How Old Is Elliana From Dance Moms Novels & Stories

“Speaking of leaving early this morning…where did you and Jaxon disappear to?” Ellie’s smile faded into something quieter, braver. “I went to the prison. To see my dear ex-husband. For the last time.” Agnes’s brows shot up. “Ex-husband? You’re like twelve.” Ellie snorted. “I’m twenty-four. If you’re Isabella’s age mate, then you’re literally just two years older than me.”

She was extremely naïve and innocent when it came to all things relating to sex. Ellie, as an only child, was the love and light of her very over-protective parents, in particular her mother. Sadly her mother had been killed in a fatal car accident shortly after Ellie turned 13, which only caused her father to be even more overly protective of his only child.

The call comes on a Tuesday afternoon in March. Diana's voice is calm. Too calm. The forced composure that means something is very wrong. "Can you come to my apartment? I need to talk to you about something. Alone. Don't bring the children." "What's wrong?" "Just come. Please." Elara drives to Diana's apartment with growing dread. Diana is seventy-two now. Still sharp. Still active. Still running foundation fundraisers and managing charity events. But she's been tired lately. Losing weight. Dismissing concerns as "just age."

As she walked, he talked happily with her friend. Eliana was fifteen years old and in her freshman year of high school. Her hair was tied in a ponytail, giving her a vibrant look. She wore a white shirt, a plaid skirt, and a pair of white trainers. “Eliana, is that your mother?” Her friend asked with curiosity at the sight of Alice.

Elsa scoffed at her. “Someone who took care for nineteen years is way better than someone who brought me to the world.” Elsa spat out. “Then, let me tell. Someone I just met yesterday and has proven to be my mother or even if she was not, is better than someone I grew up with for nineteen good years.” Ellie yelled at her in rage and stomped past everyone outside to the car. Rachael gasped in terror as she heard what Ellie said. “Ellie.” Liliana called out.

We will miss him so much. Landry and Melissa also have Ansel who is ten years old, Opal who is eight and Pearl who is four. Opal is the same age as Wren and they are best friends. The youngest kids all go to Ellie's daycare center, where Liza works after school. Melissa works as a teller at the bank. Since Landry and I became partners, we've had dinner together many times. She and I have become friends, just as they are part of the family.

She said as she glanced at Ella from the corner of her eye. Ella sighed and just continued to stare in space. “I don’t really know why I didn’t refuse when my stepmother forced me to marry in place of her daughter much less carry her persona” She said, crestfallen. She needed a shoulder to cry on but that would come at a later date. As the two were talking, a woman in her fifties wearing a black dress walked up to the two. “Hello, Brittney, I’m Keenan’s mother Irly, and it’s a pleasure to meet you” Irly said extending her hand to for Ella to shake.

"Yeah! I remember now! He's the one we saw on tv." Eileen turned back to Lucian and stuck out her hand. "I'm Eileen. I'm 13 and the 12 years age difference between us isn't a big deal. If you get tired of Malea's boringness, I'm single." Lucian threw his head back and laughed as if she just cracked a joke while my parents looked at her with stern expressions. "12 years is a big gap." He said. She shook her head, her ponytail swinging in the same movement of her head. "No it isn't. Beyoncé and Jay Z are approximately 12 years apart and they're happy."

So soft and small and all that was good in the world. "My darling girl. Mommy has to go with these men, okay? Be good and go hide in your room. Daddy will come and find you soon. Just know that mommy loves you more than anything else in the world. I will find you, I promise." I assured her but couldn't keep the sadness from my voice. Heartbreak also came in many forms, this one I especially despised. Elliana pulled away and placed her hands on my cheeks, thumbs stroking my skin. "I see you, mommy. Love you too." She replied. That was the girl I raised. The one who pleasantly surprised me in the most difficult of situations. Strong willed and extremely intelligent.

"You and your mother, are just the same. You love too much. Be careful, you might up end up the same way as..." "As my mother?" I cut her off. "Come on, spill it, Gracia! You know what happened to my mother, don't you?" I speak calmly, hiding my claws in my palms as I clench my palms into fists. "Not yet, Ellie! Just. Not. Yet! You'll know the truth eventually, just not now. Before you leave, I'll let you know that your two foolish friends are in my custody." Shoot! What? "One wrong move, and you'll find their dead corpses in your bed! Watch what you do, Ellie!"