A wedding dress for the wrong bride Novels & Stories

The hotel room smelled like lies. I had been sitting on the edge of the bed for forty-seven minutes. The wedding dress lay in a heap on the floor. White silk. Pearls. A costume for a bride who did not exist. I counted the minutes on the digital clock. Red numbers. The same red as my mother's nail polish in the photograph hidden in my suitcase. The contract waited on the bedside table. Four pages. Legal jargon. A marriage agreement between Victor Thorne's daughter and Rex Marchetti. I picked up the pen.

Not just red, but a scandalous, painted-on, bright red dress that looked like it had been made out of dental floss and prayers. "Absolutely not," I said, shaking my head and crossing my arms. "Tessa, I can't wear that. It doesn't even look like a whole dress. Where is the rest of it?" "it's a Miami dress, Sloane," Tessa said, rolling her eyes. "You aren't in New York anymore. You can't wear your conservative high-society midi dresses here. You're a bride. You need to look hot." "it's too much," I protested, but Lila and Cassidy were already dragging me out of the bed and toward the bathroom.

“White, elegant, classic; like the kind of woman your family prefers. Don’t tell me you didn’t see them?” Ethan exhaled sharply. “They arrived,” he said in a clipped tone. “But there’s a problem, Lawrence.” “Oh? Don’t tell me you’re already fighting?” Ethan’s voice went cold. “I didn’t marry the woman Grandfather arranged. There was a mix-up.” Silence. Then a low whistle. “You’re serious?” “Completely.” Lawrence burst into laughter. “You mean the man who reviews every document word by word signed a marriage certificate with the wrong woman?”

I have to go through with the wedding, even though I don't love the man I am supposed to marry. I started with my wedding dress. I had to look perfect on this so-called special day. I had ordered Kim's custom-made dress that would fit me like a glove. It was a beautiful white gown with intricate lacework, and it flowed gracefully to the ground. I tried it on, and it looked stunning but I didn't care about it.

"Anna, the wedding dress I designed myself has arrived. Let's stop by the bridal shop today so you can try it on. If anything doesn't fit, we still have time to fix it." I nodded. Before I could get Riley out of my life, I had to keep pretending nothing was wrong. I had to play my role until the finale. As we entered the bridal shop, Riley suddenly froze in place. I followed his gaze. Nelly was wearing a satin off-the-shoulder wedding dress, the neckline covered in white May Bells, and a thin veil on her head. Riley's face instantly darkened. "Why is the wedding dress I ordered on her?" A nervous shop assistant quickly explained, "Sir, this lady gave your name at the counter, so we thought s

“Now let’s get you ready. You’re about to become the Luna of the pack, after all.” I nodded, my heart fluttering with excitement as I turned back to the mirror. My dress—*my wedding dress*—was stunning. The fabric was a delicate ivory silk that shimmered in the light, flowing down in soft waves to the floor. The bodice was adorned with intricate lace detailing, and the sleeves, made of the same lace, clung to my arms like a second skin. It felt light and airy, like it was made just for me, with delicate pearl buttons lining the back. The dress hugged my figure perfectly, making me feel both powerful and ethereal.

I frowned at the creepy sight and waited for her to make sense of the rubbish I was being forced to endure. “What color was her dress?” she asked while fishing out different liquids from what I knew to be a potion basket. “I don’t fucking know,” I said irritably, “let me think.” After reliving the shocking dream that I’d mistaken as a fantasy, I finally recalled what the color of her dress was. It was then I realized how off the entire wedding was, because all the colors of the decor matched her dress and made it somewhat creepy. “Red, it was red,” I told her.

Kenzal offered. "No it's okay, since they are the best, we will get from here," I forced a smile on my face and got out of the car. I watched as they brought multiple dresses but I didn't like anyone, I was still in love with my first wedding dress but didn't want to wear it. I finally made up my mind and picked the beautiful body hug dress with real diamonds on it that Kenzal had picked out. I was staring at the mirror admiring myself with Kenzal behind me when I heard, "Why didn't you cancel Kreed's Cyrus name, he isn't the groom anymore, their wedding had been called off."

He cut me off and said, "Why are you making such a big deal out of it when the wedding dress has already been returned to you? Isn't it enough as long as it's wearable?" Seeing my pale complexion, he seemed to realize his tone was too harsh and softened it a little. "Alright, she just wore your wedding dress once. It's not like it's damaged. "Our wedding is tomorrow, and everything's already been prepared. It's just a bit of dirt on the hem. You can just wash it off. Can you stop making a fuss?" With reddening eyes, I took a deep breath. "Do you really not know, or are you pretending not to? Something as intimate as a wedding dress isn't supposed to be worn by someone else. It'll bring bad l

The wedding dress she was wearing made it hard for her to move, especially when she had to climb the stairs, which made her even more uncomfortable. Dominic catches a glimpse of her but doesn't care. He takes another step, climbing the stairs to his room on the upper floor. He will never acknowledge Bella because she is not the bride he wants. The one who deserves to be his wife and the mother of his children is Bianca Marino. “Wait!” Belladonna begged, struggling to lift her suitcase up the stairs. Dominic ignored her plea completely, climbing on ahead until he was at the top, leaving Belladonna behind, still trying to lift her suitcase and dress up the stairs. It was exhausting. It was all