Layered!Belle if Rumpel asks you to marry him and you say yes, will you wear the gown he designed for you? or will you wear something else?
It was a gorgeous dress. Everyone told her so over and over during the reception, held outdoors in the Shakespeare gardens of Central Park. The lace was delicate and pretty, the boat neck emphasized her delicate shoulders and the champagne-coloured sash had an exquisite beading that contrasted with the simplicity of the gown. She left her hair half-up and half-down, taking into consideration how her fiancé- husband now, actually- loved to play with is when he was nervous.
Though everyone expected them to sneak out somewhere during the reception they were the last to leave. Dove escorted Bae back to his mother's, Belle and Rum said goodbye to the rest of the guests and even the staff was given a two-hour break before they had to start cleaning up. Belle wasted no time carefully getting out of her wedding gown and into another one, the strapless concoction he'd made for her back when he thought he'd never have her for his own.
"Was it silly not to want to share the dress with anyone else?"
They waltzed in spite of the lack of music, the designer locating as many secluded spots as he could to usher his little bride into for some intimacy later.
"No. I feel rather possessive of this dress and of you in it. I'd been in the foulest of moods if you'd actually worn it to the ceremony, with all those prying eyes admiring the way the lace accentuates your delicate collarbone."
He dipped her, enjoying the way she laughed before pulling her close.
"Good. We were in agreement, then."
As they kissed his hands sought the fastenings of the gown, undoing them with the quick precision only a designer could ever have. As much as he loved the dress it was very much in the way.
(see second dress here).