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How do i launch my own line of clothing??? I want to emphazise in cocktail dresses and maybe later, design wedding gowns...what are some of the first steps, i wouldn't mind making a dress and wearing it out to see the reaction from people, i have previous costume design and costume building skills...any suggestions??

which wedding dress is the prittiest? 1http://www.stunningbride.co.uk/toi/01.jpg 2http://www.storybookbridalboutique.com/Wedding-Dress_01.jpg 3http://www.eternitybrideandgroom.com/images/pronovias_collection_dreams_latina_wedding_dress.jpg 4http://www.thegownhouse.com/Eleganza.jpg 5http://img.diytrade.com/cdimg/403122/3419729/0/1175216440/wedding_dress_Bridal_Gown-6UK_Latest_Design_Evening_dress_Bridesmaid.jpg

Where can I selling never used wedding gown!? I have ben trying to sell a wedding dress which is very pretty, it has never been used before still in the original packaging. Along with the wedding dress I have the flower girl dress and the maids dress. I have posted the dreses on ebay a few times but no luck yet. I have gone into shops and retail stores but nothing. I paid over $3,000 fpr the wedding dress. I bought it at Eva's Bridal, I had tried to cancel the making of the dress but it was kind of too late but they did not finish altring the drss to my measurements but its a size 14 but in reality it is like a size12-10. Its a unique dress with a beautiful hand broided designs with a long train with broided design. So where can I go to sell the wedding gown and the other drsses? I know I will not get what I paid for it but why have it in the box in the closest if its going to turn colorish with time, when someone else can use them and enjoy them. If by the looks of it I'm never going to use them... So please help me out!

What is easiest way to get elements of a designer wedding dress custom-made in size 0? My cousin from France has this idea to have some elements of a designer wedding dress incorporated into a cheaper alternative. She likes the dress that Sassi Holford designed for a recent Royal Wedding but don't have $4,000. My wife loved the wedding dress she got from this online store (they custom fit brides) so she's suggesting this dress at a fraction of the cost. http://www.kekopeanstitches.com/mermaid-wedding-gown.html Simone is having a late summer/fall wedding on a Caribbean island so we need to shop online as the wedding is being planned long distance using the Internet. We want online stores that can custom fit brides since all the planning is being done online.

Is my Alfred Angelo wedding dress a "knock-off" of a Maggie Sottero gown? ? I purchased my Alfred Angelo dress and later found the exact same design by Maggie Sottero. Do designers steal from each other??

Dissapointed in how Wedding turned out - How can I get over this? After a solid year of planning, my wedding day turned out to be somewhat of a disaster. First one of the groomsmen dropped out, and I had to move my brother from usher to groomsman and find a new usher. Then the day of my beautiful blue runner had to be pulled becasuse of bad weather and high winds- they tried everything to hold it down and it wouldn't stay. The programs I had designed and ordered online were due to arrive the day before the wedding did not because of an error of UPS, (who basically told me there was nothing they could do) and I had to get up early on my wedding day and BEG Kinkos to do me a favor and print out some more. My hairstylist put my 2 teired veil on backward! I didn't realize it until later because we were already late starting while my mother was in the next town picking up the flowers and got caught in a hail storm and got drenched (all my wedding photos have the backward veil -short on bottom, long on top). My mother was late because she was waiting for my father's nurse to arrive who had promised the previous day that she would come and un-hook him from his IVs for the ceremony and then just didn't show up. As a result, my dad had to walk me down the aisle with an X-Games backpack on! Half the wedding party got caught by a train and so one of the bridesmaids never made it to the changing room to put on her hair decoration. The venue kicked us out of the changing room in the building next to the wedding stating that they were closing up- so I and my people had to cart ALL of our stuff out to the parking lot so they could lock up before the ceremony.So imagine me going down stairs in my wedding gown with a dress bag and my purse! A LOT of guests didn't show, many of whom gave no indication they weren't going to show, the others the result of a death in their family 3 days before the wedding, thus leaving ALOT of open seats and alot of paid for plated meals. My veil got stuck on the steps and almost got pulled out of my hair (I had to reach up during the cremony and fix it to keep it from falling out). The same storm that took out my runner and hailed on my mom made some loud booms during our vows ( I had to laugh at it but it was like yikes) The DJ sucked, played none of the songs we requested, except for one, citing that his ITunes was messed up. The Bridal display portraits I ordered got ruined in route to us, and there they were outside the reception with huge bubble wrap marks melted into the varnish (we had to display them, no time to get others). Our cake came out looking waaaaay different than in the picture (supposed to be blue PEARLS but instead were blue BLOBS dotting the cake) and there was a side that had apparently got smashed against the box, the attendants had to cover the boo boo by turning the messed up spot away and using rose petals to cover it, and our cake topper was leaning and looked like it would fall over any minute. After the meal 1/2 the guests left. And a 1/2 hour before the end of the reception my dad told people to start cleaning up and they were taking all my beautiful tablecloths and chair covers and decorations off - How embarassing. On the way out no one was around to grab my purse, so in our petal toss pictures I am holding my coach bag (How fairytale!). And the groom's uncle stepped on my train also turing the petal toss/exit. Ever since then, I have been so upset and bitter, I don't want to see or hear anything about or even remotely related to a wedding. I hear people talking about bachelorette parties, and spa time with the girls and how beautiful everything was in their weddings, and I didn't have any of that. I feel like my special day was ruined. After all my hard work, and all the money spent it came out so awful and ghetto, I can't let it go. And no one understands why it bothers me so much and why I am so dissapointed but I can't help it- I didn't go to prom, was the ugly duckiling in school and this was my one chance to shine and I feel it was totally TOTALLY ruined. I want a re-do, but I can't afford it. How can I make peace with this and stop the dissappointment and sense of loss? My husband and everyone are tired of me moping. I AM glad to be married, and I am happy that it is to the right man, and I do believe that the marriage is worth more than the wedding but I just can't stop obsessing or wishing it would have gone a bit smoother, and I get kind of jealous when people talk about weddings they had or have been to that were like, fairy tale nice. I know something always goes wrong in a wedding but I feel like mine was an extreme case, I am so sad.

