Novel & Cerita Bridal Carry

5. BRIDAL CAR: The car that carries the Bride and the Groom after the ceremony; usually adorned with flowers and signage saying “Just Married!” I picked out a bright lavender outfit that accented my curves, bared my shoulders and exposed my long perfect legs. I was going to tease Bryan… with something he never had. Something that he should have been having by now, had he waited. I used to be a little bit on the conservative side when I was with him. But they’d stripped me of almost everything so what did I have to lose?

"It's gorgeous!" "You think so, really?" Cal asked, turning to look at it. "Really." I started to walk toward the door, but without warning, Cal bent down and scooped me up into his arms. "Ah!" I screamed out, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck so that he wouldn't drop me. "What are you doing?!" "It's tradition to carry a new bride across the threshold of the house after they get married," Cal explained. "I would hardly call this a traditional wedding. You don't have to do that."

It seemed as if time stood still for them as they connected with each other's souls through their eyes. Serenity's breath stuck in her throat and she lost all her senses. He looked so gorgeous in a black tuxedo and a white shirt with a red rose pinned to his lapel. He had grown up, matured, and filled up nicely. A nudge from Liam, made her realize that the bridal procession was about to start. Walter and William were the ring bearers. Serenity followed them inside the banquet hall, down the rose petal-strewn aisle. Her whole body was acutely aware of Alexander's constant hot stare upon her.

I still had a long way to go. Carter caught me with such ease as if I were just a single paper. He immediately carried me into his arms. Bridal style or princess carry, whichever people called it.. As if it were the most obvious thing to do. And as if it were naturally his job to do so in the first place,. We went to a sofa, and he sat there. With me. Still. On. His. Freaking. Lap!!!!! Not wanting to let go of me as his arms snaked into my waist.

I reach down to sweep her off her feet pulling her securely into a traditional bridal carry. "What are you doing?!" Rosalynd shouts, her eyes wide with embarrassment and shock. "Put me down!" "Are you sure you want me to do that? You look like you're in pain and..." "That doesn't mean you need to carry me like...like a bride!" As her flesh grows a bright rosy red, I wonder what she is thinking about to bring that flush to her cheeks so swiftly.

he ordered. The house buzzed with activity below—laughter, music, the murmur of guests arriving. My heart thudded as I waited, pacing the room back and forth. Finally, stepmother and one of the bridal assistants appeared to escort me downstairs. I stepped onto the grand staircase, the room below coming into view. The decorations were extravagant, every detail meticulously arranged. Guests turned their eyes toward me, and a ripple of whispers spread through the crowd. "She's beautiful." "Is that Evelyn? I didn't expect…"

Her shoes, adorned with tiny crystals, sparkled as she slipped them on, adding a touch of glamour to her bridal look. As Carmen gazed at her reflection, the weight of the moment hit her, and her eyes glistened with tears of joy. Anita handed her a handkerchief, their bond of sisterhood shining brightly. The room was filled with a mix of emotions – excitement, nervousness, and an overwhelming sense of love. Carmen took a deep breath, ready to embark on this new chapter of her life as she prepared to walk down the aisle and join hands with Kay, the love of her life.

I shook my head, grabbing my arm and yelping a bit. “I’ll walk. I experience pain every day anyway, this is no big deal.” It is a big deal. I just lied to keep my face and dignity. No way in hell I would surrender and be treated so pity. But with one sweep of motion, I felt him scooping me up in a bridal style. I held my breath, stunned at this. This is my first time being carried like this, other than Darian. I could smell earth's scent, a nice mix of lavender.

A light smile secured my lips and my broken heart was soon mended. I felt whole once again and there he wrapped his hand around my waist before carrying me up in a bridal style. *** *** *** Stepping out of the car, he walked closer to me and took me up in a bridal style before taking the entrance door and matching up the spacious stairs. I wrapped my hands tightly around his neck while he took the stairs graciously with his gaze fixed on mine. I pray we don't tremble down. After taking the stairs, he took the turn that led to our room and I held his neck slightly, I felt heavy and I didn't want to put my whole weight on him.

With lightning speed, he darted towards me, his strong arms outstretched. The next thing I knew, I was lifted off the ground and cradled securely in his arms. I couldn't help but feel a rush of gratitude and a sense of vulnerability as I stared into his deep, caring eyes. His powerful presence enveloped me as he carried me with ease, like a groom carrying his bride. The warmth of his touch seeped through my gown, and I felt safe, cherished, and protected. The room seemed to fade away as his focused gaze remained fixed on me, ensuring my well-being.