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Chione replied. "But, my queen, the bodice, it's—" Her giggle cut him off. "It's two days to my wedding, Darrow. Everything is flawless. My dress is made from cream silk embroidered with crushed rubies. I brought lace woven with gold thread from Parvara. My future husband is the Storm King. Any issues are all in your head." "Yes, my queen, of course. The dress is to your liking then?" "The hem needs to be raised. I don't want to trip down the aisle."

"Go shower and get back here, bride-to-be!" Beth pushed me towards my room. Seemingly forgetting every bad thing she had ever said about Sebastian and just enjoying the moment. After my bath, Vikki was working magic on me again. An hour and a half later I was still not yet in my wedding gown. "Now it's time, Emily, which one will it be?" Vikki asked. I suddenly felt nervous, my throat felt dry, Everyone watched with rapt attention as my damp hands browsed the multiple dresses. An embroidered fit and flare dress with unique beaded shoulders caught my eye, but my heart stopped when a long-sleeved champagne mermaid, illusion lace dress with buttons along the back caught my attention. I knew I h

The mystery of the fact I am getting married to a man who would rather die than to marry me again only made me shine brighter. Each dress they offered clung to me like it had been sewn from my skin. Satin that shimmered, lace that whispered purity, silk that worshipped every curve. The mirrors reflected not just a bride, but a vision. Their claps, their nods, the way they hovered, all of it fed me. “You will be the most beautiful bride in Mexico,” one whispered reverently. I only smiled, as if such a thing were already destiny. The other customers were just so jealous, they wouldn’t look me in the eyes to tell me congratulations. They are obviously not getting married to a man like Bryan Ada

Aiden made a promise to return later, excited to take the girls shopping for their own wedding dresses and after-party attire. With warm goodbyes, Aiden, his mother, grandmother, and Sophia stepped out through the door. As they strolled through the upscale bridal salon, Sophia's eyes sparkled with excitement. "I've always dreamed of finding the perfect wedding gown," she whispered to Aiden's mother. Aiden's mother smiled graciously. "We'll find a gown that surpasses your wildest dreams, dear. One that exudes elegance, sophistication, and refinement." The bridal consultant, attuned to their discerning tastes, presented an exquisite selection of haute couture gowns. "This one, for instance, is

-"Choose the best one. The wedding is not about the gown; it's about love and bond and a happy future with Alpha Braxton." Though still teary-eyed and disheartened, I let my fingers skim over the exquisite dresses, the white ones in particular. The gown may have been destroyed, but my determination to marry Braxton and become his Luna remains unscathed. With newfound resolve, I choose the most elegant white long dress from my collection. It’s from Versace - a form fitting cotton dress with a high-cut skirt on one side without any bling or design on it. It looks more suitable for a red carpet attire than a wedding gown, but it’s the best I’ve got.

She exclaimed with a wink of an eye. Then she reached into one of the bags, pulling out two stunning dresses. One was a deep emerald green with delicate beading, while the other was a soft lavender that seemed to shine in the sunlight. "Ta-da!" Bree sang, holding them up for us to see. "Our dresses for the wedding! Aren't they gorgeous?" She asked, proudly. My breath caught in my throat. "Oh, Bree," I whispered, reaching out to touch the soft fabric of the green dress.

Every stroke felt like a brushstroke on a masterpiece, transforming me. Then came the moment. The dress. A custom-designed off-shoulder lace gown, its bodice intricately detailed, flowed into a magnificent tulle skirt that seemed to float around me like a cloud. As I slipped into it, the fabric whispering against my skin, I felt a profound sense of transformation. I wasn’t just Kayla anymore; I was royalty, a bride stepping into her own fairytale.

Cornelia, the make-up artist, said. I blushed. “Why, thank you.“ “You're the loveliest bride I've seen today,” she added, making me more conscious of myself. I smiled at her. Now that she mentioned it, my heart started racing fast inside my chest. It's beating so wild, I almost thought it would burst. I looked at Jade, and saw her dressed in her carnation pink dress in halter style. It fit her perfectly. Her hair was done in a waterfall braid. And her silver plumps accentuated her outfit perfectly. She smiled at me.

And that was all I heard before everything became black and I found myself slipping into unconsciousness. _______ "So Ms. Adele, which do you think would suit me best?" I snapped out of my reverie, and smiled brightly at my beautiful twenty years old client. Her wedding is coming up in three weeks and she had come to shop for her wedding dress in my Fashion house with her fiance. My client whose name's Brittany Roshan, an American-indian, was holding two wedding dresses against her chest as she stared at her reflection on the full length mirror in the dressing room. One was a sheer overlay pretty wedding dress and the other was a lace tatoo wedding dress. Both were her size and would fit her

Ellie was seated in the bridal suite, which was elegantly decorated. She looked so beautiful. She was a beautiful bride in her wedding dress which was screaming beauty, elegance and grace. Her white gown was tailored to perfection, accentuating her figure. The dress was adorned with delicate lace, intricate beadwork with a touch of sparkle and sophistication.