Wedding Dress From Parent Trap Novels & Stories

Shantala replied with the calmest voice she could manage. Thankfully, the man let her go and without wasting any more seconds, she dashed towards the door and opened it. For some reason, what immediately came into her sight was a wedding dress laid on the couch of their living room. It was a strapless dress decorated with beads of clear crystals shaped like droplets of water. Since their apartment was not that big for a family of four, she could already see the kitchen just near the small living room. Her father was there sitting with his head lowered as if the heavy weight of his debt had finally come weighing on him. "What did you do this time?" she asked with an eyebrow raised as she walk

I asked, chuckling nervously as I watched the people buzz around the house. "Oh, come on, Cath. Do you really expect our parents to throw just a simple dinner for their daughter's 30th birthday?" She asked me, and I just stared. I guess I should have known. Mom and Dad were never the ones to shy away from an opportunity to throw a big party. "Now, let's get you dressed for the occasion." And before I could respond, she was already whisking me away from my husband and up to my bedroom. Soon, I was already wearing a sapphire blue gown that fitted me like it was painted on my body.

“Are you sure it’s not indecent to look at what I’m wearing?” Trisha shook her head as she watched her friend. To be honest, she didn’t immediately recognize her earlier. It was only now that she saw her in a gown. It got even better, and Jade wasn’t aware of it. The shape of her body is also perfectly curved, and the old rose color suits her. “Come on, you know Tristan’s parents are coming too. I don’t want to be called liberated,” Jade explained to her friend, pouting. Trisha held her friend’s palm and understood her feelings. She mentioned her video call with Tristan last night since they were at home all night and no bridal shower took place. Her groom-to-be was so serious that he even d

I know I have the merry Dante because I love him. "You look so beautiful. I cannot believe you are my daughter, and I cannot think I will be there on your wedding day. Can you believe that I finally found you? And just before you got married. Approach is something blue, something new and something borrowed. The dress was borrowed because my granddaughter will get married in it one day. However, I brought you something blue, and it is a garter. I brought you some new jewellery. Your future mother-in-law gave the necklace, and I gave the ring and the bracelet. I cannot stop smiling," My mother says. I know she is still hurt, but she will not show it to the whole Italian mafia. She will not sho

Three assistants were standing behind her. Suddenly, my eyes caught a stunning white gown. It had a strapless neckline and was adorned with lace and embroidery. It was the same gown my mother wore on her wedding day. She had shown me pictures of her wedding and she looked so gorgeous in that dress. I touched the soft fabric and smiled. She once told me to wear her wedding gown on my wedding day, but before I had a chance to wear it. It had been traded by my bastard father. He auctioned her gown for ten thousand dollars.

My mother's voice hollered out. “I'm coming. You know it is my wedding they can't start without me." I laughed out, as I picked up the bottom of my wedding dress and started down the stairs. My dress was a princess style all white with lace on the top to cover my shoulders. It was probably the second dress I had tried on and I fell in love instantly. As I approached the end of the stairs I heard my mother gasp. I looked at her and saw a huge smile spread across her face.

The hand of the dress fell, so I could see that he had three marks there, almost like a scar. “I just….I have never imagined myself getting married, not to mention wearing an expensive wedding dress. I wish my son were here to see this. she sniffled, My brows lifted in surprise, “Your son?” She wiped her tears with the back of her hands quickly, but my question remained unanswered. Trish rushed back to the dressing room to change out of her wedding dress. She came back holding the dress in hand. “We have a variety of choices that you can pick from,” Marianne and the customer were approaching us.

Jake remarked. Destiny waited for her father, dressed in that dreadful gown. Her mother had arrived in her room earlier to assist her in buttoning up the dress's godawful long line of buttons that ran down the back. It was a lovely, airy garment that clung to her upper body and flared out at the hips. It was lace-covered and ended past her knees. The sleeveless bodice had a deep v-cut collar and fitted her breasts nicely. The flower wedding veil made of daisies was the finishing touch.

Sabrina's POV I stood in the fitting room and reached for the zipper at the back of the dress. The lace felt stiff against my fingers. I had almost skipped today. Work ran late most days and I told Mike not to wait. But the clinic closed early. I took the chance. I wanted to see how the dress looked. My mom had been so excited on the phone. "My little girl in white. Your dad and I will sit in the front row." My parents spent their savings on this wedding. They own an organic farm in upstate. The farm was their whole life. Twenty years of early mornings and broken equipment. They built it from nothing into something real.

Her daughter yelped in surprise. “Why would you…why would you hit your own daughter? What have I done?” “You dare lie to me.” Pointing at the bag in Noelle's hand, Iris said. “I may be old, but not blind and stupid. Although years have passed, their symbol remains the same. Bridal Heaven, your father got my wedding dress from that exact shop.” Noelle's eyes went wide and she quickly looked down at the bag. She hadn't expected it to draw any sort of attention since it was just a simple design.