Emily Corpse Bride Aesthetic Novels & Stories

"Is that possible?" "It is very possible, ma, we just need to work with people who are into illusions to find out how to go about it, so you see, ma, your cloth will be the first ever illusion wedding dress in this part of town," Emily smiled at her as everyone beamed with smiles at the idea, even Mark.

“Other level. Like, black, masses of tulle, a train that takes fifteen hundred bridesmaids to keep under control, and a f-king princess carriage to arrive in. Your wedding dress shouldn’t be an apology of politeness, like, I am so sorry, is my lace too loud? Your dress should be a declaration, a trumpet flare, a f–k this shit, stand back and admire the rock glory.” Emily laughed. “Oh, Meg.” “Like you didn’t love every second of your time with Vice and Victor. I have seen the photos, little sis, and they know you, even if you don’t want to admit it to yourself. The OTT hair, the thigh high boots, and the plastered-on clothing… I don’t know how they clued into you so quickly, given your I’m so

The groom walked over to Emily and asked the worker who was standing beside her, "This outfit looks lame on her. Try something in purple." Emily was taken behind the fitting room and got changed into a purple shade bridal gown and walked out of the trial room. The worker lady said, "Sir, this is a strapless sheer lace and tulle ball gown bridal gown. This comes with extra length and sleeves as customisation options." "Bill it." and he walked to Mr Wood and talked with him. When Emily stepped back into the fitting room to remove it, she looked herself in the mirror wearing a beautiful bridal gown. The worker lady said, "You look beautiful in it."

’ Yes, just like mine. ‘It's not that much of a big deal and he's a horrible person anyway. You had to have been there to see how he looked at me.’ I replied quietly. I still felt really bad. Emily stirred, took a sip of her coffee and laughed. ‘I wouldn't mind any of that, you don't get that kind of man anywhere.’ Emily's designer West bag sparkled on the table and I thought it was quite ironic how I was the one who encountered Eros west. Emily was a model and most of her shoots were for big fashion houses and industries like MELT and West Inc. The day she caught a glimpse of Eros in person, she was an absolute mess for weeks. She spent all her money on acquiring West designer items. They

Lana was completely dumbfounded, standing there like a wooden statue. Her eyes almost bulged out as she stared at Mabel. "Who... who is she? Why is she wearing the wedding dress you designed for me?" Indeed, it was the style I ultimately chose after going through numerous design drafts and working many late nights. From the initial design sketches to the material selection and the careful stitching of each thread, I managed everything myself. I dedicated so much effort to every single detail.

We were browsing rows of imported silks and rich metallic brocades, prepping for the concept sketch I had been burning to build ever since the theme dropped: “Feminine Architecture.” I was midway through examining a structured weave when a familiar, too-sweet voice floated in from my left. “Well, well. If it isn’t Kyla Johnson.” I turned slowly, I already knew who it was. Emily Brooke. Once a friend. Now a consistent irritation dressed constantly in bright colors. Emily approached with the kind of smile that looked painful to maintain, wide, and full of pretense. “Kyla,” Emily beamed, like they were still in their college design class and hadn’t burned bridges years ago. “It’s so good to see

Emily’s POV The bridal boutique smells like pressed silk and lavender, the kind of soft, careful scent that makes everything feel sacred. I stand barefoot on a pale platform while a seamstress circles me with pins between her teeth, humming softly as she adjusts the hem. The mirrors around me multiply the image until I feel surrounded by myself, by versions of me in white, all glowing a little too brightly.

Emily is a master of seduction, however, Mathias just watches her game with empty eyes. Her fingers touching her breasts before tugging at her thin straps. The red silk slides down and pools at her waist, revealing her lacy bra underneath. Mathias stares at the combination of her tanned skin and that deep red fabric with a blank expression. It is like Emily’s most powerful weapon, she always feels way more audacious and in control with the color red. Her caramel skin owes itself to her South American roots as well as her fierce confidence. That’s what caught Mathias’s attention when they met years ago. Wow. His younger self had thought the moment he first laid eyes on Emily years ago. There’

She taps the tip of my nose as I nodded. Immediately she went from her cherry sweet aura to a scary one. "Make her corset tighter." The Empress ordered as she immediately leaves the room with Cortia as the maids finished up with my corset. I looked at the far end of the room where the mirror was. I looked like a child bride. The dress that was even picked for me had way too many ribbons. My hair was nothing to write home about, since it was cut short the maids didn't really know how they could style it so they just clipped on some ribbons. But for once no matter how odd it was, it felt nice being a princess, even though it was short lived.

Backing out now will ruin their reputation and business and they couldn't afford that. Emily looked like the most stunning bride ever seen. Her wedding dress was the best designer in Italy. It was a sleeveless ball-grown dress with a brown aesthetic. Around 5,000 gold beads and 2,000 crystals were sewn on the dress and had a 5-foot-long train. The veil was filled with hand embroidery. The dress was every young girl's dream wedding. It was really worth the hype it was getting on the internet. But there was a problem, the person wearing the dress wasn't happy. Even Amelia, her bride's maid was happier than her. the makeup artist was confused and frustrated. Emily couldn't smile making the make