A wedding dress for the wrong bride Novels & Stories

He went to the refrigerator and brought me a glass of water and a small plate of what Marisol had put together for me before she'd left at four. "Eat," he said. "We have a public event on Saturday." "Sterling Hospital." "Yes." "You told me already." "I'm telling you again because I want you to wear the black silk Sofia Renzi has on the rack at her studio in your size. I want it delivered Friday morning. Cosima has approved it. Margaret Tang has seen it. Camilla Sterling is hosting." "Atlas. That dress is fifteen thousand dollars." "It's a wedding present from me. The first one. Wear it Saturday."

Noah watched as Alexander walked Serena down the aisle. She was wearing a floor-length white gown that hugged her curves. Her hair was tied up into an elegant updo which was decorated with flowers. She looked radiant and beautiful. Just like an angel. His beautiful nightmare, Noah thought. "You better not think about making a scene," Alex leaned forward and whispered in his ear after making Noah hold her hands. He wouldn't dare. They exchanged vows which were empty and meaningless to him. His uncle was sitting at the front row, looking at him with eyes full of sadness. He couldn't come up with any solution against Alexander Wolf. Surprise surprise.

Selena really didn’t care about the wedding and her fiancé. The wedding dress was bulky. Calantha felt very uncomfortable when she wore it. But she had to admit that this wedding dress was beautiful. That ballgown-style and strapless-neckline white wedding dress impressed her hard. “This wedding dress must be very expensive.” Calantha thought. She knew that, even if she had spent her life working hard, she could not have had a beautiful wedding dress like the one she was wearing. So tired, Calantha fell asleep on the couch. The rattling doorbell woke her up.

I stayed there on the ground crying my eyes out. “Be ready in thirty minutes, the wedding would start a little sooner than expected by the way wear that dress, I know it would look good on you.” Walter added and then stormed out. I look at the dress Walter picked, it is a beautiful sparkling white off the shoulder mermaid wedding gown, it has a v-shaped neckline which deepened and exposed some cleavage in a non-tacky way.

Claudia announced with mock cheer, “isn’t this cozy? A beggar’s wedding with barely a soul to witness it.” Vanessa snorted, covering her mouth as though she couldn’t contain her delight. “I can’t believe this is happening,” she whispered loud enough for everyone to hear. “Elena, in her dirty apron, is marrying a man dressed like a vagrant. Perfect!” Heat rushed to my cheeks. My fists clenched at my sides, nails biting into my palms. I wanted to vanish, but Adrian only pulled out the chair beside him at the registrar’s desk and said firmly, “Sit.”

Professional, understated, appropriate for a daytime luncheon. And I was in a cocktail dress. I was overdressed. Ostentatious. Standing out in the worst possible way. My hands started shaking. I pulled out my phone with trembling fingers, opening the invitation Nora had forwarded. There it was, clear as day: "Dress Code: Business Casual." But the outfit memo Nora had sent specifically said cocktail attire. I had the email. I'd followed her instructions exactly. She'd given me the wrong information. Whispers followed me as I made my way through the room, looking for my assigned table. I kept my chin up, pretending I couldn't hear them, pretending the heat burning my cheeks was just warm light

Chapter 19 April It's been four days since we got back from the trip and two more days to the grand wedding. I'd gone with Megan and Vanessa for our final dress fitting and everything was sheer perfection. As her Bridesmaids, we settled for an ankle-length Straight burgundy gown made from thick chiffon material. It had a low neckline that highlighted our cleavage. I rubbed King lee's head as we watched one of my favorite shows on Tv. And for the umpteenth time today, Jordan called me again and like i did before, i didn't respond to his calls.

Olivia's Pov The dress was too tight. I stood in front of the small mirror in my room, tugging at the fabric. Mia had said Patricia asked her to give me. I found it weird. But I accepted it anyway. “Maybe Nathan had spoken to her and she was beginning to take a liking towards me. The wrong bride is becoming the real bride.” I thought to myself as I smiled. A white silk dress. It hung off my shoulders and clung to my waist. I looked like I was going to a wedding ceremony.

I gently approached her. “Uhm, hello, I'm here to pick up my dress for the wedding which is to take place at the pack. “Oh, seems you are the last person. I have only one dress left, which was made for the bridesmaid. Since you are here, does it mean you are the bridesmaid?” The lady asked. “Uhm, yes, you're right. It's me.” “Wow! You look too pretty for the dress chosen." “Excuse me?” I asked, utterly confused about what the lady was about.

Sasha looked at him with tears in her eyes, saying, "Gary, I'm so useless. I can't even do something so simple." Gary replied with tenderness in his voice, "Sasha, don't say that. You're not a professional tailor. It's only normal that you don't know how to sew." Then, he looked at me on the floor and said icily, "If anything, it's all your fault. Why did you insist on trying on the wedding gown? If it weren't for you, Sasha wouldn't have gotten hurt! I order you to apologize to her at once!" Our wedding was happening soon. As the bride, was it wrong for me to try on my wedding dress?