Romans & histoires Elven Wedding Dress

The designer's team was already present there with the wedding gowns which Aiden selected for her. Cynthia and Silver helped her to choose her wedding gown whereas Hanna was burning in jealousy seeing how sweetly they behave with Elsa. Elsa looked at Hanna who looked at jewelry and dresses with so much desire with a greedy extent. Her mouth hung open to see the most antique design of that. She tried to calculate the price of all these but the zeros went outside her mind. Elsa chose her gown. It was a beautiful corset gown with a little shade of pink and little butterflies on it. It's off shoulder with full sleeves, which will help her in hiding her injury.

The dress was a declaration of war. ​It wasn't white. Kaelen had been specific about that. “We are wolves, Elara. We don’t pretend to be innocent. We wear the color of blood.” ​I stared at myself in the floor-length mirror of the bridal suite. The silk was a deep, crimson red, clinging to my curves like a second skin. It had a slit that went dangerously high up my thigh and a neckline that plunged low enough to make my heart race. It was elegant, expensive, and utterly scandalous.

I gulped, my throat tightening at the terrifying imagination. After the bath, Elin gently dried my skin. She went to the wardrobe and brought out the garment I had chosen based on Selena's words: a dark, floor-length gown featuring a sweetheart neckline and long, flowing sleeves. It was a beautiful, stark black. Elin carefully twisted my silver-white hair into elegant buns at the crown of my head, adorning the style with contrasting red ribbons and delicate pearls.

It was nothing more than basic courtesy, but as someone who was treated as less than human by everyone, his small acts of kindness made Prince Leander the kindest person I knew. The guards finally led me to the bridal chamber which is near where the wedding would soon took place. The doors swung open and I was surprised to see the same seamstresses who took my measurements yesterday. “Lady Winter,” the head seamstress greeted softly. My gaze drifted past them. At the very center of the chamber stood the wedding gown. I stopped breathing. The gown was unlike anything I had ever seen. At first glance, it resembled a traditional human wedding gown—pure white, fitted through the bodice, with lon

The castle bustled with activity for the upcoming union of the royal vampire who was to be married to the witch. Three days before the wedding, the royal seamstress came into the castle to have Adrienne do a final fitting of the wedding dress. It was a white classic wedding dress with open lacy sleeves sewn across the chest extending to the arms with a huge heavy skirt. “My, my, you’ve lost some weight, Lady Mallory,” said the seamstress adjusting the gown on her back around her waist, “so, we have to adjust this part here.” Adrienne was standing in front of a body mirror and was checking her reflection. She agreed with the seamstress. She lost some weight but it’s good enough for her, espec

She even hated the idea of a grand wedding that would take time and waste money on unnecessary things she didn't want. The only thing that could be considered expensive was her wedding dress. Crystal refused to negotiate on that one. Her dress was like one out of a fairy tail. They went dress shopping, and it was the only one that Mercedes fell in love with at first sight. She didn't waste any time and chose it for herself. The dress was a stunning floor-length gown in a soft shade of ivory. The dress has a sweetheart neckline with delicate cap sleeves. The bodice had intricate hand embroidered snowflake patterns on it. The skirt was long and flowy with a subtle train that trailed behind. Th

He smiled warmly at her. The next morning, while exploring the nearby village, they stumble upon a charming antique shop where they discover an heirloom wedding dress that seems to have been waiting for Katarina all along. The dress is made of delicate ivory silk, embroidered with tiny flowers and pearls, and fits her like a glove. The veil is made of the same material, trailing behind her as she turns around in the mirror, her eyes shining with delight.

I would rather call off the whole wedding. Just then, the door burst open and Yelena walked through in an emerald green gown. Her make-up was one for the models and the Lady looked like she's had enough time to prepare for her brother's wedding. She came to stand beside Laylah, and her gaze turned disapproval.

I cut him off hastily as if afraid Elias would take back his words. This is the first time I can participate in such a grand party as a guest. No matter how much Elias did not like me, he also took his honorable very seriously; he did not allow me to appear with a disheveled appearance. So Elias prepared a beautiful red evening gown for me. The dress is cupped, cut at the back, puffy, and long to the heel. It is a dress designed to blend both classic and modern styles. Accessories are attached with a necklace, pearl earrings. Simple yet very elegant.

She had no more reason for a disguise if she were going back to her homeland. She unclasped the rustic brown belt and slipped out of her dress. The silver box that she had packed and brought from her home the night she was banished by her dear father was as light as paper, and she was opening it after some hundred years. The elven clothes retained strength and luster, and Aelanor's forest-green unitard and brown vest looked as good as the day it was sewn. She got dressed in less than a minute and put her hair in a thick braid. She was just tying up her boots up her knees when Nimuel came in, already dressed in a rose gold gown, carrying a brown hood made of thick fur.