Novel & Cerita Emily Mariko Wedding Dress

"But the marquis instructed me to use this color—" "But you don't want your latest creation to be boring, right? Look at the Duchess' wedding gown. It was magnificent and your business is booming. Considering this as a way for you to boost your sale," Emily said as Lady Ivashkov was tapping her chin with her finger. Emily smiled when the seamstress was looking at her.

Emily said with a wolfish smile. I roll my eyes as I take a look at the mirror as it was an off-shoulder gown as the hands touch my shoulder with the fabric highlighting my waist and my dress showing little cleavage as I turned around it highlighted my big butt as I blush as the fabric was so soft. " I'm not wearing this". "Why". Emily and my mother asked " I don't give him any ideas". "He's your husband and it's his choice if he wants to rip the dress off after your wedding". Emily said winking at me.

Emi sighs. One thing is for sure, on the wedding, there will be fights between Emi and Evans about who is allowed to take more care of Cara. Godmother against godfather and Cara has them wrapped around her tiny fingers. Emi and Tracey try on their bridesmaid dresses, too. I wanted them to decide for themselves what to wear and not for them to wear typical horrible bridesmaid dresses, making the bride look prettier. They chose a pastel blue long silk dress, with thin straps and slight waterfall cleavage. Plain, but very pretty.

"You paid for the dress, Ken. You can do anything you want with it. The button is on the top part; after that, there's a zipper hidden underneath." He turned me around before I heard the material being ripped. My new husband laughed when he found the zipper, and my dress fell to the floor, leaving me in a sheer white lace bridal lingerie. It was the actual thing that I spent more time picking for our wedding. I heard Max gasp and curse from behind me. I gave him my sweetest smile as I turned back to him. "I take it to you like my wedding gift for you?" "Damn, Emilie! This is one hell of a way to start our fuck fest."

____________ EMILIA'S POV I wore the dress that Elena and I had selected, what she had referred to as the perfect dress. It was a Saint Laurent gown, a black gown that stopped just below my knee. It was a very beautiful gown, and as I made finishing touches to my makeup and my hair, I found out that I was excited. My heart was hammering in my chest, and there were butterflies fluttering in my stomach. I loved him. Everything was screaming perfect, and I wished that Elena was here to see it.

Laura wore a pale blue silk dress that shimmered in the light, and Sebastian couldn’t stop staring at her like he’d never seen anything so beautiful. Emily came with Ivan and little Mila, who had insisted on being the flower princess. She scattered rose petals down the aisle with more enthusiasm than accuracy, and no one had the heart to correct her. Especially not Emily, who laughed and cried in equal measure. And then there was me. Elle Marino. Soon to be Mrs. Elle Volkov. Bride. Survivor. Mother. Lover.

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

Arabella asked Emiko. She gave us a smile and snapped her fingers, her jeans and t-shirt turned into a stunning black mermaid wedding gown with a sheer red lace lining the bottom. She looked stunning. "Yeah when I told them we weren't doing the traditional white, they were a bit skeptical." She said, once we were back in our other clothes. "I had to threaten to call off the wedding again, if they didn't let us do this."

Chris Jnr knitted his forehead as he thought before giving up, shrugging helplessly “Where it is currently kept, I do not know.” “Godmother will know where it is.” Emm nodded thoughtfully before blinking with a cute smile showing her little dimples “I will bribe her with hugs and kisses. Leave the dress to me.” “What about little uncle’s suit?” “The empress did a couple’s version of the wedding outfit.” Chris Jnr rolled his eyes in disdain while Emm had a dreamy look as she sighed “Mommy and daddy are going to look fantabulous.” “So, outfit- check, venue- 50:50” Marcus made a gesture with his palm indicating 50:50 as he spoke “getting guests to venue- check. What else?”

How can they repair the dress so fast? In time, the Godfather of the bride, Mr Anderson who wore a white suit walked Emily on the aisle! The bride was in a light purple wedding gown that was extravagantly gorgeous and expensive but the most radiant and breathe taking was the bride herself! She shone like a star making everyone’s jaw drop! Her beautiful face was even more exuberant and captivating! Her figure was stunning as she walked with a gentle smile looking vivacious! Soon the marriage ceremony proceeded and the marriage officiant declared Adrian and Emily man and wife!