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Jared's movements were incredibly stilted. He needed to look at the design while also keeping an eye on the tulle in his hands. Both of his hands were covered in angry red needle marks. Selena didn't dare imagine how terrible his hands must feel right now, given how swollen they were. Her eyes widened in shock as she slowly walked over and sat down opposite him on the floor. "Jared… Your hands… Why are you doing all this? I didn't believe Mom when she told me about it. You're really sewing a wedding dress?

I smile gratefully and rush for it, taking a seat. As I finish my makeup and my hair, I quickly stand darting for my dress. Of course, Sukie chose a witch theme for her wedding so we, as the bridesmaids, are wearing a form fitting purple silk dress that falls to the floor with a small train, and a neckline low enough to sport my breast perfectly. The long sleeves are intricately designed with lace depicting a moonflower pattern.

They knew each other, and their relationship was not ordinary. Angela was clever and did not say anything. She left the room. Harry closed the door and walked in. At this moment, Stacy calmed down and was concentrating on drawing the design. Because of the guest's request, the wedding dress should be a chest-wrapped one. This one should match with the fishtail dress, and this type of dress required a very nice figure. Standing behind her, Harry looked at her working seriously. This was the first time that he saw her drawing a picture.

“This is Cece’s limited edition. I think the fitting design suits you! “Look at this one… The fishtail design makes you a queen! “Wow, let’s go for this one! It has crystals all over the chest. It’s Vouk’s haute couture!” Cordelia looked at her while smiling. “You’re putting more effort into picking the wedding dress than I am. Are you going to pick one for yourself?” Zennie blushed. She looked down shyly. Cordelia seized the opportunity to say while smiling, “Zennie, can you be my maid-of-honor?”

Audrey I sat hunched over at my sewing machine, carefully guiding the delicate silver fabric under the needle. The Equinox Masquerade was just days away, and I was determined to make a statement with my gown. I had spent weeks sketching designs, sourcing materials, and now, finally, bringing my vision to life.

"It's just a small tear. I can fix it." "You always can." She stood in the doorway of my Azure Loft studio, her designer heels clicking against the concrete floor. Everything about Evelyn Westvale screamed old money—except for the worry lines creasing her forehead. "That's why I came to you instead of hiring someone else." The wedding dress hung before me like a ghost. Layers of imported French lace, hand-sewn pearls, a train that would photograph beautifully cascading down the Crystal Ballroom's marble steps. Six months of work. Six months of stitching my sister's dreams while mine gathered dust in the corner.

I don't know what was done to the dress, but it was ten times better than it looked the last time I saw it. My wedding dress, a masterpiece, hugs my body with an impeccable fit. The tulle veil gracefully drapes over my head, flowing gently behind, framing me in an ethereal aura. The gown boasts spangle sequins adorning the sleeves and the body, catching the light with a subtle sparkle. The sleeves, extending gracefully to my knuckles, add a touch of sophistication. The Queen Anne neckline adds regal allure, framing my collarbone with timeless grace. Every detail harmonizes to create a dress that embodies the essence of romance and refinement.

I've been pregnant for six months, but my Alpha mate, William, has delayed our mating ceremony 29 times. He's waiting for his adopted sister, Rita, to find a mate so they can have a "two-couple mating ceremony." The 30th time I altered the waist of my beloved mating ceremony dress, the bridal shop assistant looked embarrassed, "Miss, this dress really can't be widened anymore. How about you choose another one?" Disappointment rose in my throat like bile. I called William, asking when the ceremony would finally happen.

but does my heart ache watching them throw a football back and forth. Clara wanted me to meet her for wedding dress shopping today. I didn’t wanna go but you know Clara she would have just dragged me here whether I like it or not. “Wow. Lily, this is the one,” Clara nods. “I agree,” Rose smiles with tears in her eyes. Jenny couldn’t make it today. I wish she could have been here. The dress is beautiful. Ball Gown strapless heart shaped neckline, with lots of crystals. This wouldn’t have been my choice of dress but I don’t care I just want to go.

"This one, Hubby. It's beautiful." Evan nodded and said to Sarah Kate, "Okay, let's seal the deal. You agree to focus only on my wife's wedding gown and nothing else." "Yes, sir." Sarah Kate smiled and suggested, "For the right price." "Money is not an issue with me," Evan claimed. The designer glanced at Shantelle and reported, "By the way, I forgot to mention how the dress will be embroidered with over three hundred thousand gems. So, on that day, you will be a shining star."