Eloise Bridgerton Novels & Stories

She briefly looked at herself in the full-length mirror. She was wearing her white wedding gown. Adorned with real diamond jewelry—the necklace, bangles, earrings, and even the headdress were all diamonds. Although they were real this time, her natural beauty was still undeniably outstanding—just like the time Don Constantino auctioned her off at the Dark Auction. "Perfect!" her makeup artist commented. Eleanor smiled, joy clearly visible in her eyes. Her heart was beating fast—with happiness and excitement. "Ma'am Eleanor, the carriage is here..." said one of the assistants who had just entered.

A man from the New York constituent office, a billionaire philanthropist that seemed bored to be here, a businessman that seemed to care all about appearances and looked at Elowen with too much scrutiny, a social worker with her hair in a too-tight bun, Richard, an old friend of my aunt's, and finally, Elowen. Elowen was going to be the overseer of the art program for the children's foundation, and the interior decoration of this place. “Hey everyone. I look forward to working with you,” she said cooly. I did not want to look at her and give her more reason to despise me, but it was hard to not notice the way her collared shirt hugged her torso. The way her hair sat in wave, flowing down her

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.”

she muttered with a small laugh. Just then, her phone chimed again. A message notification popped up on the screen. It was from Alex. He had sent the address of his house. Eloise checked the message and got up from her bed. She walked toward her wardrobe, feeling a sudden urge to dress top-notch for her visit. Her fingers ran across her set of clothes, lingering on her favorite pieces. She loved small, skimpy outfits that highlighted her figure. Then her hand landed on a long black gown, skimpy and elegant. She pulled it out and carried it toward the bed.

My words left a tense silence in the air, and the two women exchanged uncomfortable glances. "How rude!" the blonde girl rolled her eyes in anger at my response. "The way she responded, it almost seems like she's hiding something. Maybe she's the one who had the maid poison Katy so she'd lose the baby. I heard Eloise was Eleanor's personal maid, and they were super close. Eleanor even gave her a pair of ruby earrings on the day of the banquet. I know because the other servants told me," the girl next to her said, crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes at me.

He tried to get on to his feet, wincing in pain as he did so. Isabelle did not appear to be fazed by this new turn of events. Her face twisted into a sneer. “So, Oswald, do you want to show me what you’re made of?” David stepped inside. “What have you done to her?” “Isabelle has become a member of the Brethren!” Belinda was aware of movement behind her and she twisted round to see the bar emptying through the back door with the entrance of David Oswald. Isabelle seemed to notice this too and she laughed. “They might be scared of you, Oswald, but I’m not!”

Maybe they could also focus on custom-made perfumes. “What?” Lily was confused. “Do you know who just called?” George clasped his hands and continued, "I don’t know if you’ve heard of the name of the actress who had previously won the Best Actress award, Eloise Neville. She was a superstar before getting married into the Tanner family.” Lily was surprised before admitting, “Yes, I’ve heard of her.” Not only had she heard of Eloise, Lily even knew about her relationship with Nathaniel, but…why was she calling them?

she cried, hugging her tiny waist tightly. The woman sighed loudly. "Darling, were you scared by your reflection again? My, my, I thought my little angel had grown out of her fear. Don't worry, I'll ask someone to remove the mirror for you," she said softly. Eloise glanced up at her. "what do you mean reflection?" upon closer look the kind lady who claimed to be her mother was wearing a Victorian style ruffle dress that ran to her foot, her bust line so low that her womanly parts were near busting out. But her face thought it was completely covered in white paste.

Cadence said. Eloise shook her head and gave her the backpack before kneeling down to kiss Ollie on the cheek. “Be a good boy, okay?” she said in a soft voice. “I will, mommy! I’ll play with the handsome mister and have fun.” Eloise’s eyebrows raised in surprise. If Ollie thinks that this man is handsome, then he must really be, considering that Ollie has high standards and all. “Okay,” she said. “I’ll pick you up if the shoot ends earlier than expected, okay?”

She loves money more than anything. “Her name is Eloise,” Mavis said, leaning in with urgency. “She works in public relations. She really loves money, Mr. Oliver. If you want a thrilling performance, she’s the one. She’s done things even more daring than this. She’ll do it, no hesitation.” Charles’s lips curled into a smirk as he considered Mavis’s words. “Really?” he asked, clearly intrigued. “What kind of things has she done?”