A wedding dress for the wrong bride Novels & Stories

Wrapping myself in a robe, I went back to the living room and saw that the stylist had unpacked some clothes on a rack, and the hairstylist was setting up her tools on a small table. I sat in the chair the hairstylist had set up and began scrolling through my phone to check through my missed messages. While doing this, I heard a soft and polite cough interrupt me “What?” I asked, already annoyed. “Ma’am, there’s been a slight mix-up…” the stylist said nervously. “It seems my assistant packed the wrong box. The wedding dress is still in the van.” I looked at her blankly as I said, “So, you’re incompetent. We’re off to a great.” I said as I gave her a fake smile. Not that I cared, I wasn’t gon

The wedding dress being unique was tailor-made for his late wife, it was the exact wedding dress that Diane had worn on their wedding day but now it seems someone is messing with him by getting the exact copy for Daphne to try on. The female staff trembles under Black’s fiery gaze on everyone. “I’m so sorry Mr.Black, she said she liked the dress and we only helped her to fix the straps” one of the female staff who dressed her up said with a mixture of lies. Daphne could not believe what just happened and the fact that she was drawn to the wedding dress could not allow her to defend herself. The staff was the one that showed the wedding dress to her, if she hadn’t there’s no way for her to kn

I said. “But are we going to find one in time for the wedding.?” Alexi asked. “I’m sure we will,” I said. “I’m not sure we will,” Anne said. “The wedding is in two days.” “Relax I’ll just wear my mom's wedding dress.” I said. “What color is it?” Anne asked. “Crimson red,” Mom said. “Goo,d we can work that,.” Anne said. “Aunt Liz could you go get your dres?. Are you doing your hair and makeup Christy”

I wanted to believe in the latter so bad. I gently shut the box back. I knew that there was no way I was going to be wearing that dress for the wedding. I opened the wardrobe, going through that dresses that I brought. I picked out a black long gown, and ran my hands through the material. It was a better fit for the wedding. It wasn’t like it was a thing of joy.

From a distance, the wedding dress looked like a waterfall on which countless rose petals fell, looking breathtakingly extravagant. “I’ll try on this one,” Mila’s smile widened. “Okay.” However, the shop assistant said with an embarrassed look, “I’m sorry, Miss Wilson. This dress is not your size.” “Then, do you have one in my size?” Mila inquired, looking upset. “Yesterday, a couple who also liked this wedding dress bought the one in your size. The one in my hand now may be too large for you.” Mila liked this wedding dress very much, but the one in front of her was one size larger for her. She was less than 1.6 meters tall. If she wore this wedding dress, she would look shorter.

“I know that this is all an affront to your feminist sensibilities, but for the purposes of this deal I’m your boss. You will do as I say. You will sign the prenup, and you will meet with the wedding coordinator tomorrow morning to choose your wedding dress.” Lila. Everything in me raged out of control. My hormones were still on red alert from the kiss, and my temper had just about reached its breaking point. I sucked in a calming breath. This was where years of training kicked in. Where I played the game. This was business. You fought the battles you could win, not the ones you were destined to lose. “And will you be attending this bridal gown extravaganza?” I asked “Absolutely not. It’s ba

I dedicated so much effort to every single detail. However, ever since I decided to be with Mabel, this wedding dress had become Mabel's. I found the best tailor and carefully modified it according to Mabel's figure. Now, it perfectly complemented Mabel's elegance, making her as beautiful as a goddess. Lana could only stand by and stare like a clown.

Crystal glasses reflected the chandelier light while soft music played in the background, creating an illusion of elegance that barely masked the tension beneath. Evelyn sat near the end of the long table, silent as the Warren family discussed business and social engagements. Besides Charlie, Amelia performed her role flawlessly, embodying everything they expected: graceful, gentle, and delicately fragile. “We missed you at the gala,” Mrs. Warren said warmly. Amelia smiled with quiet sadness. “My condition made it difficult.” Charlie placed his hand over hers at once. Evelyn looked away. Then Mr. Warren spoke, his tone casual but deliberate. “So, when are you announcing the engagement?”

The dress was beautiful and I was walking down the aisle in it. The cathedral sleeves, the pearl buttons running down the back, the train sweeping the floor behind me like something out of a magazine. Cole had picked it himself and it was perfect and with every step I took I looked exactly like a bride was supposed to look. Even if nothing else about today felt right. I had been awake since four in the morning. Not from nerves, or at least not the good kind.

"What's wrong with you, sicko?" I swallowed hard. "Is this the East part?" His forehead creased. "The fck are you saying?" I cupped my mouth as tears rolled down my cheeks. "Oh my God! D-Did I marry the wrong man?" He stared at me with furrowed eyebrows but he clenched his jaws and grabbed my shoulders. "What are you talking about? Are you saying you came to the wrong wedding? You were not sent by someone? You didn't hide my bride?"