Amy's Wedding Dress Secret Life Novels & Stories

I was Alan Schmidt, the charismatic one! When the time came, Amy emerged from the door, walking slowly to the harmonious music of a string quintet. She wore a luxurious white wedding dress designed by a famous bridal designer. In her hand was a beautiful bouquet of flowers. Amy Schmidt smiled widely, and her appearance resembled the image of the princesses that little girls dreamed of. Well, peeps, you were all fooled by that demon. I smiled as Amy finally stopped in front of the altar. Mr. Schmidt, our father, let go of Amy's hand with a shaky step. Though concerning, our father managed to fulfill the only task he had at this wedding.

I let out a sneer and walked toward the exit after Samuel flinched instinctively. It was then that a black Maybach pulled up in front of the store, and a woman in stilettos stepped out. I looked up from her foot, feeling a sudden surge of excitement. She looked to be five feet and nine inches, and she had a slender waist and long legs. She also possessed an exceptionally striking face, devoid of any imperfections. Samuel hurried over at once, feigning anguish. "He took the suit I wanted and even beat me, Yvonne."

I didn’t even notice the sun dipping behind the window blinds until the room grew dim, the only light coming from the lamp beside me. I blinked down at the page. It was a dress. Not just any dress. A wedding dress. Creamy, not stark white. Flowy. Soft tulle sleeves that barely touched the shoulder. A plunging neckline but with lace that hinted at modesty. Buttons down the back. Tiny pearls hidden in the folds of the skirt, just enough to catch the light when she moved. A dream, really. My heart clenched. Maybe it was her dream. The girl I used to be. Before all of this.

She added, "If you want your wedding ceremony to proceed smoothly, I suggest you start begging me." I closed my phone and asked the makeup artist, "Is it really true that the wedding dress we originally decided on can't be worn because the measurements were altered incorrectly?" The bridal shop I had chosen was also handling my makeup and photography. I had spent a fortune and had numerous consultations with their team to ensure everything would be perfect on my wedding day. Now, the makeup artist could not even look me in the eye. That told me everything I needed to know. I recalled how Ethan had either been answering calls or working on his laptop during our wedding dress fittings, yet he

I've been pregnant for six months, but my Alpha mate, William, has delayed our mating ceremony 29 times. He's waiting for his adopted sister, Rita, to find a mate so they can have a "two-couple mating ceremony." The 30th time I altered the waist of my beloved mating ceremony dress, the bridal shop assistant looked embarrassed, "Miss, this dress really can't be widened anymore. How about you choose another one?" Disappointment rose in my throat like bile. I called William, asking when the ceremony would finally happen.

But I’m definitely sure it’s one of my family’s inspos. Stella shifted behind me, while Amy simply smiled. ‘Yeah, it looks good,’ Amy said. Her bump wasn’t so visible in the floor-length free dress she wore. ‘I’m sure it’s one of those daddy makes on special request,’ Felicity said. ‘How did you get it?’ ‘I went shopping…’ I replied, trying to remember if it was a Belladona store Terese had taken me to. ‘You don’t just go shopping for these kinds of dresses,’ Amy muttered, with Felicity nodding.

The first time I went to the boutique to try on wedding dresses, I stumbled upon the staff playing their game of “Guess the Bride.” The big screen inside was displaying the package my fiancé had reserved. Eager to snag the commission, the makeup artist spoke up first: “I remember the bride is petite and delicate. She looks absolutely stunning in a mermaid dress.” The photographer chime in: “She has straight bangs and two dimples when she smiles.” “Oh, right—and a red mole on her collarbone. She looks best in an off-shoulder gown.” I froze right on the spot. I had waist-length, voluminous waves, no dimples, and certainly no mole. The person they were describing fit my best friend—Charlotte Ho

However, the person in his embrace struggled, signaling him that there were customers in the shop. He smiled helplessly. He only had time to talk to her after she served the customers coffee. “Go look at that.” He pointed at the big box in the corner. Cordelia was stunned. “Did Seth bring it?” Zephyr nodded, “Remember the wedding dress I bought the next day we got married?” Of course, she remembered that. It was $4,000. It pained her so much! “It’s designer-made.” He chuckled. “It looks great. You’ll definitely be beautiful in it!”

Now Emmy is asking as she impatiently checks her phone, looking at the time. “Relax, Em. It’s Daya’s Luna ceremony. She can show up tomorrow morning and everyone will still be waiting for her,” Amy quips as she plops down on the bed. She is wearing nude-colored high heels tonight, with a long-sleeve, mid-thigh body-con, leather, purple dress. Even with heels, she’s still super short. And being the family clutz doesn’t make her any more graceful in those pumps. Amy pulls off an edgy-elegant look well.