Will anyone read my love story? please? “I’m beginning to see that this conversation is going nowhere father”. He looked at me for a moment. I hoped that he finally would see the situation from my point of view, but I knew already that would not be the case. I stood up leaving my unfinished breakfast behind me and left the room. The wedding was next weeks would be swarming my room the moment I woke up trying to get me ready for the wedding. Later today I would have the “pleasure” of meeting my husband to be. As many women before me I would be forced into the future I was not yet ready for. I stormed off to my room. I don’t remember ever having fallen asleep. Prince Michael would be arriving soon. “OH how I look forward to meeting this handsome prince”, I stated sarcastically to no one in particular. But, I couldn’t help myself from wondering what he would be like, if he would care for me, and even more importantly if I could ever love him. This all seemed so bizarre. Just imagine waking up to your father announcing you were getting married! This was all too strange for me. I reached up to grab my favorite book and, as my eyes slowly drifted toward the corner of my room, my sanctuary, there he was. I was never quick to make judgments but he was truly handsome. He was tall with skin that was not quite dark, but that glowed with the light of the stars giving him a mysterious appearance. And, even under his royal tunic, you could see his muscles, strengthened by the courageous battles he had once fought in. I studied his face, avoiding his eyes, for I dared not look into them yet. His high cheekbones complimented his youthful face. His hair was a honey brown that framed his face in such a way it left me breathless. His lips looked like they were sculpted by a master, perfectly curved with a warm red color. Then, his eyes met mine. I was captivated. His eyes were beautiful. The outsides were gray like a stormy cloud and they faded to an overpowering green that I simply couldn’t compare with anything but emeralds. Stunningly I was aware again of his gaze. I looked at the floor trying to hide my embarrassment. “Hello?” a rich, deep voice inquired. I lifted my head praying that he did not notice how flustered I was. “Hello I’m Princess Luciana and you must be Prince Michael.” The tall handsome man chuckled and walked towards me. “Yes, I know who you are Princess. However, I am not Prince Michael. The prince is downstairs waiting for you. My name Is Jeremy, the castles watchman, and the Prince’s best friend.” Yet again I blushed, embarrassed by my miscalculation. I should have known that the Prince himself wouldn’t be sent to get me. “I’m very sorry. I should not have made assumptions.” He smiled at me. His teeth were straight and white. “It’s quite alright Princess, but you should hurry Michael is waiting for you.” Now, I would meet the Prince. CHAPTER 2 Prince Michael and I were almost to King James’s Castle and I could see the worry in his eyes. “I don’t know if I can do this Jeremy. I’ve never met this girl before and…well I just don’t this I can do this.” He frowned and looked away from me ashamed. I wasn’t sure how to help him with this issue. There was no way out of this marriage and he knew that as well as I did. “You know that this is necessary. Trade between our two kingdoms is far too important and we’re not exactly King James’s favorites. Marrying his daughter will bring peace between us. That could change the fate of many in our kingdom because of war. Just think of the possibilities. Therefore, unless you have a better idea you have to do this.” I could tell he was already trying to formulate a plan but he never would. I had to get him on track or he wouldn’t go through with this. “Come on Michael. The castle is less than a mile away. There is no time to reconsider or to call the marriage off. I know you can do this.” He laughed “I’ll do my best. Thanks.” The sentence was completely sarcastic. I knew it was and I wasn’t convinced. We rode in silence the rest of the time. I didn’t dare go any further with our conversation since my encouragement wasn’t working all that well. Prince Michael looked outside at the passing scenery. The kingdom was beautiful. Everything was green and thriving. Several different kinds of beautiful plants thrived here. Plants I had never even seen astounded me. One particular plant caught my eye. I recognized it from one of the many books I had read. It was called Seaholly. It was a bright blue plant with a large bulb like center that reached higher than the base. Little stubs covered the entire surface of the bulb. The base petals sprung out like long blue spikes making the plant seem almost dangerous. I continued to examine the scenery for a while but then turned my attention to Michael who was still looking out at the plants. Perhaps he was thinking rather than continuing to look at the bright flowers. From his expression I would assume it was the case. His eyes were vacant and the corners his mouth were turned down. I just hoped he could pull himself together to meet the princess. Sooner than I had expected we were at the Castle. It was unbelievably beautiful. White stones covered the surface on the towers which were tall and narrow. The