Wedding Dress From Parent Trap Novels & Stories

I lookec back at Mira who was also eyeing the pair,she made a face then turned her back to them, keeping her focus on me. "You'll be moving in with him?" Mira asks nodding her head. "I have to, our parents will be staying there regularly also" I replied huffing out a breath of tiredness. "Yours, to monitor you I presume" she says tapping the rails with her nails. I looked down at the pool then at Mira. She shook ger head at me but I insisted with my eyes. I kicked off my heels and climbed up unto the rails. My mother made me change out of my wedding dress, into a partyy dress of her favor, it was a straight red dress, jewels from the heart shaped bosom to the waist, something Quinn would hav

He stood a few feet away, looking like he belonged in a goddamn magazine, his suit tailored to perfection, his tie slightly loosened, all making him look effortlessly untamed. And he was looking directly at me. Or my lips. His gaze was slow and unapologetic as it dragged down the length of my body My dress wasn’t anything too scandalous, compared to what my mother wanted me to wear. Even a nun could pull off this dress, I had stood my ground threatening to not attend the wedding if she wouldn't let me pick my dress. So she caved. The dress was just a fitted satin gown with a plunging neckline,(my mother wouldn't let that one go) it was courtesy of her obsession with making sure I looked ‘app

After a day passed and nothing happened, I was more on edge. I realized the calm would end at some point and something would happen and when it did, it would be bad. I really didn’t believe my father had given up or Garridan had forgotten me simply because I had kneed him in the groin. Still, everyone else seemed to go on with the wedding festivities, as if my father and his family were not a threat. My dress had arrived. Miraculously, it was a perfect fit. I was relieved to see it was the one Sophia and my mother had agreed upon. Although I would not admit it to them, I liked it, too.

My chances of escaping Ethan after the marriage would be almost zero. The makeup artist finished and stepped back. A knock sounded at the door. Two assistants wheeled in the wedding dress Ethan’s mother had chosen. The moment they unzipped the garment bag, my stomach dropped. The dress was a disaster, heavy with outdated lace and sequins that made it look like something meant for a much older woman. It hung awkwardly, the fabric stiff and unflattering. “I’m not wearing that,” I said firmly, standing up. “It looks like a crime against fashion.”

She always kept the dress in the safe so that she could give it to me as a wedding gift but God didn't grant her wish to see her only daughter in her wedding dress . The dress was a pure white, chest covering dress that symbolizes love. The makeup on my face was so light, bright and too attractive. I went to the balcony, looking at the sky, 'Mom..dad..give me some strength to make you proud of me' saying the silent wordings to my parents and taking a deep breath. I was ready for the marriage. My heart was filled with sorrow and pain, but I knew..I knew my mother was watching me from the clouds and felt proud of me.

"Tonight, we will end the war by forming an alliance. We are gonna make history. And you're the key to making it happen." Before I could say another word, Dad opened the door and left the room. I had a bad feeling about this. But I didn't hesitate to put on the expensive red dress. Dad didn't like arguing, and I wasn't about to ruin this special day of mine. The dress fit like a second skin, hugging every curve from my waist to my hips without a single wrinkle. It had a daring, deep V-neckline that showed off just enough skin to be dangerous, and the skirt hit the floor in a sleek mermaid cut that trailed behind me like a pool of blood.

We said our vows as written by the wedding planner and the PR team who worked for the Cross family. Our wedding was the talk of the town for the last year. Two years ago, as soon as I finished my degree, I was summoned to America by my father. I’d left my entire life behind to be here with Allister. I had to move my entire network down here. My wedding dress was chosen by my father, the big puffy dress wasn’t my style or something I’d ever choose for myself. But to make my father happy I did what he asked, no questions asked. I looked like a unicorn and a care bear threw up on me, my dress not only had silk, lace, pearls, diamonds and at least three other jewels on it. The large about of itc

It didn't bother me when one of them found their mate, after all I wanted all my pack members to find their mates and be with them considering I couldn't be with mine. I sighed and pulled out one of the photos I kept hidden in my desk to remind me of how far i've come. It was a picture from my seventeenth birthday party. My parents had invited some of the allied alphas and their children and of course most of my pack was there. My mother had originally bought me a gorgeous silver dress that had cut in a curved V to accentuate the curves in my breasts. It was strapless and had a low back too. Elstan had flipped the fuck out about it and demanded I wear something less revealing. I had settled

"We need to give a very good performance tomorrow at the dinner at my parents house. I could order a dress for you if you don't have one." "I have a dress." "Good. We would leave by six. Get ready before then." He said, leaving my door. I closed the door, walking to my closet. I picked out the nude coloured dress Bella dropped here for me, pairing it with some gold accessories. Dinner with the parents. Noah’s mum was nice, but Noah’s dad, things seemed really stiff between them. And what Noah said about his mum's dying wish for him to get married? But she looked healthy.

I see she’s back to her usual self again. I make my way upstairs, confused about why I need to look nice. It’s not like he’ll look at me—Tara made that clear. I’m sure his type is more like Beverly. The rest of the wolves love her, and I have no doubt my parents will stop at nothing to get their beloved daughter with someone as high up as an Alpha. I step into my room and see the dress my mother has picked out. It’s a light blue summer dress with thin straps and white lining across the hems. Buttons run down the middle, and a small bow rests at the center of the bust.