Eloise Smyth Actress Novels & Stories

Ophelia was two years younger than Esme, but Esme had to treat her like the roles were reversed simply because Ophelia was a Lancaster and Esme—the unwanted one. “That's more like it,” she said with a satisfied smirk on her lips as she watched Esme struggle to hold back her cries. Her expression of pain and anguish was satisfying to see. “Get working quickly,” Ophelia ordered as she took her foot off Esme's hand. “Start with your disgusting blood which you have smeared all over the place. Even its smell is repulsive.”

“Scan me, add me on WeChat. If I can’t make it back for dinner, I’ll send a message.” Cosmo just looked at her, seemingly unwilling to add her. So, Eloise raised her phone and said, “Don’t worry, Cosmo. If it’s not important, I won’t bother you.” Cosmo seemed forced to do it, so he scanned her and added her. Then he said, “I don’t really care about what you do.” Eloise replied emotionlessly, then gathered her things and left. She went straight to the audition venue to meet Sasha. The role in the audition was for a supporting character in a period drama. She was a woman who ended up in a dance hall due to her difficult life. From being a dancer, she became a manager for the workers there.

"I'm so sorry, Eloise. I had no idea you were going through all of this." Eloise gives a small, grateful smile. "I appreciate that. I suppose we can both admit we’ve done a poor job of keeping each other in the loop these past few months. In any case, I actually came here because of one of your co-stars from the play.” “Which one?” “The one that stopped by to say hello when we were with you after the play. Dark blonde hair with seashells in it. She looks a little like a hippie.” Mary Lou tilts her head in curiousiry. "Grace?" she asks.

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?

But who approached us was a very, and I mean VERY, old lady dressed in the most mismatched clothes and with electric blue hair which was obviously chemically curled. "Are you Agatha?" Olivia stepped forward, not as shaken as I was by the completely unexpected person. Agatha nodded, a wrinkly smile on her face. "And you are Olivia Smith, from Beauty Smith." Olivia shrugged. "I did not know that I was this famous." She laughed, seeming completely at ease, despite her initial nervousness. Maybe she was unarmed by the fact that it was a woman. I did not know how I felt about that. I did not like how trusting she was. Had she not learned her lesson?

The image I keep repeating is not crude, it is precise: the cruel geometry of exposure, the way a single photograph can tilt a life. Eloise will be the actor I need. Eloise has the sort of face that bends light, the kind of laugh that funnels attention and makes men forget to think. She owes me, in the small, complex currency of favors and childhood debts. She will attend, not as a catastrophe, but as an elegant hurricane. I picture her in a dress that is both promise and threat, a color that says, I am not playing small tonight. She will move through the room like a comet, and she will do what she does best: she will listen as much as she dazzles. Jonathan will notice her, because he notice

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.”

Rachel West wondered, she is in the basement, it is cold and freezing, only a few degrees below zero, it shouldn't be hot, thinking to herself, she reached out and touched Oliver Smith's forehead. Unexpectedly, Oliver Smith ducked for a moment: "I'm just a little hot, a little thirsty, no fever." After speaking, he drank the warm water in the cup obediently. At this moment, Linda Park called, and no need to answer the call to urge her to go to the set. She didn't have time to spend with Oliver Smith, so she said to him, "I'm going to work, do you want to go home or what?" "I'll be here waiting for you to come back."

“You’re definitely one of the best around here.” His smile widened. “Thanks,” he said. “It’s refreshing actually hearing other people compliment my acting instead of my looks.” “Your acting has always been the first thing I’ve noticed,” she honestly said. “Your looks are just a bonus, I guess.” Grayson gave her a meaningful smile, although Eloise was focused on Ollie that she couldn’t really see it. “What was your name again?” he asked. Eloise turned her attention back to him. “Eloise,” she smiled. “Eloise Rivers.” “Eloise Rivers,” he muttered under his breath. “I’ll definitely remember that.”

"If anything happens to Aiden, I'll never forgive you, and I will come for everything you ever held dear. Trust me." Then Elsie dashed out of the house, bumping into a few concerned neighbors and apologizing as she went. Whereas, Loretta got up and ran up to the door, checking if Elsie had gone. A boisterous laugh exploded out of her, and she clapped in excitement. "And the Oscar of the best actress goes to Loretta Scott! Thank you,thank you!" Her eyes fell on a photo of Elsie on the wall. "Run to your death, Elsie. Run! April is waiting for you."