Amy's Wedding Dress Secret Life Novels & Stories

I was in fact very speechless! “I think this is the dress, Amy. The color, everything looks amazing,” I said. Amy stared at herself while smiling. “This is what I tell everyone, you can't come over here without getting a dress for yourself. We will always make sure that you leave with a smile.” The stylist said. “Aww, I wish you could style me,” I said, holding my chest. Unfortunately, I got married to a very useless man and it was very much impossible for me to find love ever again.

I whispered, my voice low, "there are other ways to wake me up if you find my peace a little too much." Her lips curved into a coy smile, her fingers tracing circles along my chest, "Trust me, I have plenty of ideas in mind." "And I'm sure they're all very persuasive," I said, with a gentle tug. She let out a soft laugh and gently pulled away from me, shaking her head. "Come on, sleepyhead, we don't want to be fashionably late to our own reception dinner." »»————-————«« Amy looked stunning in her silver dress, turning heads wherever she went. As we mingled with the guests, I couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for her.

I could have had the most professional team doing all this, but I specifically wanted only those I made a connection with to handle my big day. Amara was a professional in her own right, though. Now a world-class designer, she’d made sure my dress was something only dreams could speak about. I still hadnt seen it, but I knew it would be perfect. She didn’t let anyone get a glimpse of it, not even the man she’d run away to marry years ago, my brother Ace. “Ahh…it’s dress time.” She said excitedly, clapping her hands as she shooed Seraphina away.

I was watched everywhere I went. Life was far better for me when I used to be invisible. We didn’t talk about our personal lives after that, only focusing on work. After reporting our findings, I went and prepared to go and try my wedding dress. They had made it from a boutique owned by Alpha Liam’s cousin in one of the city's outskirts. The dress was amazing. It was exactly like one of the wedding dresses in my dreams. I could see myself walking down the aisle with it. It had lace around the shoulders and a long flowing skirt. Running my hands over the tiny pearls, I smiled.

Amy asked, pushing past me as soon as I opened the door, her hips swaying seductively as she walked. “Forget what?” I asked as I yawned. Amy pouted and put her hands on her hips in annoyance. “I can't believe you forgot that we were going shopping this morning!” And then it hit me, the conversation between Amethyst (aka Amy) and myself last week, where she promised to help me find new lingerie that I could still dance in. “Oh shit! I'm so sorry, things have been crazy and weird this side,” I apologised, rushing to my closet and pulling out a summer dress.

Looking at the mirror she smirked and proclaimed, "I will soon be freed from here. Then I will go back to my city and find the real culprit who killed my parents." Kim told her the way she could use to escape out of there, she also gave Amyra some clothes she could change into. Though it was strange that she helped her like that but at such times, she couldn't think of anything. But take her help… Just like any guests she changed into a simple burgundy off the shoulder gown and didn't leave her wedding shoes. Apart from these, nobody could tell that she was the bride if not seeing her from closer. Amyra changed her make-up too. With a relaxing sigh, she wandered out of the dressing room…

OWEN WINTERS “Why do I feel something in my throat?” I murmured as we, Amy and I stood at the huge door. The room was well lit, and lively, but I knew exactly what it'd turn to once I entered. “Whatever is hanging on your throat, shove it down to the pit of your stomach,” she answered and cursed silently. She didn't want to be here, but here we were, doing shit to keep our little secret a secret. Amelia wore a much flay gown to hide her little bump, and that suited her even more. Her skin glowed in the light, and her hair packed in a bun.

“Hey, breathe. You’ll be fine.” She exhaled shakily. “I’ve never attended something like that before, Sebastian. Everyone there will be rich, polished, elegant.” “And so will you,” he interrupted softly. “You’re my wife. You belong there more than anyone.” Her heart skipped. “You really think so?” He smiled. “I know so.” The next few days passed in a blur of fittings, stylists, and quiet evenings together. Sebastian had arranged for a top designer to visit the penthouse for a private gown fitting. Olivia felt awkward at first, standing on the platform as the seamstress pinned and adjusted layers of shimmering fabric around her.

“Tiana, come back to me, okay? This time, I’ll give you the grandest wedding. You’ll wear the most beautiful wedding dress.” Zack frowned and kicked him away. “Don’t touch my wife.” Watching Shawn fall to the ground, I thought of the child I had lost, and my eyes welled up with tears. “Shawn, you disgust me.” My whole body trembled, but the tears still flowed down my cheeks. “Five years ago, when you made me wear a bridesmaid’s dress, I was carrying your child! That night, you never came looking for me in that heavy rain. You didn’t care whether a pregnant woman like me might be in danger.

"He believes in knowing everything about his... acquisitions. Every detail matters when building the right image." I turned back to the mirror, studying the bride reflected there. She looked perfect—exactly what Killian Hart needed for his business arrangement. Beautiful packaging for a transaction. But underneath all the silk and crystals and carefully chosen elegance was just me. Celeste Andrews, the girl who'd sold her dreams for her family's survival. The girl who'd promised herself she wouldn't fall for moments of unexpected kindness. "The dress is perfect," I said, my voice steadier than I felt. "I'll wear this one."