How Old Is Elliana From Dance Moms Novels & Stories

"A blatant lie!" Elaine sized me up from head to toe, her eyes filled with disdain. "Nolan's grandma is over eighty, how could she have a daughter about Nolan's age?!" She suddenly smiled triumphantly. "You just don't have the guts to admit it because you're afraid I would mess with you!" I stood up and said impatiently, "My mom had me pretty late, and my elder sister got pregnant young. Is it that weird for Nolan and I to be about the same age? If you don't believe me, just ask your husband and in-laws!"

Another buzz. Another message. This time, Diana had sent a short video. Milo was laughing, spinning in circles in the middle of a lavish living room, his voice clear and high pitched as he called out, “Mama, look! Look at me!” Diana’s caption followed seconds later. “Julian missed his son’s first words, first steps, first everything. Don’t worry, though, I’ll let him make up for lost time soon.” Elara’s knees buckled. She sank to the floor, the phone clutched desperately against her chest as sobs shook her entire body.

They broke up tonight. A gasp. "WHAT? But she's so cute! And he wore the adorable blazer!" "I know," Eliana whispered. "I thought they were perfect too." "Well, that is ridiculous. Who doesn't take a guy with a good job and cheekbones like that?" Eliana suppressed a giggle. "Mom…" No, no, Eliana. This isn't funny. Saben is thirty-two, available emotionally, adores his family, has perfect teeth—what more could that girl possibly want?"

I’m not sure I would have been able to find Matthew when he was 1 year old if it weren’t for Elana’s help during the search. “It’s really good to see you,” she said, pulling back to look up at me. “You look well, how are things at home? Are the kids good?” I nodded. “They aren’t much kids anymore,” I told her. “Irene turns 21 soon, and Matt is turning 8, but he’s acting like he’s in his 20s. He’s wise beyond his years and just completed his first shift.” Elana’s eyes widened. “How is that possible?” She asked. “It’s never been known for anyone ot shift that early in life.”

When she had thought she had no mom, Elena had always been there for her, she filled the position of her mum even when Damien never believed her, Elena did and there she was still believing so much in her. “Awwnnnnn….I should be thanking God for bringing you into my life at my old age!” Elena hugge her back. Aella giggled at her choice of words and pulled back to look into Elena's eye. “Old age??? You are going to be just 55 in the next three days.” Aella said amidst laughter. The truth about Elena was she had Damien at a pretty young age, but even though she was 55 she looked 40. You will never guess.

She asked, “Um, mother. Valencia said she was already four hundred years old. How - how old does that make you? It’s just that you seemed very close.” “That’s because she helped raise me, Alana. I owe her and know her thoroughly, but no! I am definitely not four hundred years old! Haha! That old hag!” Elenor was laughing breathlessly that tears welled up in her eyes, but after settling her emotions, she answered, “I’m just one-hundred and fifty-two years old. Still young!" Alana’s mouth dropped to the ground while Kai exclaimed, “Amazing, grandma. You look so young!”

“You obeyed a stranger’s command over your own daughter’s right to breathe freely?” “Obeyed a dying mother’s last wish,” his father corrected, but the words sounded weak. Drakonios’s jaw tightened. “Today is that day,” he said quietly. “Elianna turned eighteen this morning, and still she wears the veil—alone, far from the two of you.” The accusation in his tone rang louder than any shout. Neither parent answered. He turned to Elliot. The young man’s cheeks were flushed with anger, but his eyes glistened. Drakonios felt an unfamiliar tug of sympathy; the boy’s distress mirrored something raw inside his own chest.

The word hits the restaurant like a physical blow. I hear someone at a nearby table gasp, see our server freeze mid-step across the room. "Grandmother," Eric says urgently, but Elena waves him off. "Enough pretending," she says dismissively. "The girl's eighteenth birthday is in less than two weeks. Her first shift is coming whether she's prepared or not. Did you really think you could keep dancing around the truth?" I feel the blood drain from my face as I watch my adoptive parents process what Elena just said. Dad's mouth opens and closes like he's trying to form words that won't come. Mom has gone completely pale, her hand pressed against her chest.

Danielle's POV I didn't waste time pursuing Ella's dream for her. I didn't have the luxury of getting my heart desires when I was young and I do not want that to be the same fate my kids would have to face. Although Mila and Lila complained to me, I told them to wait and think about what they wanted to do with their young age. The next day was a big day for Ella. I dropped Mila and Lila in school then drove Ella down to Halsey Ballet School.