Her Unwanted Mate On The Throne

#Chapter 21 Wedding dresses

““‘We’ve made you several different options fora dress.” The seamstress said the moment Doris sat on

the couch. The large room was filled with racks and racks of white dresses. The only thing that was

missing was her best friend Beth. She would have loved all of this.

William had taken Alec to his meetings for a few hours so she could try on a few for their wedding and

finish any other details for their wedding. For once she only felt peace in her heart.

“What kind of style did you want to start with? We have mermaid, ballgowns, everything you could think

of!” She started pulling off a few options before Doris could even answer.

“Oh! Well, I always imagined a ballgown—but not something so massive that I can barely move in.”

Doris said. She stood to join the woman at the racks.

“I know just the thing. I’1] bring it to you behind the curtains, go undress.” She shooed me away. The

woman was almost as short as Doris with glasses and a pointy nose. She had to be the age of her

mother.

Doris striped down to her undergarments once she was behind the curtain. Her stomach was in

butterflies—she never thought she would be trying on wedding dresses for herself. She always figured

she would be the one to help another pick their dream dress.

The seamstress brought four long gowns behind the curtain and helped her try on the first option. Doris

stepped up to the mirror and felt her heart skip in her chest.

It was beautiful. The neckline was a flattering sweetheart shape with mesh that went to her elbows. The

bodice was beaded and the skirt was much bigger than she imagined. It made Doris look so small in

the middle of it all.

“What do you think?” The seamstress asked with a bright smile.

“TJ... [think it’s so beautiful, but I’m not sure how I will walk in this skirt —“

“Then it is a no, let's go.” She helped me off the platform and back behind the curtain to wiggle me out

of the dress. The next one was so darling on the hanger, but it didn’t feel right when Doris slipped it on.

She went through about twenty dresses before Doris gasped when she looked in the mirror.

This dress had the beautiful sweetheart neckline—but without the mesh. It was strapless with beautiful

small roses decorated along the bodice and the skirt flowed to the ground ina manageable ballroom

style.

Doris knew all of these dresses had been made for her, but this was the first one that felt right. It felt as

if she belonged in it and she could already picture herself flowing down the aisle to meet William and

say her vows.

“I... love it.” Doris whispered.

The seamstress smiled widely. “This is it. I can see it on your face.” She hurried and put a pair of white

crystal heels on Doris as well as a veil that reached the floor. The finishing look made Doris feel like a

princess. It made her feel—beautiful. “This is it.” Doris breathed. She spun around and the fabric flowed

around her like a dream.

None of this was real. It still felt like a dream. How could she—Doris—be marrying a king? Ina beautiful

gown and with their gorgeous baby beside them? It was a fairytale—even with all of the hard times and

fights she knew it was a fairytale she was living.

The seamstress hung the dress back up in a special place before she had Doris pick a backup dress

and a rehearsal dress. Those were much easier to decide. She picked white for both—of course—and

had something that hugged her body more and was easier to move in. After Doris was finish, she felt

as if she was gliding down the halls. All of her worries disappeared as if they were never there. The

wedding planner snagged her attention and brought her to another room that had many displays of

flowers and decorations.

“I’m sorry to bother you on such a lovely day, my lady. But the wedding is approaching fast and we

have to get the final details settled. There is still s o much left undecided and it would be better on all of

us if we could finish that today.“

“Of course, what should we discuss first?”

“You still haven’t chosen a wedding color. It’s customary to let the king choose his and the future queen

to pick her own so we can incorporate both of them in the wedding decorations.”

“Oh,” Doris gazed down at the papers spread across the glass table. It showed that William had chosen

a sea blue that reminded her of his eyes. She gazed at all the swatches of colors and landed on a

lovely violet tone that didn’t seem too bad with the blue. “How about this one?”

The wedding planner raised his brow and hummed. Was that the wrong choice? She couldn't tell.

“Next is the flowers. William told us that he wants you to pick out your favorite flowers so we came up

with several different options.” The man clapped his hands and several servants entered with bouquets

of all different kinds of flowers. There were roses, hydrangeas, carnations, tulips, peony, dahlias and so

much more. Doris’s eyes grew wide as she gazed at all the options.

“Oh my, they’ re beautiful...”

“Yes, for royal weddings we try to stay as classy as possible but William made it clear that he wanted

you to decide which is displayed.”

Doris stood to observe each one closer. “I do love roses...” She said almost to herself. “I love the way

they look with Dahlia and with the peony too eee »

The man cleared his throat. “If that is what you like it will be done.” He clapped his hands and the

servants left. She stood there with raised brows. “ Last thing for today will be the decorations. The cake

tasting will be done with William another day.”

“Okay...” Doris took a seat again and he laid out several large photos of layouts that looked similar to

the main ballroom.

Doris leaned forward and studied each picture. One had mainly square shaped plates and decor and

she immediately knew she didn’t want that. The next had a similar theme but was wider and elegant.

Doris silently piled up her no pile until she was stuck with two options that looked equally beautiful in

their own ways. One opted for classy and royal while the other was more old fashioned. After a

moment, Doris handed him the royal one. She was about to become a queen, it didn’t hurt to indulge in

something elegant and massive to celebrate the biggest day of her life.

“Beautiful. Thank you for your time, my lady. Please let me know if you would like to add anything else.”

“Thank you.” Doris bowed her head and left the room.

“We never got to enjoy our run.” Cordelia said. Doris already felt her blood pumping from all she did. It

was the perfect time to let go of that energy.

“Let’s go.”