Emily Mariko Wedding Dress Novels & Stories

“You look—damn. I mean, my brother is still an idiot for this whole plan, but at least he’s marrying someone who looks that good.” Emily let out a soft laugh.“Thanks?” Lila crossed her arms, eyes narrowing slightly.“…Where did you even get that?” Emily glanced down at the dress.“Adrian had it sent over last night.” Lila blinked.“And it’s that perfect?” Emily hesitated. “…Yeah.” Lila stared at her for a long moment, then exhaled, shaking her head.“You know what? I don’t even want to know.” She clapped her hands together.“Alright, let’s go get you married.”

"Now go get ready. I'll see you at the altar." Diana helped me dress. My wedding gown was my own design—simple ivory silk with long sleeves and a flowing skirt. Not the princess dress I wore when I married Brock. This was elegant and understated. Mature. Real. "You look beautiful," Diana said, fixing my veil. "And happy. Genuinely happy." "I am. For the first time in years, I'm completely happy." Emma appeared in her lavender dress. She looked angelic. "Mommy, you're so pretty! Marcus is going to cry when he sees you."

"Don't you think, Damien?" I blink, refocusing on my mother. "Sorry, what?" Eleanor's knowing smile makes my chest tight. "I said Esmeralda would look lovely in my wedding dress. It's stored upstairs. Perhaps she'd like to try it on?" "Mother," I warn. "What? You said you're getting married eventually. And my dress is exquisite. Custom Dior from 1982." Esmeralda's cheeks flush. "That's very generous, but I couldn't "

“You look… ridiculous. And by ridiculous, I mean, so stunning that Allesio is going to pass out when he sees you.” I let out a sharp breath, pressing my palms against my waist. “It’s just a dress.” Emilia scoffed. “It’s not just a dress. It’s the dress. The one you’ll be wearing when you say ‘I do’ to your big, bad mafia prince.” She smirked. “And then, presumably, get ravished in later.” I groaned and smacked her arm. “You are actually the worst.” She just grinned, completely unbothered. “I know.”

At this moment, she didn't know what she was thinking! As for why Emiliano was willing to let her go back to his room, because he hadn't slept well last night. If he let her stay by his side, his injuries would probably be even worse. Early in the morning, Kinsley invited her sister Skylar to try on the bridesmaid dress in the bridal shop. This time, the bridesmaid dress was also very beautiful. It was a faint purple gauze dress with two shawls and ribbons. It was even more elegant and light.

, Emily said and made to walk out when she blocked her. “Your husband to be asked that I picked the very best and you know what that means right? It means that he wants me to pick the most expensive dress for you. Emily’s jaws dropped in shock and her eyes lit in excitement. “Are you for real?” She asked the lady who nodded her head abruptly. Emily quickly screamed in excitement and walked over to the part where the gowns were. She touched every bit of it and her heart race increased. These were the gowns she saw different big personalities wear on their wedding day. She never imagined that she would be the one wearing it one day.

“Guess I need to plan a wedding then. - **A month later** I am in my old room, which I was first given when I moved into the pack. Around is Emma, Emily Luna Elizabeth, and my grandma. They have used the entire day to help me shave cover my body in crème to make my skin soft plug my eyebrows, give me a facemask yes just all in all used the day to make me look beautiful. And now I am about to wear my dress. My wedding dress is of course white. It’s a mermaid style of shoulders dress in silk with lace on the top, and my arms starting at the strops hanging just under my shoulders with the dress being backless. The dress is so long that no one will see I am wearing flats and ends with a long tra

"To throw this away." He turned abruptly. "We are done here. Lucas is waiting with the car. We have a dress to buy." The rest of the day was a blur of high-end boutiques where the assistants didn't ask prices and offered champagne that Emily politely declined. Ethan would walk into a store, point at three or four gowns, order Emily to try them on, and then swipe a black card without looking at the total. But it was the final dress that changed everything. It was emerald green, a deep, shimmering forest hue that brought out the flecks of green in Emily’s hazel eyes. It was silk, strapless, with a slit that went dangerously high up her thigh, and a corset bodice that snatched her waist.

Her eyes were red and swollen as she choked out, "Please don't be upset, Victoria. I've returned your wedding dress exactly as it was. It's all my fault. Please don't argue with Zach because of me." My gaze fell on the dirty hem of the wedding dress. The once pure white wedding dress now had a corner stained with obvious dirt, looking grimy. Some unknown liquid was smeared on the other side, giving off an unpleasant scent that seemed suspiciously like semen. Suppressing the urge to gag, I covered my nose and coldly asked, "What's this on the wedding dress, Mary? Are you deliberately doing this to disgust me?" Zachary's expression immediately darkened. He cut me off and said, "Why are you mak

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