Novel & Cerita A wedding dress for the wrong bride

As Harold's parents comforted me, they pulled me into their car, and we sped toward the wedding venue. Inside the church, the center aisle was covered in Juliet roses, the kind of arrangement that must have cost a fortune. At the altar, the pastor was already reciting the wedding vows. Before him stood Leila, wearing a gown worth tens of millions, and Harold. She gazed up at him with bright, loving eyes. Just as they were about to exchange rings, with romantic music drifting through the hall, Derek charged in and shouted for the ceremony to stop.

By now, a lot of heads had turned in my direction, a lot of eyebrows were raised at the girl with a wedding dress entering a dance academy. Who was she? Did she elope? Why was she entering the Dance Academy in her wedding dress? Why a wedding dress? Is she a freak? Is this some kind of scam? I could almost hear the thoughts of everyone around me, and even though it made me even more nervous…I didn’t have anything to wear other than a change of underwear inside my duffle bag. I will go shopping…the instant I was enrolled. But right now, I couldn’t miss the deadline. I had barely made it in time.

The next month, just as Jace had all the arrangements done, we had our wedding redone. I donned a simple white dress, but it was beautiful and just stopped at my ankle. It was not as flowing as my twin sister's wedding dress. My wedding dress was pretty, as it had long sleeves, covering my hands and neck. Diamond embroideries was designed at it neck and hem of my dress. I don't like revealing clothes. So my wedding dress was simple and stunning. I paired it with low heels silver shoes. Then, I was led down the aisle by my father, and Clara and her husband actually graced my wedding.

The Mask Within the Mask (Sloane) The dress arrived from Liam’s private atelier that afternoon, a construction of midnight silk that felt more like a weapon than clothing. It was backless, cut precisely to the measurements Sabrina and I had always shared, yet the color had been dyed to match the exact blue my mind assigned to loyalty. When I put it on, the fabric settled against my skin with a cool authority. Liam stood behind me and fitted a small pearl earpiece into my right ear, his fingers lingering against the lobe longer than necessary.

I walked past him. “Let's go.” He followed. The drive to the party was quiet. I looked out the window, my fingers resting against my lap. I had so many questions. About his fiancée. About the Blackwoods.About this ridiculous marriage. And most importantly, about why he had called me Yulia. But I knew better than to ask him again. Armani had a talent for making me regret asking questions. ************************** The party was already crowded when we arrived. The moment we stepped inside, several heads turned in our direction. I wasn't surprised. Being married to Armani came with a certain amount of attention, whether I wanted it or not.A few people approached us almost immediately.

Only the size was two sizes smaller. I had assumed it was simply his miscalculation of my postpartum body. Now I finally understood. The dress I could never fit into had never been meant for me. I closed the folder. "I understand, Ms. Greenfield. I promise you a wedding that no amount of money could ever replace." After smiling and seeing her out, I let out a cold laugh and called my best friend, who worked as a lawyer. "Victor cheated," I said flatly. "I want him out with nothing. When it's done, everything under his name is your legal fee."

“We have brunch with investors at the Rosemont Hotel.” My heart stuttered. “Investors? But… shouldn’t it just be the two of us?” He turned then, his gaze sweeping over me as though I were nothing more than an extension of his wardrobe. “No. I want them to see my wife. To see who belongs to me.” I bit my lip, uneasy. I wasn’t ready to play Alyssa in public, to fool more people, to lie with every breath. But Adrian didn’t give me a choice. “Wear the white dress I bought,” he added, his voice brooking no argument. “No jewelry except your wedding ring. I don’t want any distractions.”

Isaac replied smoothly as he adjusted his backpack over his shoulder. “The party tonight would be a bit different from last night’s. There is a dress code. Because it is a black-themed party, everyone would be expected to match the theme with their clothing of choice.” “Oh,” Jessie seemed a bit excited. “So it’s a formal party?” Isaac inquired as a sense of familiarity filled him. He was actually glad that it was a formal party. He had been wearing so many casual outfits lately that he felt like a different person. If it was a formal party then he’d get a chance to get back in his element. He already knew the perfect suit to wear that would match well with the theme of the party. It was a te

“Congratulations Kate.” Her mother’s voice vibrated in the room. Kate stared at her wedding dress and blinked back tears. “Thanks mum. This is the happiest moment of my life. I can’t believe it yet.” Her mother smile got wider, “You better believe it or do you need me to pinch you.” Nodding eagerly, she said, “Please, do pinch me, I need to make sure this is real and not something I dream up.” She felt a pain in her hand and screamed, “Ouch! This is real, mum. It’s real. I’m getting married to Ken Hart.”

Instead, I grabbed a packet of meal replacement powder. Leonard frowned at me, then suddenly yanked it out of my hands and threw it aside. "What's your problem?" Before he could say anything else, Selene walked out of the master bedroom. Her face brightened the second she saw me. "Mabel, perfect timing! Tell me what you think—does this wedding dress look good? Lenny arranged it as a surprise just for me!" She stood in a puffy white wedding dress, the skirt so light it almost seemed like she was floating. She smiled as she ran her hands over the fabric, glowing with happiness.