Novel & Cerita How Tall Is Elena Gilbert

" Elena Thompson, 24 years old, a nurse at Greenhill Hospital, Carmen read out loud; she couldn't help but snort as she threw the paper on the ground. Are you sure she's the one? Is she even fit to be Sean's maid? I feel like something isn't right. How can Sean possibly be into a low-class woman? She let out a mirthless laugh. Hand me her photo; let's see that slutty face of hers that Sean loves looking at. She stretched her hand out, and Mrs. Wallner passed a brown envelope to her. She tore it open and brought out photos of Elena. The lady had waist-length black hair with a touch of caramel color. She also noticed the lady is tall, has fair skin, and is stunning.

Gilbert began, straightening his posture proudly, "this is Lyriel, my girlfriend." Eleanor’s eyes widened in surprise. "Wow, really? She is very pretty." Turning to Lyriel, she smiled warmly. "What’s your name?" "Lyriel Whitmore," Lyriel replied politely with another smile. Eleanor nodded approvingly, while Gilbert looked satisfied as he sat back down, his hand resting lightly on Lyriel’s which she removed instantly. They had a deal of ‘no touching’ until he fully win her heart and he had agreed but she didn't understand why he was suddenly holding her.

"I just… I was on stage, and then—boom!—I woke up here. It doesn't make any sense." Kiara's breath hitched as recognition dawned. This woman wasn't just anyone. She was Elena Gilbert, a world-famous rock star. "You're Elena Gilbert!" Kiara exclaimed, her voice filled with awe. Elena's eyes widened. "You… you know me?" Kiara nodded quickly, her excitement momentarily eclipsing the surreal situation. "Yes! I've listened to all your songs! But…" She glanced around, the weight of their surroundings pressing in on her. "This is insane. What are the odds of us both ending up here?"

' I grumbled impatiently. " Yo man, " Joel's annoying voice jolted me out of my thoughts as I glared at him in anger. " It took you years to find a simple detail about a woman!" I mocked him and he gasped dramatically. " How could you?" He questioned, still focused in his acting while I ignored him as I tear open the folder. " Name: Elena Bradford Age: 28 A smart and beautiful young lady with shoulder-length dark brown hair, striking green eyes, and a petite but elegant frame."

"You look at the board members, and you say: *My name is Elena Carnegie. I am Callum’s daughter, and I am taking my father’s chair. That is all you need to say, Elena. The papers will do the rest of the work." Elena repeated the words in her mind. My name is Elena Carnegie. It felt strange to say that last name. For twenty-nine years, she had been Elena Gilbert. She had been an ordinary girl with an ordinary life. Now, she had to become someone else to protect her son’s future. --- --- Across the city, inside the massive Carnegie mansion, the atmosphere was completely different. The master bedroom was huge, filled with expensive gold mirrors and dark silk curtains. But tonight, the room felt

“Killian left late last night. He looked like he needed to clear his head. Probably went to see that socialite he calls sometimes. Elena. You know, the tall one with the red hair. She’s been around before when he needs…a distraction.” The words hit like ice water. Elena. From what I heard, she is a high-end escort and socialite who moved in the same dangerous circles we did. Beautiful. Experienced. Everything I wasn’t. The kind of woman who could remind a man like Killian that he didn’t have to suffer for a forbidden princess.

I wanted to see that Thorne pride get dragged through the mud. Elena glared at me one last time before dropping to her hands and toes. She started, her form surprisingly good, and Gerald started the count. "One... two... three..." By twenty, I could see her arms starting to shake. The dirt was getting under her fingernails, and her breathing was getting ragged. She stopped, her chest hitting the ground. "I'm done," she panted, her face flushed.

That’s when I saw her. Elena stood at the fence line separating our yards, watering her roses in a thin white tank top and cutoff denim shorts that should’ve been illegal in this neighborhood. Her dark hair was twisted up off her neck, a few loose strands sticking to damp skin. She was thirty-four, married to Mark-the-traveling-salesman for nine years, and the kind of beautiful that made decent men stupid. She glanced over, caught me staring, and smiled like she always did, like we shared a secret.

All you could see from the sidewalk was the ceiling. When she got to her driveway, she parked the car next to the front walk. She got out and went to the front door and unlocked it, pushing it open slightly. Then she went back and extricated the sleeping form of Elena from the front seat. She shook her awake just enough to get her stumbling towards the front door. With their height difference, it made it rather difficult to support Elena. She stood at 5'1" and weighed 100 pounds soaking wet, but she played soccer with the students at practice time. This gave her some advantage in helping support the very limp and uncoordinated body of her new friend.

Her burgundy velvet heels added three inches to her height and made each step purposeful, commanding. She looked like power personified. Like old money meeting new ambition. Like someone who didn’t need anyone’s approval because she already owned everything that mattered. The photographers went absolutely wild. “Mrs. Carrington! Mrs. Carrington!” “Look this way!” “Over here!” “What’s your relationship with E Atelier?” Elena didn’t respond to the questions. She simply stood there for a moment, letting them capture the image they needed, her expression serene and untouchable. Then, with her head held high and her shoulders back,exactly as Adrian had instructed,she began walking toward the entr