Descendants Evie Coronation Dress Novels & Stories

Jedidiah? Someone suddenly pushed past me and I almost fell If I hadn't stood my ground, only for me to watch as Jedidiah cat walked towards the throne. Her outfit, unlike the suit I had worn was a skimpy revealing gown with pink stiletto heels. She sat down proudly on the throne and right before my very eyes, my father lifted the crown- MY crown and placed it right on her head. The crowd resumed cheering, but this time it wasn't as cheerful and loud as it was before. Infact, it felt like they were being forced to give the mandatory standing ovation.

It was time for her Eva to shine brighter than the stars! Eva stepped forward. Just like she had told Nathalia, she wasn’t here to dwell in the past. As she walked onto the red carpet, her every step exuded confidence. Her gown dazzled the crowd—a masterpiece of elegance and ingenuity. The off-shoulder, A-line dress clung perfectly to her figure. Golden threads intertwined with delicate lace, making her look like royalty. The primary gown ended just above her knees, but an additional layer of silk draped from the waist, while sheer fabric adorned with intricate golden embroidery flowed gracefully to the side. Every movement caused the gown to shimmer, as if she were wrapped in liquid gold.

Isaac grinned. Evie rolled her eyes. “You’re not funny, dad.” Nessie joined them in the hall. “They’re ready for yeh, lass.” Evie nodded her head. Isaac and Israel both moved the ivory veil over her face. It was a short veil that barely brushed her shoulders that were covered with a satin ivory cape, which had been added to cover her exposed arms. December in Massachusetts was much colder than in Texas. The satin and gossamer ivory dress had a square neck and wide straps. The empire waist helped to accommodate her large belly. Evie’s belly was slightly larger than her mother’s had been nearly fifty years before. Kirsten made adjustments and it fit her usually small figure perfectly.

Evie The smell of gardenias was so strong I could taste it in the back of my throat. They were everywhere, choking the rooftop terrace. My favourite, Nathaniel had said. He had picked out this dress too. White silk, Zac Posen design. He laid it on the bed himself, a gesture he pulled off most times I have to dress up. “Wear this tonight. You know you love Zac Pose.” I don’t. And if I did, I didn’t remember. But I trusted him.

” “Also, that tiara on her head. That’s the legendary Pharoah’s Tears, isn’t it? It’s worth tens of millions…” As everyone was busy exclaiming with wonder, Eva held Nathan’s arm, and they both walked on the red carpet. They slowly got up on the stage. The children were holding flower baskets as they followed behind their parents step by step. This family of four made up a perfect picture… Lucy’s face fell immediately when she saw this. She should be the most attractive bride today, but Eva had snatched all the attention that was supposed to belong to her. Lucy’s wedding dress and jewelry were priceless as well.

It was almost seven, and Evy was ready for the unfortunate dinner. She wore a simple yet classy black one-piece dress with a silver lining around the round neckline. She paired it with silver slippers. She wasn’t in the mood for heels. A bracelet adorned one wrist, while a watch rested on the other. The bracelet was a simple one Owen had gifted her on her last birthday. She kept her makeup minimal. That was it. She was ready. Evy walked downstairs, where her parents were waiting. “You look beautiful,” her dad said, kissing her forehead.

She nods, “I’ll get to that today, I’ll try and make it as soon as possible, the only thing with a timeline at the moment is the dresses and how long they take to make. The coronation dress can take longer, as it’ll be needed after the one for the ball. I’ll meet up with Eva after I’m dressed and we’ll figure it out.” She gets up, and throws on some black leggings with a white t-shirt dress, which she cinches with a wide black belt.

Percival, in a black suit, looked grim even on their engagement day, his face stern as he faced the guests. Next to him, Evadne smiled brightly, dressed in a custom gown and adorned with jewelry worth millions, dazzling and radiant. Though her figure couldn’t compare to Eulalia’s past self, her long legs were quite striking. Evadne wore a red mermaid dress with a thigh-high slit, showing off her slender, pale legs. One hand held a wine glass, the other naturally and affectionately hooked onto Percival’s right arm, leaning her head on his shoulder confidently as she faced the flashing cameras.

If only he had known to pester her to divulge earlier, then he would have been able to avert the clash and disaster that was coming. Eva was dressed in a simple black dress and had definitely no makeup on, which made her mother scrunch up her face so much in disapproval even if that wouldn't change her mind. Eleanor had waltzed down the stairs in an emerald green designer dress that was announced at the fashion week the previous day. Greatly emphasizing their family's enormous wealth was a must.

It was a strategic maneuver disguised as a romantic evening, and for Evie, it was the ultimate test of her architectural ability to build a facade that could withstand the scrutiny of a thousand cameras. ​The preparation began at 4:00 PM. A team of stylists, sworn to Rourke confidentiality, arrived in the West Wing with racks of structural silk and cases of jewels that carried the weight of small countries. Evie stood in the center of her dressing room, her arms outstretched as they draped her in midnight-navy silk. The dress was a masterpiece of architectural fashion—sharp, geometric lines at the shoulders that cascaded into a fluid, liquid-like skirt. It wasn't the crimson of a victim or t