Town Shop Bridal Novels & Stories

Fate had a way of putting us in awkward spots. I didn’t say anything. He quickly took off the blindfold and saw that he’d pointed at a bridal shop. “I think this should have come first before that lingerie store,” he mused, breaking the small tension in the air. “Yes, you’re right,” I agreed. “Well, come on. Let’s just get it over with.” The bridal shop was just a few steps away, its window display extravagant yet refined—flowing white fabrics, crystal accents, and soft lighting arranged with deliberate elegance. We’d barely crossed the threshold when a consultant appeared, smiling brightly, as if she’d been expecting us.

“I love you Lina.” “I love you too, Fina.” The following day, we go on a shopping trip to find the perfect wedding dress. The bridal boutique in upscale Manhattan boasts exquisite decor, complete with plush seating areas and opulent chandeliers that bathe the room in a warm and inviting glow. The air is infused with the delicate fragrance of fresh flowers and subtle perfume, further enhancing the ambiance of romance and elegance. The expansive showroom showcases rows upon rows of breathtaking gowns, each one more captivating than the last.

Maria's eyes suddenly lit up with excitement, and she rubbed her nose against Charles' chin, "Great, I've heard that the Chinatown in Brussels is the best Chinese residential area in the world. It has many unique things, even our own country may not have." "As long as you like it." Charles tightly embraced Maria with both hands, savoring her unique fragrance, and placed his lips affectionately on the top of her head. "Ria, let's get married after we go back." "Huh?" Maria blinked in surprise, "Aren't we already married?" "No."

Jean said as she finally stepped back after pulling all my hair back from my shoulders, she had decided to straighten them instead of putting it up together in an updo. I turned to face the mirror, looking at myself clad in a wedding gown. This one wasn’t as exorbitant as the one I had worn two years back. This one was simple. White with silver linings. It hugged me from my breasts to my calves, highlighting each one of my curves that I hated before meeting Jonathan. But the way he treated me, the way he studied my body and everyone his eyes fell on me, he made me feel beautiful. In the past I used to hide my beauty and hated the way I attracted the men's attention, but now with Jonathan I l

A beautiful white carriage was waiting for us and it had the royal seal of a shield with a flame at the center and each quarter represented by the four districts of Reechidre, on its door. We both got in and the coachman rode off in the direction of the castle. The after-party was to be held in the ballroom of the castle and it was only for the sake of introductions and berloida, a special tea drank on weddings and special occasions because of its ridiculous pricing and belief of giving you prolonged happiness. “I was told that I was going to marry the Harlow’s most beautiful daughter,” the prince began and I tensed up, “but you’re not that pretty.”

Mercury, locking my hand in hers and pulling me, said, "This Bridal shop belongs to a friend of my mother's. It's the same place Tiffany Shaw got her exquisite wedding dress; the whole of social media shook!" I didn't care or even know who Tiffany Shaw was, and neither did I want to be there. "That's interesting…" I said, slowly stroking my chin. "You don't know who that—" "Mercury?" We both looked in the direction of the voice, and I felt my heart skip a beat. Why!? Why, now!? At a distance away from us was Mercury's mother and another woman whom I immediately took to be the owner of the shop. I inhaled, deeply, sinking deeper into the mess I'd found myself in.

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"Alright, then. We'll have the family host your wedding in three days." With that settled, I turned to Larissa, took her hand, and said, "Come on. Let's get you some jewelry." She just laughed, clueless but happy to follow my lead. However, the moment we stepped into the upscale boutique, my eyes landed on the trio swooning around Jack Ferguson. Holly was slipping a diamond bracelet onto his wrist, Wren Gibson crouched down to tie his shoes, and Tracy Stewart, black card in hand, was all set to foot the bill.

ASHLEY'S POV "Let's get this over with." Those were the longest words I heard him say ever since his entrance to the room. His hoarse voice which held no sign of emotion rumbled like a distant thunder in the large sitting room that was now occupied by his mother, Jane Jordan - the heiress of Jordan Jewelleries, the dark haired judge who sat by an oak table that had been placed in the center of the room for this purpose, Mother, and I , the I-know-nothing-about-this bride dressed in a knee-length lavender gown and silver stiletto heels, nothing befitting for a bride on her big day.

“And I’ve never been to a wedding with such a unique theme. Hopefully, you’ve set an example for everyone else. It gets boring going to the basic wedding and reception all the time no matter how different the decorations are.” Ava abruptly came out of the memory. Townsend. That was it! Why the name Townsend sounded familiar to her ever since she first heard the name of the town. She knew a woman with the last name Townsend. She had attended her wedding. She had no idea what the woman’s, Catherine’s, maiden name was but it was something.