Wedding Dress From Parent Trap Novels & Stories

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.”

"She brought a kid to pester her ex-boyfriend?” “Look at what she’s wearing. How did she even get in…” Every word stabbed into my heart like a knife. “That’s nonsense!” I pointed at Shawn, trembling with anger. “You were the one who let Jessica wear the wedding dress and made me wear a bridesmaid’s dress!” A gasp rippled through the crowd. Jessica’s expression changed instantly, and then she put on a pitiful expression. “Ms. Larrinson, how can you twist the truth like that? You were the one who thought the wedding gifts Shawn gave you weren't enough…”

I took one last glance at the dress that would never belong to me. If this ceremony was never for me, then I won't stay for it. ... The phone screen lit up with mother's words: [Your dad tore up the mating ceremony invitations, saying our family can't be humiliated like this. People are all saying you're a desperate woman trying to force a mating ceremony because you're pregnant. Hunny, how long are you going to drag out this mating ceremony?"] I tilted my head back, suppressing the sourness in my eyes. Then I quietly scheduled an induced abortion a week later.

“It’s best this way, Elena. Trust me.” “Trust you? I glared at him, my eyes watering fast. “Dad, you were supposed to bring me to the airport. You helped me pack for Paris and-” I stopped mid-sentence. My eyes fell on my dress. It was a simple white flowing dress. My father had bought it as a going-away gift and insisted I wore it this morning. My heart sank as clarity slapped me in the face. It was never a gift. It was my wedding gown.

River's POV: The black dress my dad bought for me to wear to the dinner was strapless, above the knee, and a bit too tight. I could barely breathe in it, and I had no idea what material it's made of, but it felt almost as strong as plastic. It really cinched my waist and accentuated my curves perfectly. I paired it up with ankle strap heels, a pearl necklace, earrings and bangles. I made sure I put on light makeup. I didn't want to come out as desperate.

My father's eyes used to light up when he would tell me how beautiful, my mother was in her full white wedding dress, how she took his breath away when he first saw her. I cannot wait for Beven to see me in the beautiful, full-length wedding gown my aunt Sasha has made, from the diamante bodice to the full skirt of delicate handwoven Altundral lace, of course, my father insisted on a diamond tiara and mum on the long trail. I stand in the mirror as I look at my reflection, today I actually feel like a princess, I giggle as my mum wipes away a tear as she says. "You look so beautiful Deliah Blue."

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.

My eyes fall on the wedding gown. It’s too beautiful for someone like me. I don't deserve it. Movement outside pulls me into action—Tristan’s mother will enter soon, and I need to cover myself. I hurriedly get dressed, slipping into the long, flowing gown, and putting on matching jewelry. The door opens, and Tristan’s mother peeks inside. “Can I enter now?” “Yes, please.” A smile curves her lips as she walks in. “Sit,” she commands, pulling out a chair in front of the dressing mirror.

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