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I replied, gesturing towards the suit on the far left of the closet. Alice nodded in approval. "That one will do," she said, before turning to her own wardrobe. She scanned through her dresses, trying to decide which one to wear. I watched her, admiring her elegance and beauty. After a few minutes of deliberation, Alice settled on a black dress that hugged her curves perfectly. She paired it with a pair of black pumps and a matching clutch. She looked stunning, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride knowing that she was mine.

"Edward is a little more tricky, you can't think about the gift you are going to get him, and if you can help it also don't decide on that until the absolute final second because he can see Alice's visions just as well as she can." "So basically it's mission impossible?" "Basically." He chuckled and Alice appeared in a beautiful satin cocktail dress made of a deep emerald green fabric. My eyes nearly burst from my head as I watched her sweep in, the green complemented her skin tone so well, she was warmer toned than most of her family, though Jasper seemed tanner than the rest. "Alice, you're so beautiful." The words stumbled from my mouth clumsily as I took her in. She also wore golden acce

Damn it, how am I going to stand at an altar next to her and not feel underdressed. “Look who's talking,” Apple grins appreciatively, hearing my thoughts through our new pack bond. Holding out my arm, she has me twirl for her. “Where did you even find this dress? It looks absolutely magical.” “Great-grandmother is lending it to me,” I look down at the vintage gown made of ivory lace and edge beaded with shining crystals. “It was her dress, when she married her first mate, Jaxson.” Pulling me in close, we stand together, admiring one another in the full length mirror. As she wraps her arm around my waist, giving me a hug, the warmth of her glow shines along her skin, brightening my own in res

The scent of his cologne mingled in the air, intoxicating me. "I'm grateful to have you spend it." "You look handsome, as always." By the time I realized it, Alice had left the room, yet I had no idea when she had gone. He turned me to face the mirror, now holding me in place as we both gawked at my reflection. The peach-colored dress Alice had chosen fit me perfectly, accentuating all my hidden curves. My blonde hair was pinned into a sleek bun, with mild makeup enhancing my features. "I’d skip this party a million times just to do to you the naughty things I have in mind."

“Take off the dress.” Alice did so. She peeled off the tight dress and dropped it in a pile at her feet. The underwear she had chosen this morning didn’t match or look particularly flattering. The push-up bra was old and faded to grey, and the panties were something a child might wear—pink with a Minnie mouse design. Adam didn’t appear to mind her unfortunate choices. He sat forward resting his chin in his fist as he absorbed the show. “Hmm,” he sighed. “What should I do with you?”

She almost looked guilty. “Alright,” I murmured, ready to get over with this. With a lot of difficulty, I had managed to come to terms with the fact that marrying alpha Isaac or being his bride would entail bonding, and bonding meant mating. When I laid my eyes on the dress, it solidified my thoughts. The dress was made of fine silk, purple in colour, spaghetti straps and a deep neckline that would hardly keep anything to the imagination. I was not surprised when I saw the lack of underwear. With reddened cheeks, I hurried to the ensuite washroom. The silk felt soft against my skin and I was grateful to have finally stepped out of the gaudy dress. When I came out of the washroom, the short g

I asked Oliver just nodded his head. At that moment Alice appeared at the top of the stairs. She looked amazing, like a princess. She had a red dress, with cleavage in the front. The dress was made of silk and it looked excellent on her curvy body. It fell down perfectly. - Oh honey you are soo gorgeous. Candice said - Really? Alice asked - Yes Alice you look stunning, Adam will be thrilled. I said and hugged her - You aced it, little sis. Oliver said

Blaze POV The grounds are decorated with glimmering fairy lights, tables and chairs thoughtfully spread out, and omegas walk through the crowd, offering refreshments and canapés. I hold tightly to Elise, feeling the soft fabric of her emerald green dress that unapologetically hugs her curves and shows off just how stunning she is. If I had my way, we wouldn't be here at all. But I was showing Elise that I could change, that I could be more reliable as her mate, and if this is what it took, then so be it.

Alice placed her fists under her cheeks and gave me a cutesy anime look. “Who are you, and what have you done to my friend?” I shrieked and took a step away from whatever strange being was impersonating my best friend. This wasn’t Alice. This was anti-Alice fashion. Her style was sexy, hot femme fatale, not cute, adorable pastel princess. Alice would rather take a bullet through her head than dress up all cute. Which was exactly what she was wearing right in front of my eyes. She wore a cute baby-pink-and-white lacy dress full of lots of bows and flowers that stopped above her knees. Covering her legs were a pair of lacy white socks.

In the Master Suite - One Hour Later The dress Alex had picked for Zara was really white. It wasn't the flowing, ethereal silk dress of the gala night. This one was structured, looked more like royalty. It was a sheath of heavy, ivory crepe that hugged her body like an armor. It had long sleeves, a high neck, and a slit up the leg that allowed for movement. It was elegant, modern, and undeniably regal, just perfect for a Queen.