Emily Mariko Wedding Dress Novels & Stories

The insult to my future wife is not something I can just swallow. The ballroom has been fully decorated in white and gold, opting for elegance over opulence. The pianist starts playing music as Emory appears in the doorway of the ballroom. She’s dressed in a tasteful wedding gown, deciding on a long train over a large poofy skirt. Her shoulders are bare and the sleeves are long and reach her elbows.

My parents were so upset they nearly went to the Larsons to give them a piece of their mind, but I convinced them to stay calm. "Dad, Mom, let's just watch what happens," I told them, with my own plan already in mind. On the wedding day, I picked out a sleek black dress that was both classy and serious. Elias matched me in a dark suit, and we walked hand in hand to the ceremony. By the time we got there, the place was buzzing with guests and camera flashes lit up the room. Howard was at the end of the red carpet in a white suit, smiling like he had already won.

“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.

"How dare you speak to me like that!" Enzo quickly stepped forward and grabbed my arm, lowering his voice. "Estelle, the wedding is just around the corner. There's no need to fall out over a necklace. Once we're married, what's mine is yours. If you want a necklace, we can pick the most expensive one tomorrow, alright?" I looked at him coldly. There was nothing but sincerity in his eyes. To me, however, that sincerity felt unbearably cheap. "I don't care for anything you have." I slowly pulled my hand free. "This marriage is over!"

He asked. While Emily paused to think. The wedding gown she wore on her wedding with Lucius was the gown Axl gave her. She admits it, she may love it but it came from the man she despises. “A new one.” She replied. “I will tell a maid to come here after your bath with gowns for you to choose.” “Yes, thank you.” Alfred bowed one last time and turned to leave the room. Emily realized she had forgotten the route she took which would lead her to the dining room and she yelped out a ‘wait’ to Alfred with her hand stretched out.

POV: Emily The dress cost more than my father's first car. I knew because the stylist told me, cheerfully, while tightening the corset at the back. I stood in front of the mirror and looked at a woman I didn't recognize. White lace, fitted waist, hair pinned up with small pearls threaded through it. Beautiful, in the way that things purchased with money tend to be. Outside the church doors, I could already hear them. Cameras. Voices. The low roar of a crowd that had gathered because Alexander Kane was getting married and that was apparently news worth standing in the cold for.

Ethan, Nicholas wanted to be Devon’s groomsmen and since my soon to be husband doesn’t really like people, it really touched his heart. Emily joins us in the room, smiling. She looks dashingly beautiful today, with her curly blonde hair flowing down her shoulders. After much decision making, Clara and I decided to go with gold champagne for the bridesmaid’s signature colour, so Emily is wearing a backless dress, with a slit in the leg area. “Damn, Emily!” Emma whistles and Emily blushes crimson red, walking towards us.

"Is that possible?" "It is very possible, ma, we just need to work with people who are into illusions to find out how to go about it, so you see, ma, your cloth will be the first ever illusion wedding dress in this part of town," Emily smiled at her as everyone beamed with smiles at the idea, even Mark.

“You look very beautiful, sis,” Evelyn complimented softly. Emily turned to face her. She had already changed out of her white wedding gown and into a graceful evening dress for the reception. The gown was an elegant champagne color, shimmering softly under the golden light from the crystal chandeliers above. The fabric hugged her figure in all the right places, flowing down in delicate folds like liquid silk. Her bare shoulders glowed with a natural radiance, and her hair, now loosened slightly from its earlier tight bun, framed her delicate face beautifully. Simple pearl earrings graced her ears, adding a timeless touch of elegance.

The legendary wedding march began to play, and the large, tall doors opened. As Shane Filan’s “Beautiful In White” played, the wedding coordinator who organized the event started guiding Emerald down the aisle. As she walked, Emerald looked like a vision of elegance and grace. Her wedding dress is a breathtaking creation, a perfect blend of classic and modern design made by an international wedding gown designer. It is made of delicate lace, with intricate floral patterns that trail down the bodice and flow into the soft, ethereal tulle of the skirt. The dress hugs Emerald's figure beautifully, accentuating her silhouette before cascading into a long, flowing train that trails behind her wit