Horrible Maid Of Honor Dresses Novels & Stories

I ignore him and his silent tantrum and turn my focus to the ceremony that is beginning. Soft classical music plays — I’m assuming ballet music, although I couldn’t tell you what ballet it is from or who the composer is — and the bridesmaids enter, each dressed in a velvet dress in a different color and style. Maddie is first, her dark chocolate brown hair in a twisting updo, wearing a deep green wrap dress with flutter sleeves. Imogen is second, her blonde hair in soft, glamourous waves draped over one shoulder, dressed in a wine red halter dress with a cowl neckline. And Maya, the maid of honor, wears the same golden yellow Nolan has under his suit, with a deep V neck and spaghetti straps,

“The dresses are beautiful but I won’t be wearing them”. The maid, a small lady in a typical maid outfit looks at me in surprise. “But madam, these dresses have been made from the finest laces in our kingdom and beyond. Is it the net? Don’t worry my lady we can remove the net if you don’t want it”. “It’s not the net. I just don’t like them”. “That’s a bummer my lady. We worked very hard to make these dresses for you and you say you don’t like them?”, the maid shrieks.

Another maid was waiting with the most awful gown I’d ever seen. It looked like it was right out of the pages of a medieval fair. It had a ruffled, stiff collar, and a massive skirt with a full crinoline. It was made of a putrid, green velvet, with yellow ribbons criss-crossing their way down the bodice. It was positively ghastly. “I’m not wearing that,” I said, lifting my chin. Being humiliated by the maids was one thing. But wearing a dress like that to dinner? In front of everyone else?

Maybe just for the wedding party? After what seemed like an eternity and a bottle of champaign later we finally found “the one”. Even my cynical ass teared up when she walked out and stood by the mirror. It didn’t take half as long to pick out my maid of honor dress. I didn’t care as long as it wasn’t pastel with big puffy sleeves. Luckily, Mikayla wants all of us to look sexy. “You girls are representing me. If you’re up there by my side, you all have to look hot as hell.”

The maid with the biggest box moved forward and dropped the box before me. She then opened it and my eyes were hit by various beautiful colors all at once. I was looking into the most beautiful collection of dresses I had ever seen. There were a lot of materials ranging from chiffon to silk making my style loving eyes bulge with awe. Another maid came forward and laid her box next to the first one and when she opened it, I let out a gasp as my eyes fell upon the most enchanting pair of shoes I had ever seen. It looked like something Cinderella would wear. I was not sure what type of material it was made of but it was beautiful.

It was humiliating. “Enough!” Liora snapped, slapping at the fingers of the maids who were fiddling with the laces at the back of her dress. Tonight, she wore a deep red strapless gown, the bodice covered in tiny rhinestones. It tapered into a cascading satin skirt that made her feel like a cookie-cutter Disney princess. “Let me help.” Donna trotted over to where Liora was standing in front of the mirror and went to work on tightening the lace. When she was satisfied with the bow, she stepped back and smiled. “You are a rare beauty.”

Tears filled her eyes as she grew sentimental. “I love the sentiment,” Irene said, patting her back. “But if you ruin your hair and makeup, I’m going to kill you. Keep those tears in, girl…” “I’m trying,” Nan whimpered, making me burst out laughing. “Well, try harder,” Irene said, pulling out of her arms. “Seriously… it took me HOURS, Nan.” I smiled at my friends. “As much as I love listening to your bickering, I’m still not sure what to do,” I told them, holding up the gorgeous purple maid of honor dress that Sabrina stitched for me. “I don’t fit in this anymore.”

Should we leave together? "Can we still come back here if we want to?" The maid shook her head. " Unfortunately, we can't. Maids aren't allowed into party halls," her gaze went over me. " I didn't notice that you changed your attire already. No wonder no one is sending you away," excitement showed in her eyes I raised skeptical brows at her. "What do you mean?" "How did you get those clothes? Did you speak with the Alpha? Because that's the fastest way to get such nice clothes," she explained and her eyes darted around with excitement. It looked like she loved the dress.

A maid came in, and she was holding a bag with a dress inside. "Miss Olivia, I am sorry to intrude, but I was asked by the Luna to give this to you. She is having a Lunar gathering tonight, and she wants you to wear this and attend." The maid handed me the dress, and she left me alone. I tore open the bag and took out the dress. My gut wretched in disgust. This was the ugliest dress that I had ever seen. It was two sizes bigger than me, and the colour and design were simply atrocious. Why the hell would she pick this out for me? Did she want to make a fool of me in front of everyone at her party?

I saw Rowan standing in front of a large mirror, as he admired his dressing. “Hey!” He was able to spot me from the door. “Okay I've picked out the perfect dress for you, and……….. Wala!!” His hands pointed in the direction of a beautiful red dress. It had diamonds weaves round it, and puffed at the shoulder joint. “Rowan this is too much, I can't wear this” The quality of that dress, was that worn by princess’ and queens, I'm just a maid. “I can't wear this, I'm just a maid you gave me the right to wear such a dress”