Novel & Cerita Emily Mariko Wedding Dress

It was emphasizing the beauty and creativity of her gown's tail. “Hey, Emily. Where's Nicolo??” She greeted her, still didn't dare to create any move that would damage her gown's style. And yeah, she ignored her remark as she didn't want to feel dreary on her wedding day just because of their past. Emily gave a smile, more like an awkward smile since she saw the hesitation on her face. “Miracle and Nicolo are waiting in the car,” she answered. “They were bickering who's the taller.”

Perhaps the air conditioning temperature in the waiting room was set too low, as I felt increasingly chilled to the bone the more I thought about it. When Ethan reached for my hand, I yanked it away. I looked up at him steadily. "Get the wedding dress back. I don't want her wearing it." Ethan frowned. "Don't be difficult, Lou. It's just a ceremony. We can have ours anytime." The downturned corners of his mouth and the irritation in his eyes cut me deeply.

Emily's POV The dress hung on the back of the closet door, pristine, elegant, and carefully chosen to be the perfect balance between understated and appropriate. It was a soft, dove-gray silk, simple in its design yet flattering enough that I wouldn’t feel completely inadequate standing beside Damian in his tailored tuxedo. I had picked it weeks ago, back when I had convinced myself that attending Maya’s wedding was just a social formality. Nothing more, nothing less. Yet here I was, sitting at my vanity, staring at my own reflection, unable to decide if I could actually go through with it.

Not even in hell. " We can still be friends, you know?" " You have to come to our wedding." He added, without any shame, any guilt and as his words sank in, my mind was already reeling. " Yes, Elena. You promised to be my bridesmaid, remember? I am still looking forward to you being my maids of honour. " For the first time since they came, Chloe spoke, and with each word she uttered, my composure was snapping.. " Yes, Elena. You have to come, we still need your blessings." Marco seconded her, and he wore an expectant smile as he looked at me.

"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."

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.

So that was it. Marco had just been another pawn in Isabella’s game. The whole wedding was a sham, designed to make some rival heir in Italy jealous. She used Marco as a stand-in, putting on a show to make the other guy regret leaving her, or maybe even show up and stop the wedding. But the guy had already forgotten she existed. He was still living it up overseas. Even the wedding deposit was just the "breakup money" he'd given her. And stealing my wedding plan? That was just her sick, twisted need to win, to feel important.

I bowed my head during the prayers, I stared at the wood of the pew in front of me, tracing the grain with my gaze, feeling the draft of air up my skirt every time I shifted. Then came the wedding. Louis leaned over, his shoulder brushing mine. "Here she comes," he whispered, a genuine smile lighting up his face. The doors at the back of the sanctuary swung open. Emily Vance stood there, her dress a cloud of white lace and tulle, expanding around her like a protective barrier. It had long sleeves, a high neckline, and a train that seemed to go on for miles.

The main celebration would take place once both of them were in better health, especially considering Emily's early pregnancy. They both wore pure white wedding attire, symbolizing their purity and happiness. Emily's gown was made of fine silk and Swarovski crystals, flowing beautifully with each step she took. The dress had long sleeves and a lace collar, giving it a classic and elegant look. A gold ribbon adorned her waist, accentuating her figure. The skirt flared out and extended to the floor, covering her high heels. Emily's hair was neatly styled into an updo, adorned with a white gold tiara encrusted with gemstones that matched her dress, radiating her beauty.

“They always disappear. Like I scare them.” Marla’s expression softened. “You don’t scare men,” she said gently. “You disappear for them.” The words hit harder than the insult earlier. “We’ll fix that,” Marla added, already guiding her toward a seat in front of the mirror. “Or at least make sure they see you.” Emily glanced at her reflection in the mirror. She couldn’t recognize herself. She couldn’t linger, as Marla was already pushing her toward the dress stands. “I have just the right dress for you,” she said, shuffling through different gowns until she stopped at a royal blue sequin-and-satin dress. “Aha. I hope it fits. Go try this on.”