Parent Trap Wedding Dress Novels & Stories

My eyes widened when I saw him coming at us. My heart gave a loud thud and began its jog. He was looking so handsome in a dark blue tailored suit, as it was only made for him. He held the dress which his mother chose for me. He couldn't see my wedding gown. Yeah! We weren't only buying my wedding gown, " Perfect," He smiled and asked everyone to leave. It wasn't a wedding gown. It was a poop pink gown without shoulders and sleeves.

I stayed there on the ground crying my eyes out. “Be ready in thirty minutes, the wedding would start a little sooner than expected by the way wear that dress, I know it would look good on you.” Walter added and then stormed out. I look at the dress Walter picked, it is a beautiful sparkling white off the shoulder mermaid wedding gown, it has a v-shaped neckline which deepened and exposed some cleavage in a non-tacky way.

As each day passed, she found herself looking forward to her wedding less and less. She could only watch helplessly as time dragged her to the day that she had been dreading since she came to this town. She wore her mother's wedding dress, although she changed it a bit still she could see her in it. It was a lacey mermaid dress with a long trail. It was strapless, which showed off her collarbones and her petite shoulders. It beautifully hugged her perfect curves. Her mother's veil adorned her hair.

Hayden was proud to see their daughter looking so beautiful. Genna and Jessica followed. Genna wore a light purple strapless dress. Her smile told Hayden the whole story. Jessica's dress was light yellow and strapless, too. It showed off her figure well, especially her breasts. Darrel, her husband, was here, as were her children. Abigail told Hayden that this was the first time since her marriage to Ranger that Darrel had attended a family gathering.

Chapter 19 April It's been four days since we got back from the trip and two more days to the grand wedding. I'd gone with Megan and Vanessa for our final dress fitting and everything was sheer perfection. As her Bridesmaids, we settled for an ankle-length Straight burgundy gown made from thick chiffon material. It had a low neckline that highlighted our cleavage. I rubbed King lee's head as we watched one of my favorite shows on Tv. And for the umpteenth time today, Jordan called me again and like i did before, i didn't respond to his calls.

Conall suggests. “Lunch out would be nice.” His mom smiles. There are some excellent spots nearby for lunch. The last time they visited, we didn’t have much time because their stay was shorter, but now we can make up for it. I'm excited to see their reaction when they find out we'll be getting married while they're here. We have everything prepared. I have my dress—it's not fancy, but I love it. It's a simple lace V-neck dress that reaches the thigh, with charming small patterns on the fabric and straps. Conall has a black tux with a white shirt. We also have the rings. Everything is sorted. All we need to do is show up. I am eager to become his wife, and before our little one arrives.

Marissa POV Catherine helped me dress for my second wedding in five years. Designer gown, this time cream silk that cost more than most people's cars, elegant and understated. Nothing like the elaborate white dress I'd worn when I married Chris, the dress with the cathedral train and hand sewn pearls and enough tulle to outfit a ballet company. That dress had represented dreams. Hope. Faith in love and happy endings. This dress represented reality. Strategy. Clear eyed acceptance of necessary alliance.

Not that I was marrying a stranger, or that my wedding was a business transaction dressed up in white silk and lies. A soft knock interrupted my spiraling thoughts. "Celeste?" Mom's voice, thin and fragile, came through the door. "Come in." She entered slowly, Dad and Lily trailing behind her. All three of them looked wrong in their formal attire—like children playing dress-up in borrowed clothes. Dad's suit was nice, probably the nicest he'd ever worn, but he kept tugging at the collar as if it were choking him. Lily's bridesmaid dress—another of Killian's selections—made her look older, sadder.

The original guest list had been carefully vetted after Cole's betrayal, with additional security measures that were invisible but comprehensive. Tara pov I stood in the pack house's main bedroom, surrounded by the women who had become my chosen family. My wedding dress was simple but elegant—ivory silk that flowed like water, with delicate lace sleeves that covered the faint scars from my various battles. My dark hair was arranged in an intricate updo that my mother would have loved, adorned with small white flowers that dad had picked from the pack's memorial garden. "You look beautiful," said Luna Catherine, Alpha Marcus's mate, as she fastened the pearl necklace that had belonged to Hunt

Now she wanted to go through them one by one. Number 1 was a complete failure because Keyla saw at first glance that they didn't have what she was looking for. She didn't even know what she was looking for herself, but her gut told her that she wouldn't find her dress there and so far she could rely on her gut. Arrived at the 2nd store, she saw it from afar. A beautiful strapless wedding dress with dark red roses, a wide gathered skirt and a long train. It was tied at the sides with rose-red ribbons and a vine pattern ran up from the waist to the chest, also the deep red of the roses.