Wedding Dress From Parent Trap Novels & Stories

Her eyes were red and swollen as she choked out, "Please don't be upset, Victoria. I've returned your wedding dress exactly as it was. It's all my fault. Please don't argue with Zach because of me." My gaze fell on the dirty hem of the wedding dress. The once pure white wedding dress now had a corner stained with obvious dirt, looking grimy. Some unknown liquid was smeared on the other side, giving off an unpleasant scent that seemed suspiciously like semen. Suppressing the urge to gag, I covered my nose and coldly asked, "What's this on the wedding dress, Mary? Are you deliberately doing this to disgust me?" Zachary's expression immediately darkened. He cut me off and said, "Why are you mak

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.

But between my mother, Katherine and Candice, along with a few other ladies, were able to pull it off, and the men were amazingly helpful in making sure everything was set up and ready to celebrate my moment; our moment. “Hello, sweetheart. Are you ready?” Mom asked as I tried my Ivory wedding dress, looking at myself in the mirror. The dress was elegant and sexy, a sweetheart neckline with lace in between my breasts, laced long sleeves, and a flowy train in the back, which easily converted to a short one after tearing it at the bottom. Despite my age, it made me look and feel young. “No, Mom. I’m freaking out,” I replied, fidgeting with my hands before she held them to comfort me.

Jared urged excitedly. Jared let out a wolf whistle when I stepped out from the dressing room, wearing the white dress. The dress looked better on me than it did on the mannequin and Nathan had done an excellent job. The dress reached until my midthigh and it wasn’t too short that it would be inappropriate for the engagement party where we’ll have a lot of family over to celebrate. The straps were thin and only made the plunge seem far more dramatic. I wasn’t someone who had big breasts so the dress seemed very tasteful from the front because there was no serious cleavage, you could only see my collarbones and the sides of my breasts peeked out a little.

It was an off-the-shoulder gown made of ivory silk that clung to my curves before flaring into a dramatic wave to the floor. The bodice was encrusted with thousands of micro pearls and diamonds that shimmered like dew drops, making the dress look even more magical. It had only been forty-eight hours since Lucas released those photos, trying to brand me a nobody and a slut and even though marriage had been the last thing on my mind, I had no other option but to agree with Damien. Getting married was going to help tone down the scandal and also fetch us more business opportunities as always. I had been scared my parents weren’t going to be in support, but I was wrong. They supported happily, a

As if the world needed any reminder that Ciara Lemptons all but public-fucked a man thrice her age. Maybe if I choose not to go for the wedding she wouldn’t notice? Who am I kidding, she definitely wouldn’t notice. I could hit her up the next day with a ‘lovely dress yesterday’ text and she would probably reply with something like ‘whatever’ without ever knowing better. But my mom and her dad … and my dad would definitely notice my absence. The dried up daises next to the watered roses. Sighing again, loudly this time, I grab another dress, a mauve trumpet, and hold it up at my reflection.

A secure home was all I knew and frankly, I was too afraid to give that up. "Pull it any tighter and I'll puke my guts on this dress!" I snapped at the modiste. The dress was pretty. It was strapless with a sweetheart neckline that highlighted my full chest. I loved the dress and of course and would not puke on it, but the woman kept trying to tighten the dress beyond what my freaking waist could handle! What the hell was wrong with everyone in the damn world?! First, my parents were being jackasses, trying to foist off their daughter to the Benjamins. And worse, the man I was to marry was also a jackass. And now the modiste was acting up?!

No matter what happens, a deep voice of wisdom echoed in my ears, don't show it, Juliette; don't ever let them see what's inside you; don't hand them the chips to make the right deal. Papa… my heart called out to my father. Staring at the beautiful dress in the mirror, memories of another past conversation flooded my mind…. We were talking about my future wedding, and I decided that I’d wear the Miracle Dress for the ceremony. It was the best number of my favourite designer, so I'd wear only that. The daughter of the richest man should wear the world’s most expensive wedding gown on her big day, I remember saying. Papa laughed his hearty laugh, patted my cheek, and promised that I'll get my

Our eternity starts now! As I stand facing the altar in the grand hall, awaiting my bride, I relive every moment that I have spent with Misha. My parents and Justin are beside me as the music starts and the doors open. "Family Portrait" by Pink starts to play. I look at my mother, who is wearing a black lace sequined dress that Misha picked out for her. She is already starting to cry, but my father looks like he wants to take her here and now. I see myself and Misha in them when we attend our children’s weddings. “Old man, you'd better save it!” I really don't want to stumble in on my parents fucking during my wedding reception.

Was it going to be fatal if I decided to trust him and let him love me? I shivered at my thoughts and decided to push them all aside. I could think of all that later. What I needed to do was get to know Viktor better. So I got out of the shower and grabbed the other dress, out of the two which had been provided for me. My wedding dress was also here and I wondered if I should return it to my mother or burn it. "I'll think about this later. Viktor comes first." So I threw on the dress. It was blue and made out of summer flower patterns. It hugged my upper body and scattered at the waist area before stopping just inches above my knee. I brushed my hair into a ponytail and wore the same heels I