other walls were paved with large brown rocks and dark green stones that I didn’t recognize. More beautiful plants surrounded us. I could tell that one of the King’s favorites were lilacs because their presence was almost overpowering. The carriage stopped and two maids immediately opened the doors and led us up a white stone path to the entrance. We were led inside by another maid. This one was clothed better than the others. She wore a long white gown with intricate embroidery. Her hair was up is a low bun. She led us towards the main room of the castle. The halls were as stunning as the outside. Mahogany floors and crystal chandeliers made a gorgeous match with the emerald green walls. Gorgeous paintings were hung everywhere. We arrived in the main room within minutes. The walls in this room were a pale yellow and the ceiling was completely glass so that light would come in and light the room. The maid left us and King James walked in. “Hello there. How was the trip to our palace?” Michael eyes him cautiously before replying. “It was long but enjoyable. Your kingdom is truly beautiful.” The King’s face lit up with those words. Michael had always been good at making first impressions. “I’m glad to hear it. Luciana is upstairs I send someone to get her immediately.” “Oh there’s no need I’ll send Jeremy to get her if you’re ok with that.” “Yes it’s ok. I’ll have Elmira take you to her quarters immediately.” The second the maids name was mentioned in came a petite woman with short red hair. She wore simple but clean clothing, a brown dress that came to her ankles and a white apron over that. She looked to be about 35 years old and had a warm friendly face. King James spoke a few words to her in some language I was not familiar with and she began walking towards the stairs. “Just follow Elmira up the stairs. She’ll take to where you need to go.” I walked over to where the pixie-like maid stood waiting patiently. She began walking up the stairs and I followed closely behind. I took once last look behind me. Michael look brave enough on the outside, smiling and being as charming as possible. However, I knew that if you were to look into his eyes the worry would still be there. After about two flights of stairs I realized this would be a long walk and therefore I took time to examine the design of the stair way. The actual steps were a light colored wood. Perhaps it was oak. I would have asked Elmira, but it had become apparent that she didn’t speak English. The wooded stairs were steep and they spiraled upwards. There were large windows every 10 or so steps that overlooked the kingdom. The walls here were the same white stone on the outside of the castle. Simple brass sconces lined the wall opposite to the windows, but because it was daytime they weren’t lit. Finally after about 7 flights of stairs we reached a small wooden door. Elmira stood back and motioned to it. I assumed this was Princess Luciana’s room. The door was unlocked and a walked in. I suddenly remembered that I should have knocked first, but it was too late. As embarrassed as I was for my impolite actions I tried to retain my composure and not show it. I was quite good at this. She was beautiful. Her long dark hair was pulled back into a perfect braid. Her skin looked as pale and soft as porcelain and her eyes were a gorgeous green framed by long black eyelashes. She wore a beautiful dress that complimented her striking body well. I stopped myself from examining her appearance immediately. This was my friend’s future bride! She looked up and our eyes met. She looked down in embarrassment clearly attempting to hide it. Her efforts were wasted with her pale skin tone that didn’t do well to hide her unnecessary embarrassment. “Hello?” I asked. CHAPTER 3 The King was tall and stocky. He didn’t exactly look dangerous; however he certainly didn’t look weak. He had a square face and a short neck. His skin was a bit pink from the sun and his hair was dark brown and thinning. His brown eyes were framed with lengthy black eyelashes. He smiled but to me the little grin looked false. I couldn’t have expected more from a man only a week before he was to give his only daughter away for marriage. As would be expected we stood in silence for a few awkward moments until he decided to break the silence. “It’s truly difficult for me you know.” He looked at me with a slightly more welcoming face. “How so your majesty? Your daughter is about to be made a queen and a wife.” “Young Prince, you won’t be able to understand this until you have a daughter of your own and she is leaving you to marry and live in a distant kingdom. I won’t be able to enjoy my morning breakfast with her anymore. I won’t be able to take walks with her every day and I wont be able to protect her myself anymore.” His face was suddenly less friendly and far more threatening. “And if you don’t protect her well enough, you will pay for it.” “Don’t worry about that your majesty no harm will come to your daughter.” My ears detected the sound of distant footsteps and I prepared myself to meet my bride. The soft pattering got louder until I could see the maid, and then Jeremy, and finally Princess Luciana FIRST 3 CHAPTERS first 2 pages missing DO YOU LIKE IT???

