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It gave a very classic distinguished look. Now it was the girls turn and they all chose a black dress they liked to model to see which style would be the one they all wore except Rosalie, being the maid of honor, she was to wear red per Becca’s orders. Becca picked a dress for her she was in love with to try on.

“Well you got asked.” “Yes beta try on the dress I'm sure Alpha is getting suspicious of your whereabouts.” Kendall alerted. Mirabelle goes to the changing room and changes into her maid of honor dress and comes out looking fabulous and pretty. “Perfect.” I clapped. “I love it.” Vanessa praises. “Me too.” “This is the dress Beta I love it so much cousin.” Rochelle blew her a kiss which Belle catches and blows her a second. “You got her to pick the dresses but what about her wedding dress?” I ask.

When the maid saw the grim look on her face, her eyes widened with surprise, why was she so mad when everyone else was joyful? “What is it?” Riley asked harshly and moved to the side so the timid maid could walk in. She held a beautiful dress on a hanger delicately and Riley arched an eyebrow at her. “What the hell is that?” She asked. The maid was so shy, that was because she had never seen Riley this way since she started working for her. “It’s an evening dress, the king said I should bring it to you to wear for the night.” She replied, staring down at the carpets and stretching the beautiful dress at her.

she pressured me. I rolled my eyes. "fine," I said. I took the magazine from her and looked at the dresses carefully. All of the dresses were simply beautiful. I was awed. I finally settled on the purple one. "I think I'll take this one," I said. "Really? I was actually going for this one too!" She said. "So it's settled then. Your dress as my maid of honor will be made today. Now I know that you are not going to run away from me once again." she said.

The friendship that had developed between my best friend and my future mother-in-law was still surprising to witness—two women from completely different worlds united in their determination to make this day flawless. "The photographer wants a few final shots before we head downstairs," Jennifer announced, her maid of honor dress a stunning shade of deep emerald that complemented her complexion perfectly. She'd lost weight from stress during my hospitalization, but today she glowed with the satisfaction of someone who had orchestrated a celebration worthy of a fairy tale.

“The love that I get from this pack has been overwhelming.” “Just Esther,” I force a smile. “Oh! I’m honoured to be on a first-name basis with my maid of honour.” I nod, looking at her purple evening gown. “I love your dress, it’s beautiful.” “Thank you, my fiancé bought it for me. Where do you get yours? I heard Hilda say she didn’t pick it. Do you know who did?” “It was Aiden, we just made a stupid bet,” I say dismissively.

“It looks amazing. Do you want to try it on?” Mel glanced at it and shook her head. “On second thought, why don't you choose your dress first?” “What? No.” I shook my head but Mel always managed to have her way. “Please, show the dresses in the color I told you.” Mel smiled at Daya. She nodded and immediately, a hanger with rows of burgundy dresses was wheeled in. “You are my maid of honor, you know that right?” I hadn't even thought about it so I shook my head.

What kind of maid of honor has bags under her eyes this deep? But that was why God created make up. "Today is the day," I thought to myself, looking at the maid of honor dress hanging behind me. There was a window in the bathroom and the sunlight from outside shone brightly on it, causing the dress to glimmer beautifully. I just have to wear this dress and get through the day. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

She wanted everything to go perfectly so that her plan would also go perfectly. When the maid took out the dress from its protective cover, Hazel was stunned. The dress, just like everything in this realm, was black and gloomy. 'This can't be happening!' Hazel said to herself when she saw the dreary dress. She could not believe that her plan will not be possible. "That is not my dress!" Hazel said to the maid angrily. "It is!" The maid said bringing the dress closer. "Just try it on," the maid coerced Hazel till she agreed.

Another lie in a marriage built on lies. The maid's dress was too large, hanging shapeless on her frame. The fabric was rough against her skin, a constant reminder of her new status in their eyes. She folded the blue silk carefully, running her fingers over the material one last time before opening the door. Emily and Lora waited just outside, twin expressions of satisfaction on their faces. "Here," Mona said, holding out the dress. "It's yours. It always was, apparently." Lora snatched it from her hands. "It looks better on me anyway. Blue was never your color."