Weasley, Amora Adele. Molly and Arthur Weasley's gorgeous daughter, the youngest of the Weasley triplets, Fred and George. The redhead clan's first daughter. She is a prefect and the Captain for the Gryffindor Quidditch team, playing as a chaser.
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Amora's POV
A few laters, now me and Vik are going to our separate tailors. We are going to the same store owners and all, but different location. Apparently Adrikula's Taylor has actually two different locations. The one we went last time has more selection for females, and the other one has more on males.
The planning for the wedding has been hectic but still awarding as we got what we wanted. We got the invitations, color dress codes, the venue, and the decors- the same ones who designed for the ball.
"Go big, my love," Vik's voice snaps me from my thoughts, and I look to see him get ready to meet with the groomsmen, just as I'm finished getting ready to meet with the rest of the girls while sitting on our bed.
I hum confused.
He smiles, "I know you're worried about the price ranges of the dresses. And I want you to stop worrying about them. Pick whichever you want, whether the price is expensive or not. It's your dress, a dress to remember."
I bit my lip and nodded hesitantly. Yeah, I've been thinking about it. During the times I've been in the store, I have seen many different wedding gowns that would probably cost around 10k galleons on Wizarding Money. I don't want to spend much since we got a whole wedding to pay, but at the same time, Vik is right. It is my dress. My wedding dress. I may have money, both me and Vik do, but you have to think about the prices as well, even being comfortable with money.
Vik finished with getting ready and moved towards me, standing in front of me, pulling my hands up to make me stand up.
He places his large arms around ny waist and pulls me to his chest, "I want you to be happy on our wedding Amora. I want you to feel special on our wedding. And I want you to see that you're truly beautiful on our wedding. Do this if not for me, for you." Then he places a soft kiss on my forehead as I close my eyes.