Do you like the my story? I’m beginning to see that this conversation is going nowhere father”. He looked at me for a moment. I hoped that he finally would see the situation from my point of view, but I knew already that would not be the case. I stood up leaving my unfinished breakfast behind me and left the room. The wedding was next weeks would be swarming my room the moment I woke up trying to get me ready for the wedding. Later today I would have the “pleasure” of meeting my husband to be. As many women before me I would be forced into the future I was not yet ready for. I stormed off to my room. I don’t remember ever having fallen asleep. Prince Michael would be arriving soon. “OH how I look forward to meeting this handsome prince”, I stated sarcastically to no one in particular. But, I couldn’t help myself from wondering what he would be like, if he would care for me, and even more importantly if I could ever love him. This all seemed so bizarre. Just imagine waking up to your father announcing you were getting married! This was all too strange for me. I reached up to grab my favorite book and, as my eyes slowly drifted toward the corner of my room, my sanctuary, there he was. I was never quick to make judgments but he was truly handsome. He was tall with skin that was not quite dark, but that glowed with the light of the stars giving him a mysterious appearance. And, even under his royal tunic, you could see his muscles, strengthened by the courageous battles he had once fought in. I studied his face, avoiding his eyes, for I dared not look into them yet. His high cheekbones complimented his youthful face. His hair was a honey brown that framed his face in such a way it left me breathless. His lips looked like they were sculpted by a master, perfectly curved with a warm red color. Then, his eyes met mine. I was captivated. His eyes were beautiful. The outsides were gray like a stormy cloud and they faded to an overpowering green that I simply couldn’t compare with anything but emeralds. Stunningly I was aware again of his gaze. I looked at the floor trying to hide my embarrassment. “Hello?” a rich, deep voice inquired. I lifted my head praying that he did not notice how flustered I was. “Hello I’m Princess Luciana and you must be Prince Michael.” The tall handsome man chuckled and walked towards me. “Yes, I know who you are Princess. However, I am not Prince Michael. The prince is downstairs waiting for you. My name Is Jeremy, the castles watchman, and the Prince’s best friend.” Yet again I blushed, embarrassed by my miscalculation. I should have known that the Prince himself wouldn’t be sent to get me. “I’m very sorry. I should not have made assumptions.” He smiled at me. His teeth were straight and white. “It’s quite alright Princess, but you should hurry Michael is waiting for you.” Now, I would meet the Prince. CHAPTER 2 Prince Michael and I were almost to King James’s Castle and I could see the worry in his eyes. “I don’t know if I can do this Jeremy. I’ve never met this girl before and…well I just don’t this I can do this.” He frowned and looked away from me ashamed. I wasn’t sure how to help him with this issue. There was no way out of this marriage and he knew that as well as I did. “You know that this is necessary. Trade between our two kingdoms is far too important and we’re not exactly King James’s favorites. Marrying his daughter will bring peace between us. That could change the fate of many in our kingdom because of war. Just think of the possibilities. Therefore, unless you have a better idea you have to do this.” I could tell he was already trying to formulate a plan but he never would. I had to get him on track or he wouldn’t go through with this. “Come on Michael. The castle is less than a mile away. There is no time to reconsider or to call the marriage off. I know you can do this.” He laughed “I’ll do my best. Thanks.” The sentence was completely sarcastic. I knew it was and I wasn’t convinced. We rode in silence the rest of the time. I didn’t dare go any further with our conversation since my encouragement wasn’t working all that well. Prince Michael looked outside at the passing scenery. The kingdom was beautiful. Everything was green and thriving. Several different kinds of beautiful plants thrived here. Plants I had never even seen astounded me. One particular plant caught my eye. I recognized it from one of the many books I had read. It was called Seaholly. It was a bright blue plant with a large bulb like center that reached higher than the base. Little stubs covered the entire surface of the bulb. The base petals sprung out like long blue spikes making the plant seem almost dangerous. I continued to examine the scenery for a while but then turned my attention to Michael who was still looking out at the plants. Perhaps he was thinking rather than continuing to look at the bright flowers. From his expression I would assume it was the case. His eyes were vacant and the corners his mouth were turned down. I just hoped he could pull himself together to meet the princess. Sooner than I had expected we were at the Castle. It was unbelievably beautiful. White stones covered the surface on the towers which were tall and narrow. The other walls were