Jackie onassis wedding dress

For my friend's summer wedding, she isn't having bridesmaids but encouraged close friends to "wear shades of light blue and silver, and florals." It's cocktail attire.
Any suggestions? I LOVE this dress, but it's never available to rent, and I can't find it anywhere to buy. I'm very petite and relatively flat-chested, if that matters.

For my vote, Tracy was simply stunning. The diamonds and lavender were perfect, beautiful and elegant.
I adored the gown that Sam was wearing. I don’t necessarily think sunny yellow is the best color for her, but the dress was so beautiful that it didn’t matter. Plus, it showed off her best “assets” — if you know what I mean and I think you do.
I thought Kristina’s dress was darling and would have been fabulous even if it wasn’t a maternity dress.
As always, Violet looked adorable. I loved her dress and, most importantly, she finally got her wedding!
I wasn’t a fan of the floral-print dresses but I’m not a big fan of floral prints, in general, so I’m biased that way.
What did you guys think of the fashions?

We live on Kaua’i and are not wealthy. Planning a small wedding (50 people) no bridal party, no showers or rehearsals. Something nice but pretty straight forward ( ceremony outside, party inside). Our entire budget without the dress (I already have) is $10-15k. Every venue seems to be $6000+ to rent, before food and vendors. We don’t want to do a beach wedding. Any tips on venue places that we may not know about?

I'm looking for a Snape Centric fanfiction where a young snape ends up looking into the Mirror of Erised and sees himself looking handsome in a suit and Lily Evans looking radiantly beautiful in a white wedding dress underneath the moonlight,
Seeing his hearts most deepest desire Snape decides he wants to become a better person for Lily and engages the help of Narcissa Black and Regulus Black in creating a list of his faults so he can begin correcting them by ticking them off one by one. He ends up calling this ridiculously long list something stupidly long and corny like "Severus Snape's Most Amazing Transformation Plan Operation Moonlight Metamorphosis"
Two other things I remember about this Fic is that Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Black are actually in love and trying to get a marriage contract put in place but Narcissa's Parents Cygnus and Druella Black (neé Rosier) don't really see the benefits of their marriage and want Narcissa to try courting Evan Rosier who's basically a chauvinistic pig and a 2nd or 3rd cousin.
Because of this Lucius ends up convincing Severus who is genuinely his friend to pretend to date Narcissa where they essentially are force to hold hands and kiss on the cheek in public as they pretend to court while Lucius Slowly wears down Cygnus for a love marriage contract. Severus agrees to scare Evan Rosier off with his magical prowess while Narcissa pretends to be his girlfriend all the while helping him fix his faults so he can win over Lily Evans.
The other thing that I remember about this Fic is that during one of the summers when Severus is at home in Cokeworth his drunken bum of a father finds him working out rather pathetically and essentially decides to train him army boot camp style by helping him work out and forcing him to eat more to gain muscle mass. Turns out Tobias Snape was a war veteran from Vietnam who suffers from PTSD and survivors guilt and that's why he drinks.
Another Scene involving Severus and I think Lily later on Severus gets poisoned I think and Lily not knowing what to do subconsciously apparates them to Tobias who is drunk but still puts together a homemade kitchen table blood transfusion. This is where he makes a remark about trying to keep them alive and surviving his haunted past.
PLEASE HELP ME I'M DYING TO READ THIS FIC AGAIN IT WAS ON AO3 PLEASE LINK IT IF YOU KNOW IT.

Why wasn’t Chase’s mother Jackie at his wedding?

I am currently reading the book Rebecca (1938) and the more I read, the more I’m sure I have seen a modern adaptation of it. Older man meets much younger woman. She goes to live with him at his mansion and feels something is off about the place/ people/ etc. In the movie I’m trying to remember, they end up getting married and she unknowingly wears the wedding dress of his late wife and is mortified. This is a modern movie, thriller, and I believe we find out that the man has killed his first wife and her body is on the property somewhere. Help!

