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He said cockily tilting his head to his side, she scowled at him and he burst into laughter at her expression. “ I was just joking Diana, I will marry you right now if you want, Anything for my queen,” He said giving her another kiss while staring at the most beautiful thing that ever happened to his life. “ Oh no my wedding dress is soaked in blood” She cried staring at the dried blood on her hands and her blood-drenched dress for the first time, while she was torturing her brother she had forgotten that she was still in her wedding dress. The entire tip of the beautiful gown is now painted in a deep Scarlett color. She knew her mother wouldn't be too proud in heaven, she had just soaked he

That hurt though, but we’ll talk about that some other time. I had picked out a dress specifically for the wedding. It was a Velvet vixen gown, which was made of a jewel-toned velvet fabric and a fitted mermaid silhouette. The gown came with a daring thigh-high slit and a subtle sweetheart neckline, which was just the perfect statement I was out to make. “You say you’re about to leave?” Madam Morello asked me. “Yes yes!” The wedding was slated for 12pm, but this is already 1” “You and Adam have gotten so close for sometime now” She said with a smile.

I wonder if the others will attend the wedding and will they recognize me? Good fuck, Bella, get a grip on yourself. Two hours later, I finally got into my dress. The dress was a white satin with a deep v-neck, a backless high-slit long dress. It fell on the floor. I didn't wear a veil because this is only a marriage on paper. I did however choose a small tiara. Uncle Michael walked in; he had a blue suit on. He looked at me with a smile on his face and said, ‘You look beautiful, Bella.” He smiled.

Celeste I stood in front of the mirror for twenty minutes, checking every detail. The cocktail dress Nora had selected was beautiful—emerald silk that brought out my eyes, elegant without being flashy. I'd practiced my talking points until I could recite them in my sleep. My makeup was perfect. My hair was styled exactly how the professionals had done it for previous events. I was ready. I could do this. I had to do this. The Four Seasons ballroom was beautiful, all crystal chandeliers and white tablecloths. I walked in with my head high, prepared to prove I could handle being Killian's wife even when he wasn't here.

High-society guests in tuxedos and silk gowns sipped champagne, whispering about the power of the Knight-Raza merger. Maya Raza stood before a floor-to-ceiling mirror, a vision of cold perfection. Her wedding dress was a masterpiece of French lace and hand-stitched pearls, the long train pooling around her like a silver cloud. Her diamonds caught the light with every breath. She adjusted her veil, a triumphant smile touching her lips. Today, she wasn't just marrying a man; she was becoming the wife of Aryan Knight. She was winning. The Vanishing Groom In the west wing, Mr. Zaid Knight straightened his cuffs and marched toward Aryan’s suite. "It’s time, son," he called out, pushing the heavy

Her eyes were red and swollen as she choked out, "Please don't be upset, Victoria. I've returned your wedding dress exactly as it was. It's all my fault. Please don't argue with Zach because of me." My gaze fell on the dirty hem of the wedding dress. The once pure white wedding dress now had a corner stained with obvious dirt, looking grimy. Some unknown liquid was smeared on the other side, giving off an unpleasant scent that seemed suspiciously like semen. Suppressing the urge to gag, I covered my nose and coldly asked, "What's this on the wedding dress, Mary? Are you deliberately doing this to disgust me?" Zachary's expression immediately darkened. He cut me off and said, "Why are you mak

The room overflowed with rolls of silk, delicate lace, shimmering beads, and sketches spread across several long tables. The master dressmaker bowed respectfully. "Your Highness." Nova looked around in astonishment. "What is all this?" Lyra smiled. "Preparations." Nova suddenly understood. "The wedding." The words felt almost unreal as she spoke them aloud. The dressmaker unrolled several elegant sketches. "I've prepared a few possibilities." Each design was beautiful. One featured flowing silver embroidery inspired by moonlight. Another incorporated intricate blackthorn vines stitched in silver thread, symbolizing the union of two kingdoms.

Maria nodded and replied, "I wonder if we are not all tired of Alan and his attention seeking family," "Let's just hope that he won't spoil the wedding with his dumb tagline," Valerie muttered to herself. ************ ~It Will Always Be Yours by Tatiana Manaois playing in the background~ Valerie's wedding gown was an elegant ball gown with a corset, full skirt, and lace. As she stepped out from the jeep, her glass heels met the white carpet that was rolled up to the medium-sized podium, from where she could see Gideon gazing at her sweetly.

The castle bustled with activity for the upcoming union of the royal vampire who was to be married to the witch. Three days before the wedding, the royal seamstress came into the castle to have Adrienne do a final fitting of the wedding dress. It was a white classic wedding dress with open lacy sleeves sewn across the chest extending to the arms with a huge heavy skirt. “My, my, you’ve lost some weight, Lady Mallory,” said the seamstress adjusting the gown on her back around her waist, “so, we have to adjust this part here.” Adrienne was standing in front of a body mirror and was checking her reflection. She agreed with the seamstress. She lost some weight but it’s good enough for her, espec

“Put her in the ivory. Now.” Ten minutes later, the green dress was gone, replaced by the heavy, structured weight of the wedding gown. It wasn't a standard corporate dress, it was an absolute masterpiece that clung tightly to the curve of my waist, the low neckline cutting sharply across my collarbones, exposing the dark, faint bruise on my chin that I hadn't quite managed to hide with makeup. When I stepped out of the dressing alcove, the penthouse lights had suddenly flickered. Darien was standing by the glass windows, a glass of amber scotch in his hand, but he wasn't drinking. His eyes were fixed on the private terrace doors outside.