Novel & Cerita Emily Corpse Bride Aesthetic

She said. " Hi!! " I said to her and she just nodded. Somehow that haunting feeling was back. I was mesmerized to see her as she looked so beautiful even without any makeup. I was sure, she was perfect for the campaign, even without talking to her. She had a good height, a perfect figure, with curves in the right places nice soft skin that glowed, and long beautiful and healthy dark brown hair with a few highlights. Big beautiful amber eyes. Nice and even complexion of her skin.

Time to end this charade and move on. She emerged from her room, dressed in black leggings and a cropped top, and for a moment, I saw her in a different light. The familiar contours of her face, the curve of her neck, seemed suddenly more defined, more captivating. It was as if I'd been staring at a painting my whole life, only to finally notice the vibrant colors and intricate details. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks: this wasn't the same Emily I'd grown accustomed to, the one I'd convinced myself I felt nothing for. This Emily radiated quiet confidence, a vulnerability that drew me in, making my chest tighten in ways I couldn't ignore.

I questioned her. She looked at me with uncertainty, took a deep breath and answered, "We need you to be a fake bride”. I released my hand from her grip but she continued, "It's less than two weeks away from now, I promise we're going to annul it. The only thing we need is your presence as the bride". I chuckled forcefully, "I have a lot on my plate and I do not have time to on a charade". I tried to open the car door but she held on to me tightly and started pleading. I wasn't ready to be caught in between the rich folks but she kept on emphasizing how I'd fit the role perfectly because I have almost the same body frame as Daisy.

Leona "Wow, you look stunning," said Emiliya as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. A royal-blue gown with a structured, sweetheart corset bodice. A multi-tiered tulle skirt that cascaded elegantly to the floor. My hair was swept back into a high, voluminous ponytail; smoky eyes and nude lipstick. Indeed, I looked good — and different from the usual bride.

Emily had always been able to convince me to do things I wouldn’t normally do. We found the perfect dress—a sleek, red number I’d bought on a whim. I slipped into it and looked in the mirror. The red fabric clung to my curves perfectly, and the neckline was daring without being inappropriate. Paired with heels and red lipstick, I felt like Lila Frost—beautiful, confident, and ready for anything.

They push me down to sit in front of a vanity table and begin to work on my hair. They brush through my tangled hair and I wince, feeling my scalp burn. My hair is styled perfectly in a bun with the stray curls framing my face. My bushy brows are trimmed perfectly and kohl is applied under my eyes. Red blush tints my cheeks giving them some sort of color. My reflection stares back at me. This isn't me. The woman in the mirror looks like a corpse bride with her sunken cheeks and hollow eyes. Still this is the most beautiful I have ever felt.

I didn't want to go on her sexy curvy figure because it was already perfect. My bride was perfect and I was glad that I didn't reject her in the first place. I liked the way she was eating her food without thinking of being fat because humans nowadays kept cutting their food for looks which made them thin like a stick. . 'Cade', My father's angry voice roared in my ear. I sighed, realizing that he figured out that I was with my human bride. I had to talk with him and share my decision with him. .

Ella is fidgeting with the hem of her dress, looking back and forth between her sons and the lewd. ‘My Fiance, Sugarcup. Could you not stay away for a minute?’ Juicy…ahem! Quincy immediately smiles as he stands up to receive a hazelnut-head slender vampiress. Emily, for my utmost discomfort, is a drop-dead stunning vampiress who could have walked out of a fashion and skincare magazine cover. Tall, petite, pale, high-bridge nose, big doe eyes, and plump lips—she does not look a day older than twenty-five and a granddaughter figure in the arms of the son of a blood-sucking bitch!

Sloane's parents sold her to a billionaire who loved her sister. On their wedding night, he whispered her sister's name. Then he locked her outside in a storm. She left for dead. She returned as a queen. Now he stands frozen at a gala, watching her accept an award. Two children hold her hands. One of them has his jaw. He does not know they are his. He does not know the woman he truly loves is the one he destroyed. And he does not know that her sister who became his wife is hiding a secret that will shatter every single one of them.

My hair was also a simple bun at the back of my head, with a jewelled clip to hold my veil in place. The bridal gown was pure white and simple. The skirt was flowing with a slight train and the sleeves were lace. Although my father had objected to the ‘unconventional dress’ at first…but he had changed his mind at the last minute when my groom’s father, and by father’s good friend, Mr. Davis, had reminded him that this was the twenty first century and women dressing in lace sleeves was appropriate enough. And yet…Mr. Davis hadn’t thought that arranged marriages should’ve been left behind in the nineteenth century either.