Wedding Dress From Parent Trap Novels & Stories

He was my crush since my childhood days. My dampened mood brightened as I got up and walked excitedly to my small closet. I opened it wide and took out a big brown box. I carried it on my bed and dropped the cover to the floor. My eyes sparkled as I pulled out a beautiful dark velvet off-shouldered bridesmaid's dress. Its design was simple yet striking. It's my mom's and she wore this in her best friend's wedding. I remembered pretty well her story about this dress. That's how she met my father. According to him, he was blown away when he saw her walking down the aisle.

“So this is how you want to play it, Goddess?” I threw open the wardrobe, staring at the silk dresses placed perfectly from side to side. I pulled out one, midnight blue, embroidered jewels. It fit perfectly, as if it had been waiting for me. I was going out there, to end things. To make things right and expose their evil deeds. No one was getting married! By the time I descended the grand staircase, the celebration was already roaring. The great Hall of Silvercrest, my father's pack had transformed into glittering lights.

I slowly fell asleep, Damon still on my mind. I could kill Trish right now, I thought to myself as I stared uncomfortably at the dress I was wearing for the millionth time. How could I have even trusted her in the first place? I checked myself out in the lengthy mirror in the room. The dress was a black and so long it dragged across the floor. It had two thin straps that crossed at the back. The light material that it was made up of was no where to be found at the back, leaving my back completely bare

After the forced apology my father got from me for Joey, they had left me to get changed and find my way to the party on my own, so I literally walked over thirty meters to the venue on foot, looking miserable in the plain dull colored dress I picked to avoid anymore flashy-dresses drama. I had picked out the first dress today because it was a special one. My mom made it three years ago to make me wear it when I found my true mate but I didn't wear it when I felt the bond with Finn and Gamma Thorn because I still miss my mom so much and I always feel like if I don't wear the dress she made me when she wanted me to wear it, one day she'll come back and scold me for it. I don't regret not wear

The original guest list had been carefully vetted after Cole's betrayal, with additional security measures that were invisible but comprehensive. Tara pov I stood in the pack house's main bedroom, surrounded by the women who had become my chosen family. My wedding dress was simple but elegant—ivory silk that flowed like water, with delicate lace sleeves that covered the faint scars from my various battles. My dark hair was arranged in an intricate updo that my mother would have loved, adorned with small white flowers that dad had picked from the pack's memorial garden. "You look beautiful," said Luna Catherine, Alpha Marcus's mate, as she fastened the pearl necklace that had belonged to Hunt

I clarified. “Change could be good for us, and he makes you happy, right? What I’m saying, Mom, is that I think you should go for it.” I met her gaze in the mirror’s reflection. “Marry Thor, Mom!” I joked, causing Mom to laugh at my comment. “Here, you’re done,” Mom said, still grinning. She sprayed some hairspray onto my braided crown hairstyle. I stared at my fresh-faced complexion in the mirror. The dress that they had given me was pretty. It was made from sky-blue lace with a layer of material underneath; it stopped at my knee and was embellished with crystals around the bodice. I’d worn nothing this expensive before.

A loss of breath momentarily stopped me, as did the sight of the item inside. My eyes moved up and met his face. “Zaiden, what is this?” “What does it look like?” “Don’t be smart. I know it’s a wedding dress. What I want to know is, why are you giving it to me?” I pushed the bag off the hanger and pulled the dress free, laying it out on the bed, ogling the exquisite design of this masterpiece. “It belonged to our mother,” he answered. “Don’t worry, this was the dress she married your father in. Not mine. I was just thinking you’d want to take it back with you. As I’m sure she would have wanted you to have it.”

I need a plan that involves my parents but I can't bring myself to look at them, talk more of having a conversation with them. “But you know what's better than this dress?” She asks with a mischievous grin drawing me from my reverie. “What could possibly be better than the wedding dress that is ‘Oh, so lovely’” I mimick her expression from before. She scoffs dismissively at my performance and limps to the closet then she retrieves the widow gown, raising it with a thumbs up, “This.” My lips curve upwards as I reach for the material, “Can I really wear this?”

Boarded a flight hours ago with a man nobody in this family had ever met. But the wedding wasn't just a wedding. The groom was Julian Castellan — the kind of man whose name made rooms go quiet. And if he walked into that ballroom and found no bride waiting for him? He wouldn't just be embarrassed. He would end them. Their company. Their name. Everything her father had spent thirty years building would collapse in one afternoon. Her parents had already decided how to fix it. "You'll wear the dress," her mother said. "You'll marry him instead."

asked Jake, looking at Alena, whose mouth was agape. Her clear eyes widened in surprise. She had never seen such a beautifully designed wedding dress before. Wait! If she remembered correctly, wasn't this the dress her mother wore in her parents' wedding photo? “This wedding dress was designed by a famous French designer. At that time, your father ordered it for your mother at a price of 10 million dollars. This wedding dress was the most luxurious dress of its time. Your mother looked so beautiful when she wore this dress. She looked like a goddess.”