Probably the hardest choice that anyone has to make on their wedding day – I’m still on this wonderful bandwagon! – is what to wear underneath all the finery everyone else will get to see. This is where she will be able to make her own choices, without necessarily having to cater to the whims and desires of her future Grandmother-in-Law, but fully with the whims and desires of her future husband in mind.
Here a few suggestions. Feel free to make your own too.
The full outfit, from top to bottom and beyond. Reasonably light and easy to wear and, judging by the assessments of what they’re going to be spending on the whole event, a snip of a price for something luxurious against her skin.
Perhaps she will prefer something a little bit more adventurous, thought-provoking when the time comes to final reveal what she has been holding back from the general public.
And if that makes her feel too hot, in an uncomfortable way, there is always the slightest hint of underwear as an alternative. I’m sure she could carry this off just as well as anything else on offer.
Naturally we shouldn’t forget that the best brides always wear something blue too, a sign that they are not completely innocent in every way and, after such a long getting to know you with William, I think a bit of blue is definitely called for.
Although I might be doing her a great wrong here, and perhaps she just needs the smallest of garters and need have no fears that anyone knows what else might have happened during those long nights.
Perhaps she will dump all tradition and go for the provocative, exotic, smallest possible sign that she is more than looking forward to what happens once all the pomp and ceremony is out of the way.
Personally I would go for something in-between: a good mixture of elegance and ease, alongside the necessary exotic and erotic.
I doubt that she needs a corset, unless the blue really is called for and this becomes a shotgun wedding. It wouldn’t be the first time in history, or she might just put on a bit of weight which needs hiding in case the gutter-press gets the wrong idea. Not that she needs it, yet.
But there are a few good mixtures of support, erotic, comfort and taste.
Let’s be honest, the choice is so wide, the variety of possibilities practically unlimited. Sad to say we are unlikely ever to find out just what she does wear underneath all the finery. Perhaps William will notice, perhaps he will be either too tired after the ceremony. Perhaps one of the maids-in-waiting, in grand old age, will let the secret out in an all-revealing autobiography.
Love & Kisses, Viki.