Novel & Cerita Amy's Wedding Dress Secret Life

Naomi's POV. “You've got to see this Naomi.” Tessa walked into the kitchen, dragging me along with her back to the living room. “What is this all about?” I said. “What do you think?” She showed me a picture of wedding gown on her phone. “This wedding dress collection has just been released by Christian Dior.” She said excitedly, pulling me to sit on the sofa with her. I watched her scroll through the slides that revealed other designs but then, I couldn't pay attention to any of the details. My mind and heart wasn't there.

I was sitting in Ambers’ room at her vanity; she heard that Phoenix and I were getting married tonight and insisted that we were going to be married the right way, and Katherine agreed. Katherine and her daughters came in wearing long dresses and had bouquets in hand, “Here we are,” Katherine said as she laid a dress on the bed, “A gentleman came here months ago, asking me to mend this for his daughters’ wedding, needless to say, the union was cancelled and the dress was never retrieved.” She told me; I went over to it and looked it over. It was a simple dress, similar to my dress at the ball but was even more elegant and beautiful,

The day of Amy and Viktor's engagement gala had arrived. Amy woke early, nerves and excitement churning as her retinue of stylists descended to primp and polish her into a royal vision. Katerina oversaw the chaotic preparations, banishing all but the dress fitters when Amy grew overwhelmed. "Courage, little fox," she crooned. "Tonight your destiny awaits." Hours later when Amy beheld her finished reflection, she barely recognized herself. An ethereal goddess glittered back in the mirror, gowned in flowing silver and jewels that glowed warm against her skin. Viktor himself arrived to escort her downstairs, utterly dashing in his royal regalia.

I said to myself while getting out of bed. I’m finally in my third year at SUNY Buffalo State University. “Ahhhhhhhh!” I let out my excitement as I threw my arms up in the air. Finally, I’m getting closer to my dreams of becoming a fashion designer like I’ve always dreamed of. These past 2 years of being in the university have been nothing but good and worth it. I’ve had so many wonderful experiences already. And by experiences, I mean I met my now boyfriend Ryan, whom I love very much, after entering uni., and I also have a very good relationship with my course mates.

Amy’s diamond earrings and her sparkling Italian evening gown shimmered in the sunlight. Her evening dress had a low-cut design in the back, revealing the tattoo of a Siberian tiger between her shoulder blades. Amy’s husband and her five-year-old son accompanied her on the red carpet. Her arm would always return around her husband’s waist after she’d strike a pose for a photographer’s camera. Bryan kissed his wife while proudly holding his little boy in his arms. Amy’s first love was her son and husband. The Hollywood glamour and her starlet lifestyle were a side issue. This was her heaven. She wanted nothing or anyone to destroy her first love. Bryan and Omar wore matching tuxedos. Amy purc

Amy teases, sensing the underlying curiosity. Before I can respond, she hung up, leaving me with something to think about. Was this a date? I quickly shake off the thought and return to the suite to prepare. I open my suitcase to look for something to wear and I come across one of the outfits Amy had packed. It is a long, sequined, off-shoulder gown with a slit in the front. I couldn’t help but smile; it was the perfect piece for tonight. I pair it with a pair of strap snake-print heels. I style my hair, curling it into soft waves before pulling it into a messy bun, leaving a few strands to frame my face.

The office is painted a light green that seems so out of place the girl nearly cringes. She plasters a smile on her face and approaches the desk. “Hello CEO. I am Amara Summers.” She says sweetly. George Carwell smile widens when he hears her sweet voice. George was fifty-six-year-old man… The girl places her phone on the desk face down… “So, Amara tell me about yourself. You do not if I call you Amara, right?” he asks.

The whole thing felt less like a wedding and more like the signing of a strategic, life-altering pact, which, frankly, it was. Upstairs, I was getting ready, feeling a confusing mix of exhaustion and absolute certainty. The wedding dress Amelia commissioned was stunning: ivory silk, perfectly tailored to skim over my early pregnancy bump, concealing the secret while celebrating the future. Vera, my best friend and equal, was in full, high-stress, executive mode, adjusting the veil and barking last-minute instructions to Elara over the two-way radio Amelia insisted on for coordination.

We act as if nothing is going on. “I’m actually searching online for her wedding dress.” Oh, thank God. It sounds believable. Maya nods and plays cool. “I ask her to search online for me. I don’t want to spend too much money. So, I thought maybe she would find some discounted wedding dress.” Amy looks at me then at Maya. “Oh, okay. I might be able to help you, you know.” “I know, Amy, but you’re busy with your sex-athon during the weekend, so I thought, I ask Sam instead,” Maya explains.

Noah personally drove over to deliver Amelia’s wedding dress, while a driver delivered mine. Carrying the dress box upstairs, Noah smiled sweetly. “I don’t trust anyone else touching Amelia’s wedding dress.” Amelia immediately threw herself at him and kissed him before looking at me provocatively. “Jane, why didn’t Marcus personally deliver your wedding dress?” I smiled lightly. “It’s fine. The wedding dress Marcus gave me was the finale piece at the Paris auction. There’s only one in the world. I like it very much.” Amelia’s expression instantly darkened. Inside her heart, she sneered.