Maria Brink Costume Novels & Stories

The following day 5:00pm Mariana glanced at herself in the mirror. The dress she wore was really mesmerising and expensive. It was a sequin, sexy gold evening bridesmaid V-neck long dress. A pair of crystal earrings dangled from her ears, the only pop of colour that was in loving contrast to her lips. She grabbed her purse and headed downstairs to meet Marcello, who was waiting for her. As she descended the stairs, a hungry look overtook Marcello's face as he took her in.

“My makeup must be better than hers! You hear me? Everyone must know I’m the bride.” Everyone bursts out laughing, while I shake my head, giving her a little squeeze. The door to the large room we’re in opens, and Marina comes in. “I saw Marc but I couldn’t find you,” she says the second her eyes land on me. She’s dressed in a scarlet dress that clings to her skin like cling film. It’s a floor-length dress with extra fabric on the bodice, making her look like a butterfly. Every married woman in the family is expected to wear red, while the single ones would wear black.