Parent Trap Wedding Dress Novels & Stories

"How can you be transformed into something even more gorgeous than you already are?" Zari softly smiles in her beautiful white vintage strapless lace-fitted wedding dress. Unlike the straightforward style she wore the first time she married in Cancun. Instead, her dress was Paris-inspired. It had a wide champagne sash at the waist that accented her slim, curvy womanly figure. Her hair is pinned with soft gold tiny white flowers to one side. Zari watched the man she loved most ardently come toward her. Devon got down on one knee taking her hand in his as he said.

Ok"mustered and So, I did my best to do just that. Max has hired the best hairstylists and makeup artists on the island, although I protested but then I decided am not that great with makeup so it's best to let the professionals do their thing. After the fuzzing of my hair then make-up, I stepped into my wedding dress. It was the one thing I'd allowed Max to really splurge on I wanted my wedding dress to be the best. It's a strapless white dress with a trumpet silhouette that clung to my body and then flared out at my knees. A layer of lace rested over the bodice, with crystals sewn into the delicate fabric, and of course with a tiara . I feel like a princess."I say as I stare my appearance

The morning sun peeped through the glass stained windows of the cathedral with so much excitement that it made no sense that it's about to witness a union made out of convenience. Isabella standing in front of the mirror with her hair tied in a rough but beautiful bun, she looked beautiful in the Vera Wang lace dress that clung to her curves like a second skin, the off shoulder sleeves bared her collar bones and the lace bodice shimmered with crystals sewn by hand, Alexander had picked this for her, "she didn't even have control over her own wedding dress", she scoffed mentally. Standing there, Isabella wished that her mother was here to tell her that she looked beautiful, she had dreamt of

Frowning, she looked at the row of women standing straight and respectful, but in the end, she didn't crawl back into the warm bed. She lifted the covers and got up, walking towards the bathroom to freshen up, and lazily walked out. The leading woman saw her coming out and directed one of the women holding the wedding dress to come forward. She smiled slightly at Britney and said, "Ms. Hammond, this is your main wedding dress for today." Britney nodded. Then with their help, she began to change into the wedding dress. It was in the pink series that she liked, with a strapless design that was well-cut, accentuating her well-proportioned figure.

That hurt though, but we’ll talk about that some other time. I had picked out a dress specifically for the wedding. It was a Velvet vixen gown, which was made of a jewel-toned velvet fabric and a fitted mermaid silhouette. The gown came with a daring thigh-high slit and a subtle sweetheart neckline, which was just the perfect statement I was out to make. “You say you’re about to leave?” Madam Morello asked me. “Yes yes!” The wedding was slated for 12pm, but this is already 1” “You and Adam have gotten so close for sometime now” She said with a smile.

I smiled, thinking about how irritated Adele must have been with that. And then, the groomsmen and bridesmaids began to enter. My daughter, so beautiful, was first in line. And I was moved by the smile she gave me. She glided down that carpet, in her cotton candy pink dress, which looked beautiful on her and hugged her body like a glove, it was almost too tight. Anderson didn't even bother looking forward, he was totally lost contemplating her. He wore a black suit and the tie was exactly the color of Giovanna's dress, which gave me the answer to why Adele didn't let the guys choose the color of their ties. But those two were beautiful together and his love for my daughter was obvious.

"That is the man you are marrying." An hour later, the air felt lighter as we walked into a small, upscale boutique downtown. Catherine wasn't looking for a traditional, voluminous bridal gown; she wanted something elegant, structured, and grounded. Something that silently communicated her entry into a family that had dragged itself through the absolute depths of hell and chosen to build a sanctuary out of the ash. She found it on a simple cedar rack near the back of the shop: a cream-colored dress made of heavy, raw silk. It was simple, perfectly tailored, and entirely devoid of unnecessary distraction. Perfect.

Sharon put on a new set of clothes and they left. “Mr Bartholomew, take us to the Tia's Closet.” Sharon said as she entered her car with Claire. They entered the boutique and were led to the VIP section, her engagement dinner dress was displayed on a mannequin. It was dark green, with a silver leaf like lace at the hem. A modest split graced the front and it had a short tail at the back. The fabric glistened with the reflection of the rays of light, this wasn't even her wedding dress, but it was breathtaking.

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.

My face is made up like I’m ready to walk the red carpet at the Oscars, and my wild platinum locks have been teased into loose waves beneath my veil. In this dress my father bought for me, I look and feel like a fairy-tale princess. Unlike the medieval-looking wedding gowns worn by descendants of the Brotherhood of Knights, my dress is from Vera Wang’s iconic bridal collection. The strapless draped bodice has a sweetheart neck and a swirling frothy full-length skirt which reminds me of the sea of white roses in the courtyard at home. In a matter of minutes, I’ll walk down the aisle to marry Richard Scarfoni, a man known throughout the country and Europe for his family’s wealth, power, and st