Emily Mariko Wedding Dress Novels & Stories

“Please call me Mom from now on. We are already a family. Dad’s busy at work, but I’ll tell him at night about this.” “Yes, Mom.” Then Emily tried the three dresses while Jacob waited in the living room. Elsa rushed to her working room and took Emily’s old wedding dress and two more dresses in white. Next, she put three dresses on the table. “Try these dresses.” Sadly, the old wedding gown was already too small for her, but the third dress was so pretty. It was a simple sleeveless A-line with a V-neck white silk dress that reached her ankles, but it shaped her body well. It was lovely and elegant.

William suddenly rushed into my dressing room. When he entered, his eyes filled with grievance. But when he saw my wedding dress, his expression changed to ecstatic joy. He carefully avoided my belly, hugged me, and choked up: "It must have been so hard preparing for the mating ceremony with such a big belly..." "I've already punished those gossiping tongues. You won't be wronged again." As he spoke, his fingers nervously rubbed my waistline. "Is this wedding dress too tight?" The bridesmaids gave him a sneered glance.

Emily couldn't resist and gave him a messy kiss on his face, exclaiming: "My husband is so handsome, I'm ecstatic! I'm so lucky!" Wolfgang hugged her and didn't let her mess around, unwillingly saying: "Behave, and go to sleep. Otherwise, I won't let you play with the tail for a week." Emily immediately snuggled up to him, not daring to mess around, and closed her eyes to sleep. On the second day, the wedding was held on schedule. Emily wore a beautiful white wedding dress, holding onto her father's arm and walking slowly with Kennedy and another flower girl. They walked step by step on the red carpet filled with flower petals, approaching the man not far away.

I asked her and she nodded. “We’ll have a bachelorette party. We couldn’t do one as you got married in a hurry. So there’s nothing wrong in doing it after the marriage. I have already called all of our college friends” I was so happy that everything is normal now. “But I don’t have a dress” I was wearing a simple evening dress with a floral print. “Don’t you worry, I have got your back” she opened her closet and showed me all of her party dresses. “But Emilia these clothes are so see-through. I can’t wear them.” Emilia made a ‘are you serious’ look. “Oh come on. These are not so bad. I am sure you’ll look stunning in these.”

The morning of the wedding dawned gray and indifferent, the kind of New York sky that promised rain but never quite delivered. Emily stood in front of the full-length mirror in the master bedroom, staring at the stranger reflected back at her. The dress Alexander’s personal stylist had delivered at dawn was stunning—simple, elegant, devastating. Ivory silk crepe that skimmed her body like a second skin, high neckline, long sleeves, a subtle slit up one leg that revealed just enough to be dangerous. No lace, no beads, no illusions of romance. Just clean lines and quiet power. The stylist had called it “understated luxury.” Emily called it armor.

Yet, despite the grandeur, Emilia felt like an outsider at her own wedding. Her gown was breathtaking, a creation of ivory silk that flowed like water, adorned with intricate golden embroidery. It clung perfectly to her slender figure before cascading into a long train, the fabric shimmering with every step she took. Her brunette hair was styled in loose waves, small golden pins glinting like stars against her dark locks. She was every bit the vision of a royal bride. But as she stood before the towering double doors that led into the hall, her hazel eyes reflected only trepidation.

She did not know if that was supposed to comfort her or frighten her, so she just nodded. Marco arrived at noon with two guards. His expression held the same tired seriousness he had worn the night before. He told Elena they had four hours to prepare her for the wedding. The shopping trip felt unreal. Boutique owners opened their stores just for her. Sales associates carried out dresses that cost more than she wanted to imagine. Elena tried on white silk and ivory lace dresses while Marco watched from a chair, giving subtle approval or disapproval with a simple look. Finally she told him she did not want white. Wearing white felt like pretending this marriage meant something romantic. She wa

Damian stared at him and nodded. “Are you going out?” he inquired, finally succumbing to Ranya’s stern orders. “Yes, and you’re coming with me.” --- “Nope!” Calista waved her finger in dissatisfaction. “You can’t be getting married in such a dress.” Emily laughed and walked back into the dressing room, resurfacing minutes later. “This?” she asked, spinning around so she could have a better view of the white gown designed with shiny stones. The lower part of the gown looked misplaced, and Calista nodded in objection again.

her father said happily. “Congratulations, sweetheart,” said her mother. She was the happiest person in the room. Emilia smiled brightly but she was annoyed. This wasn’t how she’d pictured her wedding day to look. She’d dreamed of wearing a white ball gown and walking down the aisle with a large bouquet to join her handsome husband at the altar. Instead, she was wearing a pink skirt-suit that her mother chose and marrying a brooding stranger in the family room of his mansion. She felt like a sacrificial lamb.

"Trust me, the ladies will be privately commenting on everyone's dress and body. Their comments at dinner parties will be passed off as gossip by slave girls too! Miss Emily, I really don't want you to be in those negative comments!" Then Lola let go her hands at last and stood aside, looking at me for a long moment after her relief. It was like a painter admiring his final work. "Very good!" Lola complimented, "I'm sure you'll shine at the party tonight!" I looked at myself in the mirror, dressed in an off-the-shoulder rose gown with a sparkling jewel necklace around my neck. On his head was a crown of pearls. The elaborate make-up made me look radiant. Though I could not help sighing to m