paved with large brown rocks and dark green stones that I didn’t recognize. More beautiful plants surrounded us. I could tell that one of the King’s favorites were lilacs because their presence was almost overpowering. The carriage stopped and two maids immediately opened the doors and led us up a white stone path to the entrance. We were led inside by another maid. This one was clothed better than the others. She wore a long white gown with intricate embroidery. Her hair was up is a low bun. She led us towards the main room of the castle. The halls were as stunning as the outside. Mahogany floors and crystal chandeliers made a gorgeous match with the emerald green walls. Gorgeous paintings were hung everywhere. We arrived in the main room within minutes. The walls in this room were a pale yellow and the ceiling was completely glass so that light would come in and light the room. The maid left us and King James walked in. “Hello there. How was the trip to our palace?” Michael eyes him cautiously before replying. “It was long but enjoyable. Your kingdom is truly beautiful.” The King’s face lit up with those words. Michael had always been good at making first impressions. “I’m glad to hear it. Luciana is upstairs I send someone to get her immediately.” “Oh there’s no need I’ll send Jeremy to get her if you’re ok with that.” “Yes it’s ok. I’ll have Elmira take you to her quarters immediately.” The second the maids name was mentioned in came a petite woman with short red hair. She wore simple but clean clothing, a brown dress that came to her ankles and a white apron over that. She looked to be about 35 years old and had a warm friendly face. King James spoke a few words to her in some language I was not familiar with and she began walking towards the stairs. “Just follow Elmira up the stairs. She’ll take to where you need to go.” I walked over to where the pixie-like maid stood waiting patiently. She began walking up the stairs and I followed closely behind. I took once last look behind me. Michael look brave enough on the outside, smiling and being as charming as possible. However, I knew that if you were to look into his eyes the worry would still be there. After about two flights of stairs I realized this would be a long walk and therefore I took time to examine the design of the stair way. The actual steps were a light colored wood. Perhaps it was oak. I would have asked Elmira, but it had become apparent that she didn’t speak English. The wooded stairs were steep and they spiraled upwards. There were large windows every 10 or so steps that overlooked the kingdom. The walls here were the same white stone on the outside of the castle. Simple brass sconces lined the wall opposite to the windows, but because it was daytime they weren’t lit. Finally after about 7 flights of stairs we reached a small wooden door. Elmira stood back and motioned to it. I assumed this was Princess Luciana’s room. The door was unlocked and a walked in. I suddenly remembered that I should have knocked first, but it was too late. As embarrassed as I was for my impolite actions I tried to retain my composure and not show it. I was quite good at this. She was beautiful. Her long dark hair was pulled back into a perfect braid. Her skin looked as pale and soft as porcelain and her eyes were a gorgeous green framed by long black eyelashes. She wore a beautiful dress that complimented her striking body well. I stopped myself from examining her appearance immediately. This was my friend’s future bride! She looked up and our eyes met. She looked down in embarrassment clearly attempting to hide it. Her efforts were wasted with her pale skin tone that didn’t do well to hide her unnecessary embarrassment. “Hello?” I asked. CHAPTER 3 The King was tall and stocky. He didn’t exactly look dangerous; however he certainly didn’t look weak. He had a square face and a short neck. His skin was a bit pink from the sun and his hair was dark brown and thinning. His brown eyes were framed with lengthy black eyelashes. He smiled but to me the little grin looked false. I couldn’t have expected more from a man only a week before he was to give his only daughter away for marriage. As would be expected we stood in silence for a few awkward moments until he decided to break the silence. “It’s truly difficult for me you know.” He looked at me with a slightly more welcoming face. “How so your majesty? Your daughter is about to be made a queen and a wife.” “Young Prince, you won’t be able to understand this until you have a daughter of your own and she is leaving you to marry and live in a distant kingdom. I won’t be able to enjoy my morning breakfast with her anymore. I won’t be able to take walks with her every day and I wont be able to protect her myself anymore.” His face was suddenly less friendly and far more threatening. “And if you don’t protect her well enough, you will pay for it.” “Don’t worry about that your majesty no harm will come to your daughter.” My ears detected the sound of distant footsteps and I prepared myself to meet my bride. The soft pattering got louder until I could see the maid, and then Jeremy, and finally Princess Luciana the first 2 pages are missing and this is only the first 3 chapters. do you like it?

