Wedding Dresses For Pear Shape Novels & Stories

Effortless, yet gorgeous. “I’ll get your shoes!” Pearl exclaims as she darts for the closet. And just like the precious stone she is named after, Pearl is in a dreamy light gray, long-sleeve dress, with a v-neckline, and silver beading along the bodice. She looks like a princess. She is the epitome of fairy tale chic.

Maybe it was okay for now. “Still hurts, though, right?” She dipped her head and pressed her cheek to Vergel’s shoulder. “Incredibly so.” “I’m sorry, my love.” * * * * * The next day the cold, hard rain stopped and the sun came out. Pearl stepped out of the house and tipped her face to the sky, letting welcome heat bathe her cheeks. The light gray gown she wore shifted around her body like feathered kisses. Her sister had brought it for her yesterday in a large white dress box tied with a big red bow. It was a more beautiful wedding dress than she could have ever imagined for herself.

Serafine—POV The wedding reception demanded a dress, and this one didn't disappoint: an off-white satin gown that hugged my frame like a fitted glove. I checked myself in the mirror. Off-the-shoulder, full sleeves, lace crawling over the fabric just enough to conceal the damage on my upper arm. Hair pulled into a tight bun. Minimalist makeup looks perfect on my pale skin. Diamond necklace with diamond earrings giving me extra glam! An expensive, misty perfume rub on my wrist.

She stood outside my door, a hint of excitement in her tone. “Hmmm?” I replied, curious. “The dress just arrived!” she said, practically bubbling with anticipation. “Oh, okay!” I exclaimed, closing my wardrobe and rushing to open the door. As I came down the stairs, I was stunned by what I saw. A peach gown, designed with elegant black lines that formed beautiful, intricate patterns from the waist down to the hem. These lines were adorned with tiny diamonds, making the delicate designs shimmer and catch the light in a way that was simply breathtaking.

The legendary wedding march began to play, and the large, tall doors opened. As Shane Filan’s “Beautiful In White” played, the wedding coordinator who organized the event started guiding Emerald down the aisle. As she walked, Emerald looked like a vision of elegance and grace. Her wedding dress is a breathtaking creation, a perfect blend of classic and modern design made by an international wedding gown designer. It is made of delicate lace, with intricate floral patterns that trail down the bodice and flow into the soft, ethereal tulle of the skirt. The dress hugs Emerald's figure beautifully, accentuating her silhouette before cascading into a long, flowing train that trails behind her wit

I said, meaning it this time. She squeezed my shoulder. “Let’s make sure Mark never forgets the woman he tried to treat like nothing.” I smiled faintly. “Oh, trust me. He won’t.” I turned back to Giselle and Malia, finally engaging. We started narrowing down the choices, and I began offering my opinions. I went for a high neckline, open back, and pearl details. The stylist nodded in approval, her hands already sketching a blend of ideas. For the next hour, I let myself forget the contract and just focused on my dress. Even if the wedding is built on lies, the woman wearing the gown won’t be.

We walked into the mall smiling at each other, as I still couldn’t believe that my wedding was drawing closer. As I took slow strides around the mall, my eyes caught sight of a breathtaking wedding dress. It was a soft ivory color with an off the neck shoulder design—it also had a more dramatic mermaid shape. Gosh, it was beautiful! I stopped walking as I was lost staring at the dress, that I wasn’t conscious of my surroundings anymore. “You really like this?” I suddenly heard behind me, startling me to the core. “I do,” I muttered, still lost in the designs of the dress.

The first time I got married my dress was wispy and ethereal: a gauzy, fragile thing exactly like I was. This time Odette found a creation that seems to have been spun from threads of pure moonlight. I’ve never seen anything like it. The pearlescent fabric hugs my modest curves, the neckline plunging to my waist and thin straps leaving my back and sides almost completely bare. The skirt billows out into a cascade of shimmering chiffon, with a modest train that flows behind me as I walk.

A certainty blossomed that he would adore this choice. The wedding gown draped gracefully, nearly sleeveless, with a delicate lace strap gracing my shoulders. The bodice, a soft beige canvas, was adorned with intricate white lace, each stitch adorned with glistening beads. A gentle V-cut enhanced my upper body, exuding an understated sensuality. The bodice gently embraced my chest before cascading into a flowy, ethereal expanse around my waist. From either side, the dress flared, revealing intricate lacework that mirrored the bodice.

Boy this was going to get messy. The day of the wedding was upon them, Kendall stared at her reflection in the mirror, oh fuck she was a bride! Her dark brown hair in a high neat full bun atop her head. She had a very expensive pearl tiara that looked more like a hair peace rather than a crown, it had a vintage look that Kendall loved. She wore simple drop pearl earrings and a simple pearl necklace. The bodice of her dress was a very intricate design of a very expensive lace. It squeezed her already thin waist, laced at the back, the bottom of her dress was princess like gown that was full and crystal organza that was delicately cut to perfection, layers and layers or material. Looked like a