Meghan Trainor Wedding Dress Novels & Stories

Four dozen guests arrived at Antonio's penthouse, transformed into an all-white palace-like setting with trees and floating candles lining the aisle. Megan stunned, naturally, in a strapless ivory gown with a sweetheart neckline, designed with the help of her sister Mitch, who told Clear her sister "was so adorable to let me" spearhead the wardrobe efforts. Megan's POV I heard the song start as I was about to enter and walk down the Isle. I decided to enter with "Perfect by Ed Sheraan. The girl's version of the song. " It felt as the perfect song for the day because I had really found the man who shared my dreams and hoped that we were going to share a home. As I entered, my eyes were only s

When I am finally feeling brave enough to step into the light, Melanie, Meghan, and Summer all stand and clap. "Oh Cordelia, you look so lovely," Melanie coos. "Go on, step onto the platform, and see for yourself!" With a little bit of assistance, I step onto the raised platform. Surrounded by mirrors, I can see myself from all angles. The small rhinestones sewn onto the lace sparkle in the sunshine, creating a rainbow cascade of light that bounces off of the walls. "It's missing something," Meghan insists as she crosses the store, grabs a veiled tiara, and places it on my head. It is trimmed with the same lace as the dress, "There! Now you look like a princess bride."

She asked with Greta looking at me in anticipation of my answer. Obviously none of them saw me leave with Victor. “It was no one. Just some guy.” “Well he has you smiling.” Maeve said. “Can we focus?” I said to both of them as they laughed. Greta got into her wedding dress, I applied the accessories and her Mom came in to wear her shoes for her. Some kind of tradition in their home. Her bridesmaids came in all dressed ready for pictures. I excused myself to get dressed. I got to my room and put on the brown straight gown I had designed for myself. There was a little opening in front with a long sleeve down the back, bringing out my perfect figure. I wore my heels and headed downstairs.

My dad says resting a hand on my shoulder. “She is perfect.” I say still smiling at my Mate. Her dress matches her elements as my tux does, only I feel under dressed compared to her, her dress is a long sleeve lace that is dark purple from the arms down to her waist and underneath it’s a dark blue satin that touches the floor with a slit opening the front you can see dark green layers underneath to puff out the dress then her train is lace that fades from black to dark red with a white trim making it look like it’s on fire and I can see one of her shoes that look really high it’s a wonder she can walk in them so elegantly without falling, her sister did an amazing job with our outfits.

She gestures towards the incredibly romantic Caroline Herrera dress that hugs my waist with a tight bodice, the off-shoulder sleeves flowing down in to the flowing charmeuse of the skirt, which sweeps behind me in a five-foot train. “This one,” I say, a little breathless, staring at myself in the mirror. I had never really been the kind of girl who dreamed about her wedding before, but in a dress like this? I am actually starting to feel like a bride. “Oh thank god,” Fiona says, wiping a tear from her eye. “That was my favorite too. If you’d picked the Oscar, you’d have broken my heart.” I laugh a little as she picks up her phone, texting someone. I realize, suddenly, that she’s messaging Ke

Maya smiled as she checked herself out in the mirror, she was nothing short of gorgeous. It was her big day, she was getting married to the man of her dreams again but this time it was consensual. She couldn't wait to become Mrs. Foster yet again. Maya looked like a vision in her wedding dress. The gown was a mermaid silhouette, with a sweetheart neckline and a cinched waist, hugging her curves. The fabric was a luxurious silk, with intricate beading and delicate lace detailing. The train was floor-length, with just the right amount of drama. The overall effect was breathtaking, and Maya looked like a princess in her fairytale gown.

The legendary wedding march began to play, and the large, tall doors opened. As Shane Filan’s “Beautiful In White” played, the wedding coordinator who organized the event started guiding Emerald down the aisle. As she walked, Emerald looked like a vision of elegance and grace. Her wedding dress is a breathtaking creation, a perfect blend of classic and modern design made by an international wedding gown designer. It is made of delicate lace, with intricate floral patterns that trail down the bodice and flow into the soft, ethereal tulle of the skirt. The dress hugs Emerald's figure beautifully, accentuating her silhouette before cascading into a long, flowing train that trails behind her wit

~ Zora My wedding dress was beyond what I could have ever imagined. It was an A-line mermaid style dress that pooled to the floor and had a massive train starting from my waist all the way back like about four feet. My neck to my wrists were covered in transparent flower patterned lace and the best part about my dress was that it was adorned with diamonds. My jaw dropped when Abigail unveiled my dress. It hadn't been adorned before the fitting, now it glittered and sparkled and my body practically trembled as I wore it and was fitted to it.

, he said, trying to get me to engage, but I was too solemn to talk, so I just nodded and affirmed as he kept on talking. I knew everything about the wedding. Anne's wedding gown was made by Meghan Markle's fashion designer, Nelly Bob, and had a thousand hand stitched crystals, costing over a hundred and fifty million. The entourage for the wedding were over two hundred million dollars, and let's not talk about the main event planning, the decoration of the wedding hall cost fifty-five million dollars, and the chefs that were employed were crazy. I knew everything, and it was all to overwhelming to know that they were doing all that with my money, my money, and leaving my company to ruin.