Eloise Bridgerton Novels & Stories

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.”

Then bridesmaids, all young women from House Rosetti, walking in a practiced formation. Finally, Olyriane appeared. She wore white, which felt like a lie. A dress of pure white silk with lace at the throat and wrists, her dark hair pinned up with emerald pins. She looked like something from a painting. Beautiful and distant and utterly alone. Her father, Viscount Quentin Rosetti, walked beside her. His hand on her arm wasn’t gentle—it was possessive. A reminder that she was property being transferred from one House to another. Olyriane’s eyes found mine as she walked past.

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

The words looked small on the page. They felt larger. Elaine’s tablet chimed softly. She checked it. “Eleanor met Olivia twice. Both before the wedding. One charity auction and one Cole holiday reception. No close relationship. She publicly described Olivia as ‘pretty enough and better trained than most.’” Leah made a face before she could stop herself. Richard laughed outright. “Yes. That is Eleanor.” Daniel looked displeased. “She will provoke you.” “Because she disliked Olivia?” “Because she dislikes everyone until proven entertaining.”

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?”

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.”

To them, they felt they were stealing the attention of everyone. Eloise was a friend of Monica and so she was invited. She decided to bring her supposedly incredible daughter and son in law, to brag about to everyone. Now seated and waiting for her mother to be done with her unending greeting of almost everyone, Charlotte's eyes roamed about and landed on Denzel. They dilated immediately and her heart skipped. The married woman was now staring dreamily at Denzel. I mean, who wouldn't after seeing a breathtakingly handsome, hot, unmarried, and prominent man?

I had already lost count of how many dresses she had worn. Every single one had a problem. “This looks cheap.” “Nah too basic.” “The lace is ugly.” “I said elegant not old money grandmother. Even my granny won’t wear this.” The complaints never ended. Even the attendants were starting to look exhausted. Meanwhile, Dexter had collected his laptop from me and was busy working on it. A few times Cassie called for his attention and he would look up briefly to tell her what he thought before going back to work. I didn’t need anyone to tell me Dexter clearly didn’t care much about wedding things.

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.

She was like a princess who welcomed the people's reverence. As Sonia stopped before Eloise, she handed Eloise a small box. "Eloise, this is the present I picked out for you." Eloise opened the box to find a broken crown nestled within. Snorts and sniggers immediately sounded around her. "I got the gift on short notice. I hope you don't mind." Sonia blushed and quickly closed the box. "It's all Jonathan's fault for overreacting. He said I was too weak to go gift-shopping alone, so he had his assistant do the job for me. The assistant should have been more careful with it."