Wedding Dress From Parent Trap Novels & Stories

They had no idea they were preparing a funeral dressed up as a fairy tale. The dress I was currently wearing was the fifth one today, it was a luxurious ivory satin creation with a deep V-neckline, delicate lace appliqués, and a long, flowing train that would look stunning against the lavender fields of Provence. It was beautiful, and expensive. It was the kind of dress most girls dreamed about wearing on the happiest day of their lives. To me, it felt like a shroud. Adrian sat in the corner of the room, exactly where my father had ordered him to be. He was supposed to observe every fitting, every detail of my wedding, as part of his punishment.

After a few seconds, my mother noticed me. "Come in. Your wedding dress is here. Your father contacted Mr. Sokolov this morning. He wants the marriage to happen the day after tomorrow and it will be held here. In our house, such a nuisance. And he doesn’t want us to invite anyone to the wedding. Who does he think he is? " Mom exclaimed in disgust. "Don't worry mom, just bear it a little longer," the older sister says. I go and take my wedding dress to my room. It’s a plain white wedding dress with a simple veil. It’s full sleeve and long. It’s also an off-shoulder gown. At least I got a wedding gown. I should be thankful for this.

“Having plenty doesn’t mean you have to waste it.” “Don’t worry.” Fuck, I need a cup of coffee. “I’ll make sure it’s not wasted.” “Oh, Leo,” Venus exclaims, running into the room and slamming her palms over her mouth. “I just saw it.” Her eyes sparkle. “The wedding dress. Oh my God. It’s amazing. She’s going to look so beautiful.” My mother follows on my sister’s heels, wearing an off-white designer suit with black stitching on the collar and a thin black belt. Paired with a black patent leather handbag and shoes, she looks classy and wealthy, exactly the way my father likes her to dress.

I straightened instinctively, spine stiff as a blade, even though my body very much disagrees with this wedding. I walked down the aisle between my parents like some obedient, porcelain bride. Parents whom I’ve known all my life but just met a week ago, after I impulsively decided I wanted revenge against the person who broke my trust and heart. My wedding gown was white and ivory with touches of silver and rhinestones. A corset top fitted tight enough to remind me of every breath I take. A princess neckline that bares my neck and shoulders to the world, an A-line skirt flowing like a lie.

I said as we raised our glasses and celebrated our new-found family as all of us sitting at the table had lost someone we had loved dealt and most specifically our parents. After dinner Liam and I went into our room and that was where I found the clothes that Anna had picked out for me spread out on the bed. The dressed were very beautiful and they screamed power in every way. The dress that immediately caught my attention was a red off-shoulder gown that was a mermaid design. I knew immediately that the dress had been made for me and nobody else. I could already see myself in the dress and I could just imagine the attention I was going to get because of it.

Out of sheer curiosity, I walked over, scouring newer glittering outfits. Muttering “So trashy” I was just about to give up when something caught my eye, a princess wedding dress in embroidered tulle with long sleeves, hidden between the glitzy dresses. It instantly brought back memories of my parent’s wedding, tears silently trickling down from the corner of my eyes.

As a woman, who wouldn't want to have the best, grandest wedding in their life? "Kayde, how about this dress?" But he wasn't paying any attention. Jessica's face dropped but tried to act happy. "Kayden! Jessica! What a coincidence!" Like planned, Mrs. Paige arrived. "What are you doing?" "We're shopping for our wedding," Jessica replied simply. Mrs. Paige took the fifty-dollar wedding dress from her hand and showed it to Kayden. "How can my daughter, the future daughter-in-law of the Andersons, wear such a low-quality dress? Don't you think so, Kayden?"

Not that I was marrying a stranger, or that my wedding was a business transaction dressed up in white silk and lies. A soft knock interrupted my spiraling thoughts. "Celeste?" Mom's voice, thin and fragile, came through the door. "Come in." She entered slowly, Dad and Lily trailing behind her. All three of them looked wrong in their formal attire—like children playing dress-up in borrowed clothes. Dad's suit was nice, probably the nicest he'd ever worn, but he kept tugging at the collar as if it were choking him. Lily's bridesmaid dress—another of Killian's selections—made her look older, sadder.

In those imaginations, the sun shone down on me, the wedding guests cheered and whistled, I had a huge grin on my face, Father smiled down at me with overwhelming love, and I could feel my insides almost bursting with happiness. Today was my wedding day. Father’s remains had become a part of the Earth six feet under. There was no flower tiara, flowing white dress, or sparkly shoes. As a result of my disobedience, Ronan picked out a frumpy, lacy wedding dress and matched it with a dull pair of unfashionable heels. “A man like Tristan wouldn’t give a fuck,” he said when I protested against his pick. “What he really wants lies beneath the clothes anyway.”

I murmured and she smacked my arm painfully. We chatted while she went to work on my face and hair. She mentioned something about Tristan’s father trying to reach out to them and Julian still incarcerated. Good riddance to that son of bitch that had almost ruined my sister’s life. The dress was indeed extra. It was a long flowing, lavender dress highlighted by the lightest silver I had ever seen in my life and the arms came attached with its own gloves that literally shimmered under the light. She had outdone herself this time. Even I had to admit that.