Mal's Wedding Dress Novels & Stories

“Come, come! We’ve been waiting for you!” I blinked. “What is… going on?” She smiled like she’d been dying for me to ask. “Your wedding dress, of course.” “My… what?” Brenda beamed and walked up to me, taking both my hands gently. “You didn’t think I was going to let you walk down the aisle in anything less than perfection, did you?” I stared at her. “You invited a designer and a stylist?” “Not just any designer, sweetheart… This is Giselle. She’s flown in from Paris. And that’s Malia, she styles only royalty and red carpets. I had to call in a few favors.”

This bed was built for royalty and we were the King and Queen. Malachi hooked me up with a dress that seemed to be made just for me. He had me meet with his stylist and she presented me with so many formal evening gowns, I was overwhelmed. But I settled for a very elegant dress that complimented his tux so perfectly, we would most definitely be the center of attention.

The blue color was so faded that if one did not pay close attention, it would be just white. Someone came in and brought a corset and a pair of white footwear. The woman unhooked the corset, "Wait," Kiara interrupted, "I'm pregnant. I cannot wear a corset." The woman ignored her. "You think I didn't consider it first?" She then forced her to put the corset on her body. ***** Dave lifted his eyes from the magazine when the sound of steps was heard. She was already dressed in the beautiful wedding gown. Alice, the boutique's clerk, was leading her, she smiled broadly and asked, "How is Mr. Malion? Do you like the first look?"

However, the maids there didn't really believe her, because they could see how shocked and worried Mila was. "Is there anything we can do to help?" asked one of the maids there, meanwhile, there were three other maids who came into the room, carrying a beautiful dress for Mila to wear. The dress looks so beautiful and red. Yes, Mila's wedding dress will be red and will be followed up with her coronation where she will wear a purple dress, but that is for the next day's event. It was just that, for now, Mila doesn't want to talk about dresses at all. She just wanted to see what happened to him now.

Okay, it didn’t take much convincing, but now we’re going to have to hurry and I still want to give her my present before we go. I leave her in her bathrobe, calling to her sprite friends to come help do her hair. I grab my clothes and step out of the room, going into the next room to change and get ready. Malin could wear jeans to her party and she’d look like she just walked off the cover of a fashion magazine. However, I’ve seen the dress she’s going to wear. She prefers silk dresses that slide over her figure. I know that for her, it’s comfortable. For me, it means I get to show off this woman and because the dress has spaghetti straps, my mark on her neck will be front and center.

Since the day of the engagement party, he was always at her household but still manage to do work for he brings all his documents there. She wore a very modest bridal gown. It is white even though I suggested blue was the color I wanted. Her mother said it was more appropriate to wear white because it symbolizes wealth. Her wedding dress was a turtle neck but used a very intricate lace. Her sleeves were a little loose so the eye it looked like a cape behind her. Her bodice was filled with little yellow gems. The gems were a gift from the marques. Since she was about to become a marques I should abide by this social rules so she needed to incorporate the gems given to her. But really this rul

Obviously to buy a dress, alangan namang mag punta ako rito dahil lang na miss kita diba? Napanis ang ngiti ni Monic pero nagawa rin matawa agad. "A dress for the wedding anniversary of the Mañejas couple. What color do you want? Gold, silver, named it." "Gold wil- oh! Looks who's here." Her eyes darted at me. "Perhaps you know her since you're in the same line." "Ofcourse we're not. I'm higher and much better than her." Nag salubong ang kilay ko at nagka tinginan kami ni Monic, habang si Maliyah naman ay umaaktong sanay na sanay sa ganitong tagpo.

“Yeah, I’m dressed!” I cautiously open the door and find all her dresses she brought laid out on her bed and the mountain of shoes she brought with her all over the floor. Maliyah walks out of the bathroom in a beautiful rose colored dress. It’s a spaghetti strap and the front comes all the way up to her collar bone. It has a pretty floral design in the lace at the bottom of the dress. She twirls to show me her dress. “Do you like it?” The back stops at her mid back with this lace design up each of her shoulder blades and ties together between her should blades.

He kissed my forehead and walked out, his hand lingering on the doorknob as if he didn’t want to leave me just yet. The moment the door shut, it opened again and my three best friends literally danced in, Zendaya, Malik, and Denise. “I am so proud of myself,” Malik declared, eyes shining as he spun around me dramatically, taking in the gown. “Thank you so much, Mal,” I said, smiling warmly. “Oh hush,” he scoffed with mock arrogance. “Didn’t I always say I’d design each one of your wedding dresses? Look at you, you’re glowing. This masterpiece,” he gestured to the gown, “was made for you.”

I frowned. "You look like a vouge model removed out of a magazine. Muah, you look superb." Malia complemented then kissed her fingers to emphasize and I blinked. A small smile carved around my lips as I stared at my mum who was only in a long black and silver armless gown but with tiny straps to hold her shoulder with the clothe, the gown was slitted to a little bit point which was higher than her knee point, exposing her beautiful tan skin while my dad was dressed in a obviously multimillion dollar black tuxedo with red shirt underneath and a black Gucci show to go with it. They looked so good in it and it spoke out their wealthiness and the amount of power they had.