Let me give you some context. I (27f) have been friends with "Jessica" (28f) since high school. We've been through everything together - breakups, makeups, and all the ups and downs of life. So, when Jessica got engaged to her longtime boyfriend, I was over the moon for her. I couldn't wait to stand by her side on her big day as her bridesmaid.
But then came the dreaded bridesmaid dress shopping. Jessica had a very specific vision for her wedding, and that included matching bridesmaid dresses in a shade of pastel pink that she claimed would complement everyone's skin tone. The problem? Pastel pink washes me out completely. I tried to gently express my concerns to Jessica, suggesting alternative shades that would be more flattering for me, but she was adamant that we all wear the same color.
I reluctantly went along with it, thinking it wouldn't be so bad once I had the dress on. But when the day of the fitting arrived, I was horrified to see myself in the mirror. The pastel pink dress made me look like a washed-out ghost, and I knew there was no way I could wear it on Jessica's big day. I tried to grin and bear it, but the thought of spending an entire day feeling uncomfortable and self-conscious was too much to bear.
I called Jessica and explained the situation, hoping she would understand and maybe consider a compromise. But she was furious. She accused me of being selfish and trying to ruin her wedding day. She said I was putting my vanity above our friendship and that if I couldn't suck it up and wear the dress, I shouldn't bother showing up at all.
Well, that was the last straw for me. I refused to attend Jessica's wedding, knowing that my presence would only cause more tension and drama on what should have been the happiest day of her life. But now I'm starting to wonder if I made the right decision. Was I being too stubborn? Should I have just sucked it up and worn the dress to support my friend, even if it made me feel uncomfortable? Reddit, AITA for refusing to attend my friend's wedding because of a disagreement over bridesmaid dresses?