Do YOU LIKE MY STORY????? please read!!!? “I’m beginning to see that this conversation is going nowhere father”. He looked at me for a moment. I hoped that he finally would see the situation from my point of view, but I knew already that would not be the case. I stood up leaving my unfinished breakfast behind me and left the room. The wedding was next weeks would be swarming my room the moment I woke up trying to get me ready for the wedding. Later today I would have the “pleasure” of meeting my husband to be. As many women before me I would be forced into the future I was not yet ready for. I stormed off to my room. I don’t remember ever having fallen asleep. Prince Michael would be arriving soon. “OH how I look forward to meeting this handsome prince”, I stated sarcastically to no one in particular. But, I couldn’t help myself from wondering what he would be like, if he would care for me, and even more importantly if I could ever love him. This all seemed so bizarre. Just imagine waking up to your father announcing you were getting married! This was all too strange for me. I reached up to grab my favorite book and, as my eyes slowly drifted toward the corner of my room, my sanctuary, there he was. I was never quick to make judgments but he was truly handsome. He was tall with skin that was not quite dark, but that glowed with the light of the stars giving him a mysterious appearance. And, even under his royal tunic, you could see his muscles, strengthened by the courageous battles he had once fought in. I studied his face, avoiding his eyes, for I dared not look into them yet. His high cheekbones complimented his youthful face. His hair was a honey brown that framed his face in such a way it left me breathless. His lips looked like they were sculpted by a master, perfectly curved with a warm red color. Then, his eyes met mine. I was captivated. His eyes were beautiful. The outsides were gray like a stormy cloud and they faded to an overpowering green that I simply couldn’t compare with anything but emeralds. Stunningly I was aware again of his gaze. I looked at the floor trying to hide my embarrassment. “Hello?” a rich, deep voice inquired. I lifted my head praying that he did not notice how flustered I was. “Hello I’m Princess Luciana and you must be Prince Michael.” The tall handsome man chuckled and walked towards me. “Yes, I know who you are Princess. However, I am not Prince Michael. The prince is downstairs waiting for you. My name Is Jeremy, the castles watchman, and the Prince’s best friend.” Yet again I blushed, embarrassed by my miscalculation. I should have known that the Prince himself wouldn’t be sent to get me. “I’m very sorry. I should not have made assumptions.” He smiled at me. His teeth were straight and white. “It’s quite alright Princess, but you should hurry Michael is waiting for you.” Now, I would meet the Prince. CHAPTER 2 Prince Michael and I were almost to King James’s Castle and I could see the worry in his eyes. “I don’t know if I can do this Jeremy. I’ve never met this girl before and…well I just don’t this I can do this.” He frowned and looked away from me ashamed. I wasn’t sure how to help him with this issue. There was no way out of this marriage and he knew that as well as I did. “You know that this is necessary. Trade between our two kingdoms is far too important and we’re not exactly King James’s favorites. Marrying his daughter will bring peace between us. That could change the fate of many in our kingdom because of war. Just think of the possibilities. Therefore, unless you have a better idea you have to do this.” I could tell he was already trying to formulate a plan but he never would. I had to get him on track or he wouldn’t go through with this. “Come on Michael. The castle is less than a mile away. There is no time to reconsider or to call the marriage off. I know you can do this.” He laughed “I’ll do my best. Thanks.” The sentence was completely sarcastic. I knew it was and I wasn’t convinced. We rode in silence the rest of the time. I didn’t dare go any further with our conversation since my encouragement wasn’t working all that well. Prince Michael looked outside at the passing scenery. The kingdom was beautiful. Everything was green and thriving. Several different kinds of beautiful plants thrived here. Plants I had never even seen astounded me. One particular plant caught my eye. I recognized it from one of the many books I had read. It was called Seaholly. It was a bright blue plant with a large bulb like center that reached higher than the base. Little stubs covered the entire surface of the bulb. The base petals sprung out like long blue spikes making the plant seem almost dangerous. I continued to examine the scenery for a while but then turned my attention to Michael who was still looking out at the plants. Perhaps he was thinking rather than continuing to look at the bright flowers. From his expression I would assume it was the case. His eyes were vacant and the corners his mouth were turned down. I just hoped he could pull himself together to meet the princess. Sooner than I had expected we were at the Castle. It was unbelievably beautiful. White stones covered the surface on the towers which were tall and narrow. The other walls were paved with large brown rocks and dark green stones that I didn’t recognize. More beautiful plants surrounded us. I could tell that one of the King’s favorites were lilacs because their presence was almost overpowering. The carriage stopped and two maids immediately opened the doors and led us up a white stone path to the entrance. We were led inside by another maid. This one was clothed better than the others. She wore a long white gown with intricate embroidery. Her hair was up is a low bun. She led us towards the main room of the castle. The halls were as stunning as the outside. Mahogany floors and crystal chandeliers made a gorgeous match with the emerald green walls. Gorgeous paintings were hung everywhere. We arrived in the main room within minutes. The walls in this room were a pale yellow and the ceiling was completely glass so that light would come in and light the room. The maid left us and King James walked in. “Hello there. How was the trip to our palace?” Michael eyes him cautiously before replying. “It was long but enjoyable. Your kingdom is truly beautiful.” The King’s face lit up with those words. Michael had always been good at making first impressions. “I’m glad to hear it. Luciana is upstairs I send someone to get her immediately.” “Oh there’s no need I’ll send Jeremy to get her if you’re ok with that.” “Yes it’s ok. I’ll have Elmira take you to her quarters