Novel & Cerita Amy's Wedding Dress Secret Life

“That’s the dress I chose for my wedding to Victor that I had to cancel because nobody would come.” Amy’s mouth dropped open. “No wonder you are upset. I would be too. But don’t worry, I already changed my mind.” Amy pulled out her phone and showed me a photo of another wedding dress with a much different design. “What do you think of this one?” she asked. The new photo showed a wedding dress with an A-line skirt and an illusion neckline. “I love it!” I exclaimed. “It’s perfect for you.” “I think it’s the one,” she said. “Gisele has one in my size. I should go to her shop and try it on.”

Amy frowned when she saw the way everyone was looking at Crystal, and she said, “It’s fine. Don’t worry. It’s just water. It doesn’t matter.” “Didn’t you say that it’s made of real silk?” Crystal asked. “You said that it would be ugly if the watermarks didn’t come out. You also said that it was imported from France, specifically for this party...” Amy’s face turned red. She hadn’t wanted anyone to know that the dress was new or that she’d purchased it specifically for this party - and now that the cat was out of the bag, she was so embarrassed that she felt like ripping off her clothes and standing naked in front of everyone.

"Brandt sent me your measurements and I had it made for you. I asked Zenya to be my maid of honor but she told me she couldn't handle it yet. I'm hoping you will stand with me for the ceremony." Emily's huge smile was her answer. The next dress was a lighter shade of blue and fit Mandy perfectly. It was then time to get Amy into her dress. Yards and yards of white silk, the back, cut low had thin strips of material to hold it together, it was exquisite. The front became sheer lace a micrometer above her nipples. "I chose this for Marcus. It will drive him crazy tonight and I plan on partying for hours. I will only get married once."

The person I love most. "We'll get married, okay? Tomorrow. We'll go to the county clerk's office tomorrow." My coworkers looked at each other as whispers spread through the room. Watching Amanda fall apart, all I felt was sadness. "Sure." My voice stayed calm. "Go ahead." Amanda's face lit up. She immediately opened social media and started scrolling through her photos, looking for one of us. One swipe. Two. Three. Faster. Her hands started shaking. Thousands of pictures filled the screen.

Amy was already getting excited, looking through her designer cocktail dresses for evenings. Everything felt extra delicate and smelt like they could pay her rent for three years. Trust me, she didn't even come up with that sentence, she didn't pay enough school fees to come up with something like that. The name was actually written over the heading of the rack and it was just some rack. It was a full rack of designer wear from dresses to jump suits to business suits and tops all from designer top brands.

"She keeps moving." "She keeps breathing," Amy corrected. "That's the problem. If she would just stop breathing, this would go much faster." I stood on the small raised platform in front of a wall of mirrors, wearing my wedding dress for what felt like the hundredth time. It was the same dress I had tried on with my mother weeks ago. Lace and silk and tiny pearl buttons up the back. The dress I had cried over in the boutique because it felt like a dream come true. I had it sent back for alterations, I seem to have lost some weight since I bought it.

Or I shouldn’t… This truth would gain me nothing but would only ruin my happiness with Tom. Or perhaps Tom would appreciate my honesty and honor me more? Well, I highly doubt if any man would ever appreciate this kind of honesty from a woman. I don’t think so… SIGH **** “God, Amy…” Tom gasped in admiration and a slight disbelief when I came into his view. I don’t occasionally wear such a long sexy sophisticated dress, but the place he has chosen tonight was a high luxury place and my dress should be according to it. Hence, I let my wallet loose and bought an expensive designer dress, in an emerald color which isn’t really my color, but tonight is about trying something different.

They were looking at each other affectionately as they recited their marriage vows. At the thought of this, Amy felt her chest tighten. "Oh, Holt Jewelry is about to launch a new piece of jewelry. They're releasing the bracelet Jessamine had designed, but I don't think it looks good. Ted ordered that dress for Jessamine to wear during the celebration dinner," Sasha said. Amy was slightly relieved that it wasn't a wedding dress, but at the same time, she was so angry that her phone shook in her hand. Since she hadn't gone online for fear of getting more hate comments, she wasn't aware of the changes that had occurred.

Mabel hugged her, "white has always looked good on you, Amy but this, you look breathtakingly beautiful. I know for a fact that all eyes will be on you, come Saturday." They eventually left the store and went back home as they all made their own plans for Amy. Mabel got her new set of clothes with all her savings. She didn't want anyone to look down on Amy because of her way of dressing. Amy, however, insisted that she didn't want to pretend to be someone else so, in the end, she packed both her clothes and the ones her sister got for her, saying she would wear them at the appropriate time. The night before her wedding saw Amy sleepless. She kept imagining what her life with Bastian would be

Amy pleaded. "Fine, but if I don't like it, we're leaving and I'll wear something from my closet." I said to her as I shuffled through the pile of dresses. There was only one lavender colored satin dress in the pile, and I could see that it was really short with a plunging neckline. "Amy, I don't know about this dress, did you forget how tall I am, this dress looks very short." I stated as I held the dress up in front of me while I looked in the mirror.