Parent Trap Wedding Dress Novels & Stories

They had no idea they were preparing a funeral dressed up as a fairy tale. The dress I was currently wearing was the fifth one today, it was a luxurious ivory satin creation with a deep V-neckline, delicate lace appliqués, and a long, flowing train that would look stunning against the lavender fields of Provence. It was beautiful, and expensive. It was the kind of dress most girls dreamed about wearing on the happiest day of their lives. To me, it felt like a shroud. Adrian sat in the corner of the room, exactly where my father had ordered him to be. He was supposed to observe every fitting, every detail of my wedding, as part of his punishment.

They plan on getting married in one of the twenty-four-hour chapels tonight, and they’re spending their honeymoon in one of Vega’s finest hotels. Due to the limited time constraints, my cousin has had to pack every activity she could before the wedding. As soon as we arrived, she had us all change into pastel-colored dresses, took us to a club to get plastered, then made us walk over here to take pre-wedding pictures. Her idea was that all of her bride's maids wear pastel, which is fine with me because it gave me an opportunity to go shopping. Tonight, I’m wearing a short, coral blue-colored, wraparound dress with cami straps that I bought at a nearby boutique. The color compliments my dark

I knew the dress all too well as I had worn that same one before with Ryan. It was designed specifically for mating ceremonies. The strapless gown allowed the male the ability to mark his bride easily and for all to see his claim as the couple walked back down the aisle, but I would rather throw myself down the stairs before I let Alpha Cain claim me. I had resisted going into the gown and had even smeared some blood on the skirt as they pulled it on me to stall in hopes they would need to get a new one, which would give me a few more minutes to come up with an escape plan, but they didn’t care.

Cleo, Thalia, Samantha, Selene, and Zina are all bridesmaids and Apollo is the best man with the other guys, Zeus, Perseus, Adonis, Evander, Christos, James, and Leander all part of the groom's men. The girls have all found their dresses I'm currently looking for a dress that would fit me seeing that I'm pregnant and if one more sales lady gives me dirty looks I'm going to kill them. Penelope wants a red and gold theme for the wedding since Christmas is around the corner. "Phoebe I think I have found the perfect dress for you," Penelope says as she walks over to me. I look at the floor-length red dress, "It's beautiful," I smile as I take the dress.

I winked at them. Serena and Stella. My pretty girls. Stella waved at me and called me, “Daddy!” Serena then followed doing the same. Both waving at me as they walked towards me, happily. I prayed in my heart that they would behave themselves and not ruin the wedding’s decoration. I smiled and could not help to hold back my tears as I saw the love of my life walking towards me, behind my girls. She wore a white dress designed by Tommy Heiser, little Stacy’s uncle. A very expensive dress chosen by my son.

There were ten chairs, five on each side of the altar, positioned facing the guests, where they sat, girls on one side and boys on the other. I couldn't contain myself when the curtains opened and I saw my Catarina there, arm in arm with her father, dressed as a bride. In a simple white dress, with a halter neck tied with long strips of tulle that went around the neck and hung from the bow at the back, leaving her back bare, with a skirt with several layers of tulle and lace applied to the bust and in some parts of the skirt. The dress was light and fluid, and as she walked, it seemed to float in the air. She put my mother's tiara in her hair, tied in an elaborate low bun. I couldn't hold ba

He was my crush since my childhood days. My dampened mood brightened as I got up and walked excitedly to my small closet. I opened it wide and took out a big brown box. I carried it on my bed and dropped the cover to the floor. My eyes sparkled as I pulled out a beautiful dark velvet off-shouldered bridesmaid's dress. Its design was simple yet striking. It's my mom's and she wore this in her best friend's wedding. I remembered pretty well her story about this dress. That's how she met my father. According to him, he was blown away when he saw her walking down the aisle.

The train was long and elegant, extending several feet behind her, giving the impression of floating on air. The back of the dress was just as breathtaking as the front. The lace was intricately woven into an open back design, which gave Sophia an air of elegance and sophistication. The dress also had a sweetheart neckline, which showcased her neck and collarbones Sophia walks into a wedding with just a few people. This is the smallest crowd she has ever seen at a wedding. She couldn’t believe that she doesn’t recognize anyone at her own wedding aside from Alexander and his two bodyguards, she bet they were because of her, Alexander wouldn’t let his $1million dollar prize try to run away rig

In the afternoon ,the designer came and showed us her latest design,mom and aunt also joined me in the selection of my wedding gown and I am grateful that they came cause I wouldn't be able to select the one dress for myself and I want it to be the best gown that will make Richard happy and satisfied. After hours of looking through different types of gown,I finally found the one,its a simple truimpet gown with a sweetheart neckline,embelish with embdoidery and beading. I am bit nervous cause I don't know whether he will like it or not,lets hope for the best. I am now working on my assignment when mom spoke,"sweety,if you are done why don't you go and called your dad and uncle for dinner ?"wh

It was a strapless design with a fitted boned bodice that showcases my figure. The full flowing skirt falls in soft, flowing folds to the floor with layers underneath to create a dramatic ethereal effect. It looked like a dress out of a fairytale “ My fairytale” But all thoughts came to a halt when I remembered that this wedding was not willingly and this might as well be a nightmare where I'm being chased by a monster hot on my trails which was “ Gambino.” I was led downstairs, Papa was pacing around taking a call while Jamelle stood there shooting daggers at me.