immediately.” The second the maids name was mentioned in came a petite woman with short red hair. She wore simple but clean clothing, a brown dress that came to her ankles and a white apron over that. She looked to be about 35 years old and had a warm friendly face. King James spoke a few words to her in some language I was not familiar with and she began walking towards the stairs. “Just follow Elmira up the stairs. She’ll take to where you need to go.” I walked over to where the pixie-like maid stood waiting patiently. She began walking up the stairs and I followed closely behind. I took once last look behind me. Michael look brave enough on the outside, smiling and being as charming as possible. However, I knew that if you were to look into his eyes the worry would still be there. After about two flights of stairs I realized this would be a long walk and therefore I took time to examine the design of the stair way. The actual steps were a light colored wood. Perhaps it was oak. I would have asked Elmira, but it had become apparent that she didn’t speak English. The wooded stairs were steep and they spiraled upwards. There were large windows every 10 or so steps that overlooked the kingdom. The walls here were the same white stone on the outside of the castle. Simple brass sconces lined the wall opposite to the windows, but because it was daytime they weren’t lit. Finally after about 7 flights of stairs we reached a small wooden door. Elmira stood back and motioned to it. I assumed this was Princess Luciana’s room. The door was unlocked and a walked in. I suddenly remembered that I should have knocked first, but it was too late. As embarrassed as I was for my impolite actions I tried to retain my composure and not show it. I was quite good at this. She was beautiful. Her long dark hair was pulled back into a perfect braid. Her skin looked as pale and soft as porcelain and her eyes were a gorgeous green framed by long black eyelashes. She wore a beautiful dress that complimented her striking body well. I stopped myself from examining her appearance immediately. This was my friend’s future bride! She looked up and our eyes met. She looked down in embarrassment clearly attempting to hide it. Her efforts were wasted with her pale skin tone that didn’t do well to hide her unnecessary embarrassment. “Hello?” I asked. CHAPTER 3 The King was tall and stocky. He didn’t exactly look dangerous; however he certainly didn’t look weak. He had a square face and a short neck. His skin was a bit pink from the sun and his hair was dark brown and thinning. His brown eyes were framed with lengthy black eyelashes. He smiled but to me the little grin looked false. I couldn’t have expected more from a man only a week before he was to give his only daughter away for marriage. As would be expected we stood in silence for a few awkward moments until he decided to break the silence. “It’s truly difficult for me you know.” He looked at me with a slightly more welcoming face. “How so your majesty? Your daughter is about to be made a queen and a wife.” “Young Prince, you won’t be able to understand this until you have a daughter of your own and she is leaving you to marry and live in a distant kingdom. I won’t be able to enjoy my morning breakfast with her anymore. I won’t be able to take walks with her every day and I wont be able to protect her myself anymore.” His face was suddenly less friendly and far more threatening. “And if you don’t protect her well enough, you will pay for it.” “Don’t worry about that your majesty no harm will come to your daughter.” My ears detected the sound of distant footsteps and I prepared myself to meet my bride. The soft pattering got louder until I could see the maid, and then Jeremy, and finally Princess Luciana its a love story and im actually really excited about it!!! oh and i dont have the first 2 pages but Luciana wakes up and she eats breakfast =] thanks

soe more jokes for all you ppl? Black Testicles? A male patient is lying in bed in the hospital, wearing an oxygen mask over his mouth and nose, still heavily sedated from a difficult four hour, surgical procedure. A young, student nurse appears to give him a partial sponge bath. Nurse", he mumbles, from behind the mask. "Are my testicles black?" Embarrassed, the young nurse replies, "I don't know, Sir. I'm only here to wash your upper body and feet." He struggles to ask again, "Nurse, are my testicles black?" Concerned that he may elevate his vitals from worry about his testicles, she overcomes her embarrassment and sheepishly pulls back the covers. She raises his gown, holds his penis in one hand and his testicles in the other, lifting and moving them around. Then, she takes a close look and says, "There's nothing wrong with them, Sir!!" The man pulls off his oxygen mask, smiles at her and says very slowly, "Thank you very much. That was wonderful, but, listen very, very closely... A r e - m y - t e s t - r e s u l t s - b a c k? Number 11 A lawyer married a woman who had previously divorced ten husbands.On their wedding night, she told her new husband, "Please be gentle; I'm still a virgin. What?" said the puzzled groom. "How can that be if you've been married ten times? "Well, husband #1 was a Sales Representative; he kept telling me how great it was going to be. Husband #2 was in Software Services; he was never really sure how it was supposed to function, but he said he'd look into it and get back to me. Husband #3 was from Field Services; he said everything checked out diagnostically but he just couldn't get the system up. Husband #4 was in Telemarketing; even though he knew he had the order, didn't know when he would be able to deliver. Husband #5 was an Engineer; he understood the basic process but wanted three years to research, implement, and design a new state-of-the-art method. Husband #6 was from Finance and Administration; he thought he knew how, but he wasn't sure whether it was his job or not. Husband #7 was in Marketing; although he had a product, he was never sure how to position it. Husband #8 was a psychiatrist; all he ever did was talk about it. Husband #9 was a gynecologist; all he did was look at it. Husband #10 was a stamp collector; all he ever did was ... God, I miss him! "But now that I've married you, I'm really excited!" "Good," said the husband, "but, why?" "Duh; you're a LAWYER. This time I KNOW I'm gonna get screwed!" Daily Farting This is a story about a couple who had been happily married for years. The only friction in their marriage was the husband's habit of farting loudly every morning when he awoke. The noise would wake his wife and the smell would make her eyes water and she