Emily Mariko Wedding Dress Novels & Stories

The attendees turned to look at him, their faces filled with expectation and happiness. Then, Emily walked up to meet him, her wedding gown shimmering in the light. The gown was a masterpiece of lace and satin, with intricate diamonds embroidered along the hem and sleeves, sparkling like fireflies in the sunlight. She looked stunning, her hair styled in loose waves, a bouquet of white roses in her hands, their sweet fragrance filling the air.

“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.

"Give me a hint" "We're almost there" I lift her hand to my mouth, hoping she can't see how nervous I am. Rico pulls the car outside the shop and I wait as Emiliana's gaze bounces from the mannequins on the window to my face then back. "Why are we here?" "Because I want you to pick a dress. We're getting married" "We are already married"

“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.