Novel & Cerita Mal's Wedding Dress

“I will make it a hundred, my account officer will send the money to your account as soon as I get back to the office” “Very well then” They shook hands again and Malcolm left. He was going to ask her to be his bride on her birthday, he just hoped everything goes well. After leaving the place, he went over to get her a dress. He wanted to get everything for her himself and he found the perfect dress. It was a long gown that was endowed with diamonds from the cleavage down and the back was bare. It was just the perfect one for her. ……… Unawares of what was going on, Aurora went about her day like every other day and when it was time to leave, Malcolm’s car was parked outside patiently waiting

Makeup artists moved around with brushes and curling irons while bridesmaids darted back and forth carrying shoes, jewelry, champagne glasses and emergency sewing kits. Allison sat near the vanity glowing beneath the soft lighting while Matt’s sisters and cousins crowded around her in awe over the dress. “You look sickening, in a good way of course.” Malia—Matt’s younger sister—commented. Allison laughed. “Please, I’d prefer beautiful to sickening; Corinne is more deserving of that and more.” She pointed her bouquet at me. “Your look today can get you married for the second time.” I choked on the tea I’d been quietly sipping, hating the sudden attention on me. But I can’t deny that the dress

The jeweler already secured the engagement ring to Melina's band because she wasn't wearing the engagement ring first. Gomez gives a low whistle and I lift my head. The women walk toward us. My eyes only take in one of them. They found Melina a wedding dress on short notice. It's floor-length and tight fitting from the chest down. Lace covers her arms and more of her neck than I care for. She stops walking a few feet from me and my eyes run up and down her body again. Very slowly she turns and shows me the back. Or no back, which makes my dick ache. Her ink is on proud display. I can live with her breasts covered in lace after this view. She continues turning and I'm on my feet stepping forw

The courtyard in front of the villa was on fire. Everything I owned was piled in the middle of the lawn. Mia was laughing, tilting a jerrycan of gasoline over the heap. And my mother's one remaining relic—the gown she had loved most in her youth, the only thing she'd left me—was disappearing piece by piece into the flames. I threw myself at the fire. The heat scorched my cheeks and arms. I felt my skin burn but it barely registered. All I wanted was to pull that gown out of the flames.

We got into the shop and were welcomed with flutes of champagne as Marjorie, the lady attending to us, asked me what style I would like and if I wanted to add a pop of colour to the dress. “The wedding is tomorrow, and I’m sure it’s going to be something short, so I wouldn’t want anything overwhelming since I won’t be spending so much time in it,” I explained. “Well, if the wedding is going to be short, we need to make sure it’s worth the time, right?” Marjorie suggested, and Jade nodded in agreement. She introduced me to a mermaid dress with a low cut in the front and rhinestones around the neck and around the short train. I got into the dressing room and put it on as I felt my heart trying

The first time I went to the boutique to try on wedding dresses, I stumbled upon the staff playing their game of “Guess the Bride.” The big screen inside was displaying the package my fiancé had reserved. Eager to snag the commission, the makeup artist spoke up first: “I remember the bride is petite and delicate. She looks absolutely stunning in a mermaid dress.” The photographer chime in: “She has straight bangs and two dimples when she smiles.” “Oh, right—and a red mole on her collarbone. She looks best in an off-shoulder gown.” I froze right on the spot. I had waist-length, voluminous waves, no dimples, and certainly no mole. The person they were describing fit my best friend—Charlotte Ho

The jeweler already secured the engagement ring to Melina’s band because she wasn’t wearing the engagement ring first. Gomez gives a low whistle and I lift my head. The women walk toward us. My eyes only take in one of them. They found Melina a wedding dress on short notice. It’s floor-length and tight fitting from the chest down. Lace covers her arms and more of her neck than I care for. She stops walking a few feet from me and my eyes run up and down her body again. Very slowly she turns and shows me the back. Or no back, which makes my dick ache. Her ink is on proud display. I can live with her breasts covered in lace after this view. She continues turning and I’m on my feet stepping forw

Noelle I stood in front of the mirror, getting dressed to leave for the bar with Malcolm. As I stood in front of the mirror, getting dressed to hit the bar with Malcolm, I slipped on my red halter-top dress. The fitted bodice hugged my curves, and the short, flirty skirt would surely turn heads. I paired it with black heels, adding a few inches to my height, and finished the look with a bold, silver necklace.

My wolf snarled, but Micheal’s strength overpowered mine. "Are you insane?! Micheal, let me go!" My frantic struggles meant nothing. I felt the zipper of my wedding dress sliding down, scraping against my skin like a brand. "Stop!" I cried out, pain flashing through me as his grip dug into my waist. My wolf whimpered, but Micheal didn’t let go until the dress—my dress—was completely gone. When he finally released me, I crumpled onto the floor, my arms wrapping around myself. My meticulously styled hair was now a wild mess. My body—bare, vulnerable—felt like a broken relic of what should have been my happiest day.