Two Rolls-Royces made a dramatic and attention-grabbing entrance, through the majestic Iron Gate. Everyone who knew best stood aside to give respect to the big shot that arrived with such a car.
Onlookers couldn't help but envy the middle aged man that came down the car who was the chauffer, a least he had the privilege to ride such a car.
He bowed respectively as a man slightly older than him came out. His black well-polished black shoe was first to step the clean marble floor and eventually he was out.
Next after him came an out vision of timeless elegance, a woman whose beauty had only deepened with age. Her raven-black hair cascaded in soft waves, a few silver strands adding a touch of wisdom to her otherwise youthful complexion. Her eyes, a piercing shade of black, seemed to hold the weight of countless stories, each glance carrying an air of mystery and experience.
Her gown was nothing short of breath-taking—a masterpiece of craftsmanship. The dress, a rich, inky black, clung to her form like liquid silk, its fabric shimmering subtly in the candlelight as she moved. Gold threads, delicate and intricate, wove through the material, catching the light with every step, creating a mesmerizing pattern that seemed to shift with her every movement. The gold accents traced the contours of her dress, outlining her figure in a way that was both regal and seductive, as if the gown itself was a part of her.
The neckline was modest yet alluring, just deep enough to hint at the graceful curve of her neck while her sleeves, sheer and barely there, ended at her wrists with gold cuffs that shimmered like stars. The dress was cut just perfectly to allow her every movement to exude poise and dignity.
Despite the years, she held herself with an air of power and confidence, as if her beauty was not just skin deep but the reflection of a woman who had lived, loved, and ruled in her own quiet way. Her presence in the room was commanding, her grace undeniable, and every eye in the hall was drawn to her—whether they were aware of it or not.
She not only looked beautiful on screen but also in real life. Her smile carried the world as she ushered her three kids out of the car. First came a man whose sturdy body stood strong as if claiming a territory.
His dark eyes complimented his dark suit that held and hid the build muscles that threatened to burst out the thin fabric. All ladies could help but gulps as he smiled back to his mother. His face that was godly shined and sharp jaw that carried well-trimmed beard.
Not long after him, a young lady followed out a smile dancing in her little face. Her small slender figure was in a long cream dress that held perfectly on her body, short stilettoes heel and a silver anklet on her left leg. Her long black hair fell on her shoulder like water fall, on her clear collar born laid a pearl neckless that reflected on her neck.
As if the onlookers had not seen enough, lastly a tall figure stood next to her dad, her red dress showed how much range she had inside. Unlike the others she did not smile because it would show how much of a hypocrite she was like the rest.
Her black hair was tied in a low barn not even leaving a strand out, her red lips glowed as if she had devoured blood and was ready for more. Black and red eye shadow covered her eyelids and as she looked at you it's as if your soul will be ripped out of your body.
Expensive cars, designer dresses this was none other than the Ellington family.