would gasp for air. Every morning she would plead with him to stop letting them rip because it was making her sick. He told her he couldn't stop and that it was perfectly natural. She told him he should see a doctor, she was concerned that one day he would blow his guts out. The years went by and he continued to let them rip! Then one Thanksgiving morning as she was preparing the turkey dinner, and he was upstairs sound asleep, she looked at the bowl where she had put the turkey innards and neck, gizzard, liver and all the spare parts and a malicious thought came to her. She took the bowl and went upstairs where her husband was sound asleep and, gently pulling back the covers, she pulled back the elastic waistband of his underpants and emptied the bowl of turkey guts into his shorts. Sometime later she heard her husband waken with his usual trumpeting which was followed by a blood curdling scream and the sound of frantic footsteps as he ran into the bathroom. The wife could hardly control herself as she rolled onto the floor laughing with tears in her eyes! After years of torture, she reckoned she got him back pretty good. About twenty minutes later, her husband came downstairs in his bloodstained underpants with a look of horror on his face. She bit her lip as she asked him what was the matter? He said, "Honey, you were right. All these years you have warned me and I didn't listen to you." "What do you mean?" asked his wife. "Well, you always told me that one day I would end up farting my guts out, and today it finally happened. But by the grace of God, some Vaseline, and these two fingers, I think I got most of them back in!" Word Test See if you can do this. Read each line aloud without making any mistakes. If you make a mistake you MUST start over or it won't work. This is this cat This is is cat This is how cat This is to cat This is keep cat This is a cat This is dumbass cat This is busy cat This is for cat This is forty cat This is seconds cat Now go back and read the THIRD word in each line from the top... Betcha can't resist passing it on ;)

Future matron of honor in need of help...what should i do? In about a year I will be a matron of honor. I should be thrilled. However...the bride was my maid of honor this year, and she was horrible. First..when it came to the dresses..I was very lenient...I picked a designer and color..the dress was up to them. She picked through every design and could not find one nice enough..so she went to another designer and got a dress slightly different than the color i wanted...then the day of the wedding complained about (even to this day) about how uncomfortable it was. She has recently picked the same designed I originally wanted for my bridal party...the same one she refused to wear for me, and she stated "you should have no problem finding one you like...this designer has sooo many beautiful gowns.." ahh! The bridal shower...it was convenient for her to throw it on a Friday night..although I told her it was best to schedule things for a Sunday afternoon b/c of family work schedules...but she threw it on a Friday. Complained that she couldn't find a venue..it was too expensive (only to find out when i made her look at prices...$15 for the day to rent). I had given her a list of 40 people. 9 showed. Once again..this i why i told her NO FRIDAYS...but I thought that enough people had rsvp'd that surely she must have felt it was worth having that particular evening. Bachelorette party...she collected money from all bridesmaids (7 total) to buy me a gift. No gift was ever received...ask her today, she swears she gave me something..then changes the subject. I had asked to go to one place in particular months in advance, which we did not go to, and when I later asked her why..she told me the place mysteriously closed down..there was nothing she could do. (I called that place...they are still up and running!) We traveled close to 100 miles to eat at a restaurant complete with a bowling alley...they did not reserve a lane ahead of time...so we ate and left without bowling since the wait was several hours. We then went to a club...which wasn't open yet (11pm)..waited until it opened..no one was present and after asking the bartender we found out the place doesn;t get hopping until 2 AM...she then came to me and said, "Now..I don't want you to make this sway your decision...but it is 12 and I along with another bridesmaid have to work in the morning...just keep that in mind." So we left bc at this time I was furious and sickened that this was the best 7 girls and my supposed maid of honor could muster up. The following day..she stopped by my house to see me. I told her I was frustrated with the night before. She then began yelling at me telling me I did not appreciate her and she was working hard for me. She was just devastated that I thought she was doing less than superb. She then said that since I was being such a baby about things she had to reveal the secret outing they were planning for me to redeem themselves from the bachelorette party. That outing,btw, never happened. Anyway..those are just a few things. I received no help prior to the wedding. I did invitations myself. It just wasn't convenient for her to help. Now, it must be said this is someone who has been in my life forever and more like a sister than a friend because we have been in each other's lives since the beginning. Now she is getting married...I am the matron of honor. I am wondering how much effort I should put into her wedding. I would never screw her over like she did me...but it is difficult to feel like she deserves much when she could have cared less when she was in my position. What should I do? Just to clarify a few things...I am not planning on doing anything horrible for her wedding. It is just hard to get over what she did to me. I have never been so hurt in my life. She had always had selfish tendencies, but if there was one time for her to not be selfish..this should have been it. I say she is like a sister because we have been friends for a very long time. So long that if I were to not be a friend anymore it would feel like a family member was missing, if that makes sense. I did not ask her to be my MOH b/c of the fabulous things she did for me in the past but because she has always been in my life, and although, like siblings we would get into arguments now and again she had never really HURT me like she did here. I guess what I really want some input about is how do I bring this up to her..how do I get over it....I don't know how to phrase the question. I just know I can't exit her wedding...I won't let her down...but I am hurt and it is frustrating.