Novel & Cerita Amy's Wedding Dress Secret Life

I know it fits me so ai give it to Carrie. Amy come with two beautiful white dress in her hands. One is floor length white gown, it is simple yet so elegant. It is v-cut type of gown with no accessories at all. So plain yet so beautiful. The other one is the total opposite of the first one. It is strapless and super backless dress with beads around the breast part. Both are gorgeous but I choose the first one. I will look as if goddess on it. I try them both but Carrie also agree with the first one.

A tear formed in her eyes when she saw how happy Sebastian was for her. "Solene Thompson, do you take Bruce Wilson as your husband?" She swallowed as her forehead began sweating. She closed her eyes when her heart thumped so fast. She didn't want to get married, but she didn't have a choice, especially since Mr. Thompson gave her a deathly glare. "I-I do," she muttered. "Bruce Wilson, do you take Solene Thompson as your wife?" She was anxious that Bruce might back out of their marriage. She didn't want to get humiliated again. She almost gasped when Bruce darted at her without emotions.

Amber smiled and winked at Isabella. Amy showed them to a table in the back where they liked to sit most of the time. She handed out some menus to the new guests. Then she went to get some tea. She was in a low/hi black dress that was a mix of frilly lace and rolling fabric. Over that she had on a black corset with fuchsia red highlights of satin material behind a mesh along with the black ties that were very tight on her waist. On her legs were two pairs of tights. The inside pair was fuchsia red with black ones on the outside making a very striking combination. Her arms were obviously covered in the same, and they knew it was one piece knowing Amy. She had on high Victorian lace boots that

"I'm laughing because after trashing all that, you still missed the most important thing. As long as the wedding dress is intact, the ceremony can still go on." Haley gaped, then marched over to the gown. "This gown… You rented this too, didn't you? There's no way you could afford something this exquisite." She marveled at it, unable to resist its beauty. "It must've cost a fortune. It's gorgeous." Suddenly, her face darkened, and she glared at me with renewed spite. "Give it up. Ryan's already promised to marry me once he gets promoted at the end of the year! No matter how beautiful your gown is, he's never going to marry you!"

CHAPTER FOURTEEN — A NEW ROLE BEGINS Morning sunlight streamed into the guest room, warming Amara’s face. Today was the day—the beginning of her new “role” as Dante’s fake partner. The thought alone made her stomach flip like she had swallowed a swarm of butterflies. She got up quietly, checked on Chika, then slipped into the bathroom to prepare. She tried to choose something simple but neat: a soft blue dress that didn’t show too much but still looked elegant.

I sigh heavily and the doorbell rings of our house and billy was busy in his room, working on his music and I was designing the wedding dress for Greta since I promised her that I will make her wedding ceremony dress. As I opened the door, I found Amy standing there, her arms filled with fabrics and beads for the wedding dress. I remembered asking her to bring them over. "Amy, come in," I said, stepping aside to let her into the house. I led her into the living room, which was in a state of creative chaos. Pieces of fabric were strewn across the floor, a testament to the hours I had spent working on the dress. Coffee cups were scattered around the room, remnants of the countless cups of coff

Dad wanted everyone to see me in a different light—away from the onlyfans model and the home-wrecker people now saw me as. Amy, the bridal consultant helped me down the small platform, the moment the seamstress was done with loosening my ribbons. “To the showroom now, right?” “Yes. I will help you pick the perfect wedding dress,” After minutes of going through wedding gowns, I finally found the perfect one and changed into it behind the curtain. “This should work—“ I inhaled a deep breath, ready to go in for the fitting while still hoping that I didn’t hate this like the previous ones.

A month later… "Is it just me or Amy has lost weight?" Glenda Anderson said as she put on her bridesmaid dress. The other two ladies, Rita Jones and Evelyn Sparks gave Amelia a scrutinizing gaze. "That's right… I made the dresses according to your sizes and it's a bit loose on Amy." Rita commented as her brows furrowed. She was having a wedding ceremony after two years of being married to Christopher Stevens. Being a fashion designer too, she had made her own wedding dress and her friend's gowns with the help of her sister in-law, Jasmine Stevens..

"And by the way, you look enthralling, Sofie. I'm sure Roman won't be able to take his eyes off you for even a minute." "You think?" "I don't think so. I am sure of it." She playfully huffed. Just as I was about to utter a response, a knock came on the door. "The stylists are here with your wedding dress." Amy supplied, as she went to open the door. Five women in suit marched in with a suitcase, and a dress garment bag. "I need to run a quick errand." Amy said. "And by the way, Damien has given Roman your gift." She winked before exiting the room.

“Isn’t it stunning?” Olivia eyed the dress and then her friend. Yes, it was stunning. Strapless, white, satin, with intricate lace in the skirt all the way down to the floor. But… “Um, that’s a wedding dress.” “Yes, I know that!” Amelia sighed, rolling her eyes at her friend. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t drool over it.” “Agreed,” Olivia nodded. “You know, I never got to see you in your wedding dress. I missed your whole wedding!”