The Hour of Apparitions Bridal Gown

Size	Bust (in)	Waist (in)
3XS	29	23
XXS	31	25
XS	33	27
S	35	29
M	37	31
L	39	33
XL	41	35
XXL	43.5	37.5
1X	46	40
2X	49	43
3X	52	46
4X	55	49

“And all that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.” — Edgar Allan Poe

There are brides who belong to this world, and others who seem to have wandered into it from somewhere beyond the veil. Pale as moonlight upon marble, beautiful as a last farewell, The Hour of Apparitions Bridal Gown is a vision of such exquisite, otherworldly romance that it seems almost impossible to believe in its earthly existence. Great, cascading folds of ivory spill into a magnificent procession of ruffles, their spectral splendour recalling the shrouds of some beautiful, long-forgotten apparition, still dressed in the finery of a love that death itself could not extinguish. There is something achingly mournful in its extravagance, as though an entire lifetime of longing has been gathered into one impossible gown. A bridal vision suspended between innocence and the grave, between the promise of forever and the terrible beauty of things that were never meant to last

Nostalgic bridal gown dripping with delicate vintage lace
Achingly beautiful bustle detail at the back with soft, romantic drapes
Bustle features fabric covered buttons to secure your bridal train off the floor. You can use different buttons and loops to customise your bustle
Hitch detail at the front of the skirt
Boned bodice and corseted back to sculpt your figure
Velveteen ribbons throughout
Fully lined

Perhaps somewhere, in that strange and silent hour when the living world has fallen asleep, she still appears. A pale figure beneath the dying candlelight, her skirts whispering across the floor, the delicate remnants of a bridal veil stirring in the darkness. She is neither quite a memory nor entirely a ghost, but something infinitely more beautiful and more sorrowful: the last exquisite trace of a love that has refused to vanish. And when the first light comes, there is nothing left but the faintest impression of ivory upon the darkness, and the terrible, lovely feeling that something magnificent has been lost forever.