Novel & Cerita Emily Mariko Wedding Dress

, she tells chuckling. I smile at her softly and peck her cheek, asking her why was here to which she hands me a booklet. “What is this mom?”, I ask her frowning to which she smiles at me softly. “I spoke to Mrs Williams she woke up from the coma yesterday, cassandra has no problem with us choosing her wedding dress, sadly Mrs Williams couldn’t come with us and cassandra have busy schedule for few days”, she tells sadly. I know how much my mother wanted to tag cassandra in shopping and pamper her as any other mother in law would do but due to the secret we have to keep before marriage and she can’t meet her own daughter in law until the day of wedding is making her sad.

"You look like a goddess." Michelle grabbed my hand and led me in front of the mirror. I gasped. The dress truly was stunning. The heart-shaped bodice was covered with rows of sparkling crystals, which went down on the smooth silk skirt with a glamorous fan back. When I regained my breath, Emily placed a tiara on top of my head with a delicate veil that covered my shoulders. "You look perfect." Michelle grinned. I grinned back at her. "Do you think Aiden will like it?" "He'll be speechless," Emily promised. "But if he stays that way for too long, I will kick him just so he can say ‘I do’ at the end."

Stepping out of bed, I took a look at myself in the mirror. I was glowing. Soon the people came to dress me up. Smoothing down the delicate lace of my wedding gown, I checked myself in the mirror. Today, I was not just Emilia, the woman haunted by her past. I was Emilia, the bride, ready to embark on a new journey with Salvatore by my side. My makeup and hair were done and I was super ready to get married. I walked down to the wedding spot where the guests were waiting for me. My eyes scanned through the crowd and I found my sister Lily was there, her eyes sparkling with tears of happiness as she embraced me tightly.

Emma’s POV The day had finally arrived. The moment I had dreamt about for as long as I could remember, but never fully believed would happen, was here. The day I would marry Luca. I stood in front of the full-length mirror, staring at my reflection. My fingers traced the delicate lace of the wedding dress that had been custom-made for me. It was elegant, yet simple, with intricate beadwork that shimmered in the light. The soft ivory of the fabric contrasted with my pale skin, making me feel ethereal, like a vision come to life. The corset hugged my figure, pulling me in just enough, while the long train cascaded behind me like a veil of silk. My heart raced, not from nerves but from exciteme

Soon, his eyes were fixed on one of them. He pointed at the wedding dress and said, “You may try on this one.” Mila then gathered up her skirt and walked over. When the shop assistant took the wedding dress chosen by Cristofer off the hanger and showed it to Mila, she was amazed, and her eyes brightened. She quickly exclaimed, “It’s so beautiful.” The wedding dress was pearl white and embroidered with red petal patterns from the waist to the hemline. From a distance, the wedding dress looked like a waterfall on which countless rose petals fell, looking breathtakingly extravagant.

He slapped me hard across the face. "Gwendolyn, how can you be so vicious? Are you trying to humiliate Mari at her own wedding?" My cheek stung, and inside it felt like my heart was rotting away. Without looking at him, I knelt down, picked up the shredded pieces of my dress off the floor piece by piece, and shoved them into my bag. I got up and looked at Cameron with a calm expression. Then, I said in an icy voice, "Marissa had been holding onto this wedding dress the entire time."

The call connected almost instantly, and her voice tumbled out with anticipation. "Well? Did you like him? What did you think?" she asked. "Great-aunt Emilia, we only met once," Marisol said helplessly. "So what? Chemistry doesn't need time," Emilia replied with absolute certainty. Mindful of the cooperation she had discussed with Mitchell, Marisol hesitated, weighing her words carefully. "He's… fine." "When's the wedding?" Before she could finish, Emilia barreled on, brimming with excitement. "I'll design your wedding gown myself. And the reception must be grand. I'll make you the most breathtaking bride the world has ever seen!"

Marco and Emilia's story, 3 months after the proposal: Three months had passed since Marco's surprise proposal, and the day of their wedding had finally arrived. Emilia looked stunning in her white wedding dress, her hair styled perfectly and her makeup flawless. Marco, dressed in a tailored tuxedo, couldn't take his eyes off her as she walked down the aisle. The ceremony was held at a beautiful outdoor venue, surrounded by lush greenery and a serene lake. The sun was shining brightly, casting a warm glow over the entire scene.

Wedding continued Emily Emily could not stop the waterworks that were happening. Tears streaming down her face as she sobbed at the letter. She sat it down beside her and patted it gently while she tried to calm herself enough to look at the dress. When she pulled it from the box, she immediately began sobbing again. She had never seen anything so beautiful in her life. The dress itself was the lightest pinky-tan color on the bottom. It was sleeveless and the top was fitted and covered with white lace and flowers. The bottom was flowy and had several layers to it. The train was long and white and was also covered with flowers and lace.

“I don’t want to get married.” Emily stared at Owen in shocked surprise. She had just returned from wedding dress shopping, excited from having found The Dress and a little tipsy from the champagne she had shared with her bridesmaids after putting down the deposit, and she was sure Owen had just told her that he did not want to marry her, although that was just… not possible.