Novel & Cerita A wedding dress for the wrong bride

I don't think my pride can survive anymore damage. Lifting my hand reluctantly, I brush my fingertips over the closest wedding dress. The silky fabric is cold to the touch and almost slippery. I think that if I put it on, it'll just slide straight off, like it's rejecting me. I shouldn't be getting married. Even if it's fake. This is wrong. This is all wrong.

“You expect me to believe you did it out of pure love for your father?” “Yes,” I snapped. “I do.” Alexander stepped even closer. His cologne hit me again, the same one from the dance floor. He reached out and caught my wrist, not hard but firm. “Take the dress off.” My stomach dropped. “What?” “You heard me. I want to see the woman I actually married. Now.” I yanked my wrist free. “I’m not undressing for you like some kind of prize.” His eyes narrowed. “You think this is about sex? I want to see the differences I missed at the altar. The birthmark. The way your shoulders sit. Everything Sophia doesn’t have.”

"I specially hired a designer for my sister-in-law, but he wasn't satisfied and chose that other dress. Seriously, that white dress won’t help promote the sales." "The dress you picked was too revealing," Wyatt looked at him as if he were an idiot. "Revealing?" Isaac couldn't agree. "Didn't it come with an extra layer of sheer fabric?" "Which do you think is more appealing, not wearing any clothes or wearing lingerie?" Of course, it's lingerie! Isaac suddenly realized, putting his arm around Wyatt. "Wow, I can't believe someone like you, who's never been in a relationship, understands this so well!"

They estimated the cost of the dress in the millions. Rose glanced down at her dress and sighed loudly. This dress was not hers. It was Vanessa’s. As she was substituting for the bride, she was even substituting as the wearer of the gown. What she couldn’t understand was that the dress was perfectly tailored to her measurements. And that was confusing her brain so much.

The room froze. Lillian stared at him like she had misheard. “No,” she said slowly. “I’m your wife.” Adrian met her gaze steadily. “You stopped being my bride the moment you ran away.” Lillian’s face turned pale. “You can’t be serious.” “Oh,” Selena whispered with a grin. “This just got interesting.” Elara stood silently beside the table, her heart racing. Because the man she had accidentally married…had just chosen her. And the real bride was not about to accept that quietly.

She would rather save it all for the men standing guard. For hours, they plucked, curled, and painted her face. When they finally pulled the wedding gown from the bag, Raina felt a surge of nausea. It was a massive, lace-heavy monstrosity that looked more like a cage than a garment. They forced her into it, tugging at the corset, but as they stepped back, the stylist’s face fell. "It’s... it’s a bit big," the woman whispered. The dress was slightly oversized, the heavy lace falling off Raina’s shoulders, making her look smaller and more fragile than she actually was. To Raina, it felt like wearing the skin of a dead woman.

Turns out he was giving another woman the wedding he couldn't give me. " You are a bride," Lydia corrected. The lady left afterwards but not without congratulating me on my marriage. I almost blurted out that I wasn't married yet only to realise that she was aware of that but chose to congratulate me and not wish me luck. Lydia helped me put on my wedding dress which she had personally picked at the shop. The dress was simple, yet elegant. A strapless, ivory satin gown that hugged my curves before flaring out at the knees. It was perfect.

I nearly snagged the delicate lace of the tenth wedding dress she’d rejected this morning. Since 9:00 AM, she had been trying on several expensive wedding dresses and I’d been her personal dressing room assistant. I had watched a parade of white silk, ivory tulle, and "eggshell" chiffon all of which looked identical and perfect to me. But with each one, Allysia would find a flaw. Either it was "too ugly" or a bodice didn't "scream royalty," and back to the racks they went.

It reeked of mildew. Gemma screamed. "You call this a wedding dress? A rental from the cheapest photo studio in town would be a hundred times better than this." Sloane could not have cared less about Gemma’s meltdown. "You do not know the market. This is a niche boutique piece I handpicked for you. It will photograph beautifully. Just put it on." Before Gemma could argue, two of the cleaning ladies wrestled the reeking gown onto her. The groom’s suit was just as bad. The fabric was so thin it was practically see-through, and the cut was so loose and shapeless it hung off Brendan like a costume from a school play.

"Madam Florence, Mr. Morrison, I'll go upstairs with Wanda." "Go ahead," Florence replied with a big smile. Mila led Sienna into a room and pulled a wedding dress and an evening gown from the walk-in closet. The stunning wedding dress caught Sienna's eye, leaving her in awe. "It's so beautiful," Sienna exclaimed. It was so exquisite and dazzling that she didn't dare touch it, afraid she might damage something she couldn't afford to replace. Mila beamed with happiness, her face full of joy. "Nate had it custom-made for me."