A Bride's Prayer On Her Wedding Day Novels & Stories

The host enthusiastically delivered the opening speech on stage, and the guests all took their seats to wait for the wedding to begin. Everything went smoothly until it was time for us to make our vows. I was about to say "I do" when suddenly a sharp shout came from outside the door. "No, I object!" For a moment, everyone was stunned as they turned their heads to look at the door. I looked over and saw Lana standing there with red and swollen eyes and disheveled hair, looking completely distraught.

She held the garland and leaned closer to him, she put the garland and was about to lean back but she stopped when she heard him saying, “ You should know you are the most beautiful bride in this world....." he husked again. She only glanced at him. He was smiling. A smile of proudness was dancing on his lips. The priest continued with his prayers and then he asked Rehaan to tie Mangal Sutra around her neck. Her heart was beating fastly as priest started chanting prayers along with the sounds of music instruments playing in the background. It's time now! I'll be married to him!!! she thought to herself.

-Priest. "Let us bow our heads in prayer. Lord, we thank you for gathering everyone here today. We ask that you help Vito and Jenn to remember the strong love that they share. To work that love into practical things so that nothing can divide them. May their love always inspire them to be kind in their words, considerate of the other’s feelings, and concerned for the other’s needs and wishes. Increase their faith and trust in You. Bless their marriage with peace and happiness and make their Love fruitful for Your glory and their joy, both here and in eternity. Amen." -Priest.

Third Person's POV "I'm here, where is my bride grandpa?" He scoffed at grandpa and sat in front of the holy fire. Jason understood that something is wrong but he was seeing Austin winning. He looked at Ariana and they felt that Myra proved them wrong. Austin gave a taunting look at the priest but his aura was authorized. The priest was frightened by his deadly glare only and started enchanting Mantras. Hesitantly, Aarjav also sat at his place and the wedding has been started. After a few minutes of worshipping, the priest said apparently, "Call the brides."

Sophie stood at the back of the nave in a borrowed cardigan, watching the wedding coordinator — a brisk, efficient woman named Priya who carried a clipboard like a weapon — direct the bridal party into position with the patience of someone who had clearly done this a hundred times. "Bride and groom, if you wouldn't mind," Priya called, gesturing toward the back of the aisle. "We'll run the processional first, then the vows, then the recessional. Try to walk at the pace you'll actually walk on the day , I've had brides sprint down the aisle before out of nerves and it ruins the photographs."

My young mistress's betrothed was dying, and she ordered me to marry him in her place to turn his luck. People believed the joy of a wedding could drive out sickness and misfortune, and that a dying man might be pulled back from the grave by it. "The royal physicians all say Lord Blackwell won't live past seven days! Why should I marry him only to be buried at his side? "He's never even seen me. You can marry him instead. "You're nothing but a lowborn maid. Being allowed to marry the regent is the luck of a lifetime." Before I could react, the glowing words appeared before my eyes again. [Celeste is such an idiot. What does she mean, he won't live past seven days? Lord Blackwell has the

"If there's any reason these two should not be joined together in matrimony, speak now or be silent forever." No one spoke from the congregation; Marian wished someone would just come in and stop the wedding. "I now declare you..." Her breath ceased at that moment; her legs wobbled, and she trembled. "...Husband and wife!" The congregation cheered on louder. Marian sniffed; the moment she dreaded most was now before her. "You may now kiss the bride." The priest said. Her heart dropped to her stomach; Bruce would finally open her veil and see who was behind it.

I tell him smiling softly, he then places my hand in Ace's huge one and whispers something to him. Ace chuckles deeply before nodding. We then make our way to stand in front of the Priest. He turns his head to me and asks "Ready?" I smile and nod "Ready" The Priest then clears his throat getting everyone's attention. "Friends and Family, we are gathered here today to witness the joining of two lives. This is the marriage celebration of two people who are special to you" "Who gives the bride away?" The Priest asks and my father immediately responds "I do"

The next day, the Maldives was bright and cloudless. From my office, I watched the resort's internal feed. The glass chapel over the water looked perfect. White roses lined the aisle. Ethan stood under the floral arch in the white tuxedo I had paid for, his face already tight. Bianca sat in the front row with my bracelet on her wrist. Her parents sat where mine should have been. Lila texted me. [Rosalyn, where are you? The wedding is starting. You're not really making everyone wait, are you?]

It's contagious, my inner demons shrinking under the power of his radiant sun. I can breathe again; the air is sweet from the roses on the altar. His unique scent pierces through everything else, filling my nose. There are soft murmurs in the crowd. Ulyana, holding the crown over my head, smiles kindly. Olesya, her hands gripping a bouquet of marigolds and baby's breath as she waits on the sidelines, smiles as well. Clearing his throat twice, the priest lifts his hands high. "By the power invested in me, under the eyes of God, I pronounce these two husband and wife."