “I will braid your hair,” Enya enthused, going to her back and dragging her down into a stool. “I will make sure your bath is done and you will smell nice,” slightly sniffing, Gwyllyn grimaced, which made her sniff herself.

Weston Thayer stood at the shadow-drenched edge of the marquee, a glass of neat scotch heavy in his hand, watching his new wife work the room. She was a master at this game. Eloise was absolutely breathtaking tonight. The heavy diamond necklace around her throat caught the light with every breath she took, but her expression was even sharper than the stones. She moved through the crowd of dirty politicians, tech billionaires, and ancient, snobbish families with perfect grace. She knew exactly when to smile warmly to win someone over, and when to freeze them out with a look. She laughed at a painfully dull joke made by a senator, tilted her head in perfect mock sympathy for a weeping duchess,

It was a pathetic realization. "Honestly, I don't think the 'pitiful' look suits you at all. Why do you have to put on such a performance just to get a man’s sympathy? When your personality is trash, no amount of gold can make you classy." Olivia spoke up as she walked over to join me. Eleanor glared at us, her teeth gritted in rage. "You." She bit back whatever she was about to say, smoothing her expression into a mocking smile. "Regardless of what you think, I am Eddie’s fiancée. Take a look at yourselves, dressed so shabbily with no figures to speak of. Eddie would never be interested in a child like you. He only likes mature, sexy women like me."