“My road has been long and weary, friend”, my annoyance with the bartender was surely obvious. I snatched the whiskey coke from the bar and sucked it down greedily.
“All I’m sayin’ is that it’s noon on a monday there, bud”, his cigarette-charred throat made him sound rougher than his years. Bud… I never really cared for that word, bud. Especially considering I was at least a hundred and fifty years his senior.
“I got all the time in the world”, I sighed, motioning at the empty glass. Without hurry, he refilled the cup. I turned from the bar and scanned the rest of the room, studying the empty chairs waiting for their next patron to arrive. Aside from the old farmer nursing on a corn-themed Busch can, it was utterly empty. It was days like these I hated the most.
I’ve spent many monday afternoons in taverns like these. I’ve also spent them rebuilding our nation after a bloody war, taking part in two more bloody wars overseas and helping countless folk along the way. I watched the Red Scare pull at those old seams, starved with my brothers and sisters during the depression and everything between. Somehow, someway, days like these were even worse.
Lethargic gluttony.
In all my years, all one hundred and sixty eight, this is far and away the most prosperous. It just seems that nobody cares. No more comradery through the pain, or maybe pain brings comradery? I think so.
One hundred and forty six years since I drank the water from a nondescript stream in the backyard of our childhood home. Sweet Lips, what a fitting name for the town it all started in.
I started a family once, maybe a decade after I’d first drank that crick water. We, Mary and I, had two kids, one who survived. I wish that I could say it was a happy life we led but she grew… suspicious. As we approached our 60th cycle around the Sun she became suspicious that my 20s-something face hadn’t aged a day during all that time. She fled and I wandered on alone.
I wedded twice more. My second wife, Isabella, took my things and ran off with another man… another man who I will get to later. Finally, there was Elizabath. Oh, how I loved that little spitfire, her sweet, freckled face. We’d met at a pub in the Bronx a couple years after the end of the second world war. I went to great lengths to hide my past, to hide how long I had really been around for. If it wasn’t for the brain cancer, that little spot on her pituitary gland, then I’m sure she would’ve found out and left anyways. That’s what I try to tell myself.
I will never love again.
“Ya’ alright there?”, I jumped, turning from the window back toward the gravel voiced gentleman staring uneasily my way.
“Just fine, the sunshine feels good”, I relished the dim warmth radiating from the window for a moment longer before shuffling back into the dingy midst of the Green Bottle Blues Inn. I hadn’t been to this bar before, though it felt similar to the hundreds of others I’d visited along my journeys through the American midwest.
“Another?”, the gravel-voiced man was washing out a glass in the dirty sink behind the bar, a damp towel clung limply to his shoulder.
“Sure, but I oughta’ get goin’ afterward”, my smile felt even emptier than the glass I slid toward the man. He glanced at me quizzically before pulling the bottle of whiskey down from the top shelf. I suppose, with enough time, you can afford even the finer things.
“What’s your name, fella?”, he returned the smile though his brow remained furrowed. He was studying me. No surprises there, fella, I’m a couple steps ahead of you.
“Tom, just Tom, not short for nothin’”, I replied, bringing the amber liquid to my lips. I took a deep pull and met the mans gaze. His eyes widened as he took an obvious step backward. Slowly, however, that professional smile returned to his lips.
“What brings you back here, Tom?”, his hands had disappeared beneath the bar, though his eyes stayed level with mine.
To these folks, I was the antichrist. I suppose I can’t blame them for the aggression.
“I was thinkin’ about paying my old brother a visit, as I’m sure you know”, I shrugged, struggling to get the last drop of Drambuie from the glass.
Truthfully, I hadn’t been welcome in Sweet Lips ever since my brother and I fell out all those years ago. All those decades ago. He chose a different route with his immortality.
The gravel-voiced man stiffened, revealing the double-barrel shotgun he had fished from underneath the bar. He stuck the barrel directly in my face.
“Jesus, you treat all your customers like this?”, I replied coolly, still clutching that empty thing in my hands. The man seemed to buckle a bit and laugh, a nervous chuckle it was.
“No sir, nobody but you”, he straightened himself up, revealing his massive frame. Big man, big man.
I stood slowly, leaning in close to the mans face as the barrel of his gun drew further back. His eyes were hectic, seemingly shaking in their deep sockets.
“He’s lead you astray, y’know”, I bared my teeth, my teeth which would've been dust if not for the water in that little stream.
The only thing that hurt as much as Elizabath, maybe even more, was watching my dear brother grow so bitter through the years. The only other person who shared this curse with me had chosen to do harm to those around him. It makes me sick.
I gripped the glass more harshly, swinging my arm toward the man's face. Suddenly, something stopped. I turned right and noticed the thick, rough hands clutching at my arm. The old man. The fucking old man.
The gun butt swung, and the world went quiet.
The church spire stood tall and obscenely white against the cloudless sky, bending almost imperceptibly at its tip like it was a misplaced set piece of a Tim Burton stop-motion film. Curled, decrepit grass jutted from underneath its foundations like dying hands reaching for help. A well made of gray stone and mortar resided no more than ten yards in front of the vestibule.
Two men clung at each arm, though I doubted I could make a run for it in my current state. A circle of various people surrounded the well, all of them were adorned in either red dresses or red suits.
In the very center of the group, standing directly behind the well, was an all-too-familiar face. He smiled, a hideous grin.
“I knew you’d come”, he hiccupped, trying to stifle a laugh. I could only watch helplessly, my obliterated nose filling my mouth with the coppery taste of blood.
“Tom”, his smile fell flat, his eyes burning through me with all the horrors of a thousand lifetimes, “I wanted you to have a front row seat”.
My brother, Timothy, began pulling at the rope hanging deep down in the well. A bucket, like most wells, was at the other end. He produced a knife and sliced the buckets fraying rope, careful not to spill any of its contents while doing so.
Timothy fell to one knee, presenting the receptacle to the man standing to his left. He accepted, bringing the rim of the bucket to his lips and taking a deep, satisfying pull. The man smiled, a sinister, deviant smile before passing the bucket onward.
“Soon, Tom, this world will be ours”, Timothy declared, his face remaining flat and emotionless.
As soon as the last of the townsfolk, the last member of the Sweet Lips Congregation, took a swig from the well water, the men released me. I fell in a heap. I never thought he would share the water, I knew I should’ve come sooner.
“Let him go, he’s gonna need a head start”, the immortal man spat.

I came out to my parents about being non binary (AFAB) when I was 16, I've known it since I was 15 and rn I'm 20. So it's been a long time and I'm quite sure of myself about who I am and how I feel. A few years ago my mom kept telling me that it was a phase and my dad even told me that I was just following a trend that that if I ever did anything to make my body appear less feminine then he wonnt consider me his child anymore... Other than that everything was great in my life.
But now my parents are suddenly trying to accept me! I have no idea what changed but today my mom came to my room to give me some of my dad's old clothes, we're going to attend a wedding soon so I needed good clothes for that, and she gave me my dad's old suit! I was so happy that for the first time she didn't ask me to wear a dress, and my dad accepted to lend me his old clothes for a formal event without trying to convince me to wear something else first😁😁😁 And when I tried everything on my mom looked at me and I could see all the love in her eyes and she just said ''you're becoming a beautiful person'' I almost cried, I'm french so we have a very binary language and she used the word joli/jolie which means beautiful but it sounds the same way no matter if it's masculine or feminine (unlike beau/belle), and she said person and not young woman as she usually did
I'M SO HAPPY 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 They're both 50+ and they're actually trying to change how they acted and how they were raised (like considering anything LGBT+ just a young people trend) to accept me as me 🥰 I love them so much and I just want to share that joy with everyone and anyone right now 🥳❤️

