Meghan Trainor Wedding Dress Novels & Stories

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.

Even the Bishop and his assistants looked ecstatic to see the young, happy couple before them. The celebration was grand and joyous. The wedding bells were so loud that they rang throughout the entire kingdom. Speaking of grand, Prince Alexander had called in the finest tailors to ensure Bethany got her dream dress. It was an off shoulder A-line gown, with floral lace on the edge of her skirts. The same lace design was used for the half sleeves that came to her elbows and also the train of her gorgeous dress. Bethany looked breathtaking with bold makeup and a simple transparent veil. Her golden tiara gave the final touch of her princess look.

Freya got dressed into a black knee length dress with thin straps and a purple lace sash around the waist and black flats. I then went to the bathroom and I got dressed into my white lingerie and I stepped into the white ballgown with floral lace cap sleeves with a princess neckline with foral detail through parts of the pleats of the dress all the way to the ground with a 3-foot long train out behind it and a veil with a diamond headpiece that was 5 feet long behind me. Everyone was expecting my wedding to be simple. But I honestly wanted to feel like a princess on this day. And now I really did. This dress was big and extravagent and I left gorgeous in it.

I hate that she’s not here with me. “Maybe,” I whisper, looking at myself again. After trying many wedding dresses, I chose a low back, lace, mermaid gown with a sheer train. It was simple and classy, just how I like it. My hair was up in a voluminous updo with a small stem of white flowers flowing through tastefully.

The look on his face was priceless as he looked her over. Mack couldn’t breathe for a few seconds as he saw her. When they had looked at the place two weeks before, he had made a comment she would fit in here as a little wood nymph. The dress she had chosen was perfect to give her the look of one. It was anything but simple. The form-fitting bodice was white, and the ruffles off to the side were silver. The long train that was following behind her was a grey shade that was between silver and white. It was something he would have never thought she would pick on her own. The crown holding her veil on was perfect. He was sure he was marrying the queen of all the nymphs today. She was beyond gor

She nodded and Queen Lori smiled, “I can’t wait to see your work!” We all walked in and I went straight to the wedding gowns on the racks. I looked through them and found four that I absolutely loved. I went to the dressing room and put on the first one. The bodice was sleeveless with a plunging neckline and the bottom was straight with an eight-foot train that flowed behind her. It had off-white bead work on the bodice and bead work in the shape of a heart with an arrow through it on the skirt. When I walked out, I stood on the platform in front of the mirrors and mom sighed, “I like the style, but I’m not really crazy about the heart.” I sighed, “I think you may be right. I’ll try on the n

When they got back up to her rooms their dresses had been delivered and she turned to Jess and Helena, ‘Who bought these? Why do we need them? I mean, didn’t Caleb pack something for a night out?’ Jess laughed and grabbed her dress, ‘You are questioning getting a designer dress Trina? Get the damn thing on and stop talking.’ She was already stripping out of the jeans she had worn for their trip to the Spa and Trina picked up the stunning white creation with her name on it not even connecting why it was that colour. The top part of it was fitted like an old-fashioned bodice from her breasts to her hips and made from hand-woven lace, her arms and shoulders were bare and the knee-length flared

“It was pretty, sure. But it wasn’t too much. It was all about not being too much. It was about fitting in a box, and Em… You have never really been an in the box sort of person. Sure, you can squish yourself in there pretty convincingly. But you f-king sing opera like a diva, and you shed your bikini top at the drop of a hat on a nice sunny day…” “One time!” “Regardless, you are totally a suppressed drama queen. Your wedding dress needs to be…” Megan shrugged and laughed. “Other level. Like, black, masses of tulle, a train that takes fifteen hundred bridesmaids to keep under control, and a f-king princess carriage to arrive in. Your wedding dress shouldn’t be an apology of politeness, like,