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My thoughts are so divided right now. I’m supposed to be fully focused on the basics of making different types of corsets, but my mind has been on my wedding dress. I know Olivia is good at what she does, but I’m so nervous. What if there’s a flop with the dress? She's human, after all. The wedding is in three weeks. I know I should be grateful that she went all out to squeeze my dress into her already-booked schedule. I pray this dress will turn out just the way I imagined it would.

Leaving Marcus in the grand hall, I hurry to my new workspace, eager to lose myself in the comforting rhythm of sewing. Blocking all thoughts of Marcus away from my mind, I busy myself with creating Reina's wedding dress. For hours, I work my ass off, the soft fabrics whispering under my fingers as I stitch, the wedding dress slowly taking shape. Time slips away, and before I know it, the room is dark, and my stomach rumbles with hunger.

“I knew it! I knew this one was yours the second I saw it. And lucky for us, I know a seamstress who can make it, exactly like this, but tailored to you.” “Really?” I ask, glancing up at her, heart lifting. “She made my dress for my Luna ceremony when I joined Marcel's pack,” Piper says with a fond smile. “She’s brilliant. We should go see her tomorrow. That way she can get started right away.” I nod my head, feeling a flicker of real excitement settle into my chest. “Tomorrow it is,” I say softly, fingers brushing the edge of the page again. The three of us sit there, our heads bent close over the magazine. For the first time, the wedding feels real, not just an event to plan, but something

She left the room. Ovan closed the door and walked in. At this moment, Janelle had 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, Ovan looked at her working seriously. This was the first time that he saw her drawing. It was an ordinary pencil. The tip of the pen seemed to have been played with magic. There were only a few strokes. On the white paper, it had already shown the general appearance of a wedding dress.

Rylee I ended up choosing another black wedding dress. Not the no I liked with the butterflies on it. But this one is good too. The fabric drapes off my shoulders like liquid silk, and the hem trails slightly along the floor, adorned with black sequins that glimmer like stars in the night sky. The slim waistband accentuates my curves, while the V-neckline is both seductive and solemn.

Hidi doesn't pause for my response, taking my stunned silence as invitation to continue. "Wedding updates!" she announces, sweeping back a golden braid that has fallen forward over her shoulder. Her warm, substantial hand covers mine with a light pat that somehow feels more like claiming than comforting. "My gown is nearly finished. Just the final pearl applications left. They're using genuine ones from the Swaley beds, naturally. Fifty seamstresses working in shifts around the clock! Can you even imagine? It's going to be absolutely perfect." I manage a soft sound that could pass for agreement or admiration. She pivots to face me fully, radiant as summer sunshine.

Edra even suggested incorporating traditional Luna embroidery—symbols of unity and strength—into the hem. And for the Luna ceremony gown, Daniella requested something simpler yet regal: a long cloak made of moon-hued velvet, trimmed with silver thread, echoing the stars. Daniella also insisted on choosing her wedding jewelry from the small, family-run shops within Riverdale’s territory, a decision that warmed the hearts of many locals. It wasn’t just about supporting local businesses—it was about belonging. She visited the quaint little jeweler on the corner of Main and Willow, where Mrs. Alden, the silversmith’s wife, had been crafting pieces by hand for over thirty years.

“He was practically knocked out. Wait until he sees the full entrance.” “This dress is perfect,” Lisa agreed. Beauty tugged at the heavy skirt. “It’s the size of a full living room. I feel like a walking chandelier.” “It’s just for your grand entry,” Jessie said, brushing out one of the sleeves. “You still have seven more outfits to go.” “Seven? Why did we agree to that again?” Shelley groaned. “This is a wedding, not a red-carpet premiere.” Jessie rolled her eyes. “That’s what the wedding planner recommended. And last I checked, her word was final.”

Oh dear, Raine slammed her lips shut and then whispered in my ear, "An evil witch has taken over the body of our sweet Genevieve." Yeah, not so much of a whisper, because Genevieve heard that and replied before I could do as much as say a word. "Please see me as the evil monster who will take your soul if you ruin my five months' worth of work. Bridesmaids, it's time!" I rose to my feet, the diamonds in my ball mating dress shimmering in the entire room. The bridesmaids formed a circle around me as we had practiced, the length of the glorious dress and the extremely long veil forming a large pool on the floors.

I was sound asleep the night before the wedding when a video call from my best friend, Eve, came in. “Aisling, my wedding’s starting in half an hour. Where is my maid of honor?” I pulled back the curtains and stared in resignation at the still night at one in the morning. “Eve, what are you talking about? It’s not even dawn. Who gets married in the wee hours? You’re working overtime as my alarm clock.” It was a pause on the line until Eve’s camera shifted to the blue skies behind the groom. “Are you still asleep, Aisling? It’s morning. “Our families have arrived. Everyone’s waiting on you. Get here quickly.” The call ended, and I snapped awake. Judging by the family members caught in