Recently, I haven't been getting along with my fiance. She has been extremely fixated on dinosaurs recently, although she has done very minimum research on the topic. The only dinosaur representations she's seen (outside of skeletons in the museum) are mascots of the Sinclair gas station and a few cartoon drawings. I've gotten her text books on dinosaurs, yet she refuses to read them because she self diagnosed "dyslexia." I know that she's always been able to read, and she simply won't read dinosaur books, not even comic books.
I understand that this all sounds remotely normal so far, although this unresearched obsession has been getting worse and worse. I have no problem with my fiance having hobbies or interests, but she's looking to change her legal name from Stacey to "Terra Dactol," which is unnecessary. She thinks that this is funny, and intentionally made it a pun, but I told her that it was stupid and I wouldn't marry her if she changed her name to this. I may have been a bit harsh, but at least she agreed not to change her name to Terra Dactol.
I thought everything was going smoothly the next few weeks, until she told me that she wanted to theme our wedding around dinosaurs. She's only been interested in dinosaurs for the last year or two, so not a very long time. We dated for five years, so I was there when this obsession was first being introduced. She told me she bought me a dinosaur tie to wear to our wedding, she told me she wanted a dinosaur cake, t-rex tablecloths, velociraptor napkins, and a "Jurassic Park Cartoon Edit" screening. I'm unsure if this is even a thing. I laughed it off, but she was completely serious. For the next few days, she kept insisting that we base our wedding around dinosaurs, which again, she never actually researched. It was all just cartoons, and whenever I tried to get her gifts (the textbook, for example), she would refuse to read them. I finally told her I wasn't willing to have a dinosaur wedding, and she started bawling, telling me that I was toxic because her interests meant nothing to me, which obviously wasn't true. I just didn't want a wedding, which I had waited for my entire life, themed around some cartoon dinosaurs, that she'd liked for a few years. She stormed out of our apartment, coming back later that night with her name changed (Terra Dactol) and a tattoo of a cartoon dinosaur on her hip. I told her that she was taking this too far, and she responded that she'd already bought a dinosaur dress, which wasn't even directly related. I told her I couldn't bring myself to marry someone who valued dinosaurs over their significant other, and that we could've talked this out rather than her acting so drastically.
AITA for calling off my wedding because my fiance likes dinosaurs?

Knit Fabric Recommendations
I’m looking to make a dress similar to this for my sister’s wedding (i’m her maid of honor). I want to make it with a knit fabric that has some stretch, but I’m really not sure what type to use.
I’ve made a few mock ups out of a jersey knit from Joann’s (definite no), a performance knit which was slightly better but a bit thin if anything, and then a stretch crepe which worked beautifully but I can’t find the right color.
Any recommendations would be so helpful!!

Ok so I am buying this dress but can’t decide between beige and black. I never wear black because I have red hair and feel like it makes me look vampy (lol). I am definitely a nude person because it goes well with my tan skin/warm toned hair. HOWEVER, I’m nervous that beige is not ok for a wedding? I know no one attending the wedding. Every friend and family member I’ve asked says the beige is fine, but I’m still not sure.
Wedding detes: 1. Black tie/formal. Guys in tuxes. Women must wear long dresses. 2. Memorial Day weekend 6pm wedding 3. Catholic service and reception at a private club. 4. Wedding is in NY.
Dress in question: https://www.saksfifthavenue.com/product/Mac-Duggal-Beaded-Column-Gown-0400014293520.html?dwvar_0400014293520_size=8&site_refer=CSE_GGLPLA%3AWomens_Dresses%3AMac+Duggal&country=US¤cy=USD&CSE_CID=G_Saks_PLA_US_Women%27s+Apparel_Dresses_High+LTV%3AAll+Dresses&gad_source=1&gbraid=0AAAAADO6JtRZ35Gcz4UX6xeiUc7a3TJaG&gclsrc=aw.ds&famobileapp=1&dwvar_0400014293520_color=BLACK