Descendants Evie Coronation Dress 소설 & 이야기

you will open that door again. Next day was eventful. There were makeup artists and hair stylists were all over me. Surprisingly Aiden was missing... Eva had sent my dress which she designed herself. It was a gorgeous grey and black design with real classy pattern. I loved it, it was not typical princess gown... but stylish and classy looking gown. I loved it. Aiden got me black diamonds to go with it. I wore my heels and got ready... once I got ready, I got out of the door where Aiden was standing there in his crisp three piece suit with grey pocket square to match with my dress. How can someone look so handsome... gosh, I got ready for four hours and still I am no match for him... 

He said, not taking his eyes off the file. The moment Evie walked in, the first thing that announced her presence was her fragrance. Ashton slowly raised his head to look at her, she had a black mini dress that clung to her body so tightly that it made her curves visible, she had on matching black heels and was holding a small purse, she also had a long, dark, shiny curly hair, one look at her and you could easily tell that she was no ordinary person, she was also so beautiful and had the body of a model.

Probably the only person who would have understood would have been my grandfather. “Alright. We can go now.” The door to the bathroom opened and I took in Evie. She had a 50’s style floral halter dress that we had bought yesterday after needing some dry clothes from our fountain excursion. Her hair was curled and fell in ringlets down her back. For the first time since the wedding, she was wearing makeup. Slight eyeshadow, eyeliner, and then a red lip to match her dress accentuated her already beautiful features. She was wearing wedge heels that matched the dress as well. I gulped.

A few months later. Eve wore a very beautiful wedding dress where the top was a skin-coloured brocade as if Eve was not wearing anything because it resembled her skin color as the flower motif was like a tattoo on Eve's skin alone. Eve's top and dress were jeweled with a flowing gown with very long tails. Eve also wore a head covering only on the back of her hair with light blue coloured gems. Eve was held by Allan's grandfather in place of her parents and walked slowly towards Allan who was waiting at the podium in his white tuxedo. All eyes were on them as if they were afraid of missing this precious moment.

they said in unison. On the other hand, Eva is contemplating whether to go or not to the party. She is looking at the dress her father made someone delivered to her apartment a few minutes ago. She found it strange that her father wanted her to wear a new dress and attend to a party. She always wore old second-hand dresses handed down by Rose. But this one is brand new and the tag is still on. she looked at the matching shoes and jewelry nestled on the top. The dress is a deep red in color and it has a sweetheart neckline and it is sleeveless. It hugs her body until her waist and flares down and reaches just below her midthighs. It is paired with nude pumps and small red diamond studded earr

The gates of the Voss Mansion groaned as they swung open, a low, metallic roar that sounded like a beast conceding its territory. A sleek, silver Rolls-Royce Phantom—provided by Kael’s offshore holdings—purred up the long, winding driveway. The gravel crunched under the tires with a rhythmic finality. Inside the car, Evie smoothed the fabric of her dress. She was no longer wearing the limp, dusty black of a mourning victim. Today, she wore a tailored, midnight-blue silk suit that hugged her curves like armor. Her hair was pulled back into a sharp, low bun, and her eyes were hidden behind oversized designer sunglasses.

“You think—" “Here it is!!" Evie announced as she fluttered out. They both looked up, and yes, the dress was stunning and elegant. It wasn't as puffy as the previous one. This was a bit straighter, probably with smaller fringe which lifted the gown a little. And it went all the way to the ground, covering her feet. And with a little twirl, it shimmered. “How does it look?” Evie asked, bouncing on her toes like a little girl going to prom.

The rain lashed against the panoramic windows of the Vance estate, mirroring the storm brewing in my chest. I stood before the full-length mirror, smoothing the emerald silk of a dress that cost more than my father’s medical bills for a year. It was backless, dangerous, and utterly unlike me. "You look breathtaking, Evie."

I rise, a fresh spark burning in my chest. Evie grins. “You have a dangerous look in your eyes.” I return her grin, victorious. “I’m going to destroy him.” “Better pick a dress first.” I glance at the rows of gowns and sigh. "Fine. But if you make me wear tulle, I'm calling off the wedding myself." I'm two seconds from declaring the day a bust when my gaze snags on a dress hanging alone at the back of the rack. It's no shade of white that has ever existed and had no frills, no beads, nothing remotely bridal. It's wicked, and it's perfect.