Bridal Style Carry นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Yohan arrived and gave him a pat on the back. "Go on, buddy. It's your day." As the ceremony commenced, Noah stood at the altar, looking dashing in his groom attire. Jemma, the stunning bride, walked down the aisle, escorted by her father, dressed in a stunning wedding gown. The gown, a masterpiece in blush, shimmered in the light, adorned with delicate lace and intricate designs. Its flowing train followed her steps, improving her elegance with every movement. Her hair was styled impeccably, framing her radiant face, and her eyes were lowered. The delicate veil covering her face added to the allure, and her graceful steps echoed through the venue, capturing everyone's attention. As she walk

The two brides left almost simultaneously, but their entourages and their own states of mind were completely different. Carissa's head was covered by the white veil. She could only see the hem of her gown and the white satin shoes that peeked out as she moved. Her hand was held by Winona. Winona's long, slender fingers provided a reassuring grip. In front of them, the matchmaker spoke many blessings. Carissa couldn't see anyone, and could only vaguely sense that she had arrived at the estate's entrance. There was a sense of the pressure of a crowd at the gate, suggesting that many people had come.

The train ran fifteen feet long with a lace design and gold Swarovski crystals at the end of it. I glanced at the mirror as Mom came to stand behind me. Without a word, she carefully pinned the veil at the back of my bun. My long black hair has been perfectly coiffed into curls that fell on either side of my face and a messy bun that looked elegant. An intricate ivory tiara, that had been passed down the Easton family for over a century, sat atop my head. Once the veil was in place, Mom pulled it over my face. She came to stand in front of me, blocking my reflection and bringing me out of my thoughts. “There you go,” she murmured, her voice coming out choked. She had tears in her eyes. “You

Nathan: We got out of the car and I carried her bridal style to the building. She pouted and kissed my cheek. “You know that you don’t have to carry me. I can walk on my own.” I grinned. “It’s practice. I have to make sure that I can carry you on our wedding day.” Her mouth opened and clamped shut. Her face burned red and she buried her face in my neck. There is no way I was going to leave her single, carrying my child.

Since Travis and Ally were the only witnesses, Travis had to do double duty as both best man and escort for the bride. Travis walked back down the aisle again and held out his arm. Terrence’s breath caught when Christine stepped up beside him. He felt like he’d been punched in the chest at the sight of her. She looked beautiful in a white lace dress with fitted three-quarter sleeves and a snug bodice. She carried a bouquet of red and pink roses, and her hair was styled up with a small silver circlet and an old-fashioned veil down the back. She looks like an angel. Her smile was bright as she walked down the aisle, her eyes locked on his.

I asked, surprised. "Tradition," he said simply. "The bride's feet must not touch the ground before the chapel doors. The groom must carry her inside." I wrapped my arms around his neck. His ancient, comforting scent of ice and snow surrounded me, and I felt strangely safe. With everyone watching, Damien carried me toward the chapel doors. Just then, I caught the faintest curve of his lips. It was the barest hint of a smile. A flicker of satisfaction. And my frozen heart skipped a beat.

I almost jumped for joy when Jett finally pulled the cloth away from my mouth, but then I remembered I was supposed to be unconscious, so I held myself back. “He’s tougher than I thought, huh? I really expected him to squirm more,” I heard Jett mumble, probably talking to himself. 'Wow. The nerve. And seriously? This is how he carries people? Not even a bridal style?' I grumbled internally as he lift me up like a sack of rice. 'But then again, I can’t really blame him.' I sighed in my thoughts. What kind of guy would carry another dude bridal-style, right? Still… he could’ve at least carried me properly. His shoulder is basically stabbing my stomach.

Besides, we can do this stuffs on our own. The baby blue dress is very close to my body. Pastels are what the bride's maids should wear so that's what I chose. It's a chiffon off shoulder dress that reaches to the feet. My hair was braided into a bun, with a few strands of hair left on my face. And lastly, the flower crown as the finishing touch.

Due to the length of the gown, no one could tell that she was wearing a two inch stilettos and she was very comfortable, making a mental note to thank Sarah later because she still looked fabulous. Caddaric found her mesmerizing but was afraid because he could not see her bump. The dress hid it well. Whereas, he noticed something else. Ariana was not wearing a tiara like Juliet and Sarah but a Crown. Casper gave it to her before walking her down the aisle to differentiate between the bride of the heir and his two greatest confidantes. It made a huge difference and Casper was smiling proudly, knowing that all his plans for Caddaric to marry for love worked out, even for Carter and Colton.

Derek glanced at them and then, to my absolute shock, he kneeled down in front of me. “What are you doing?” “Helping you.” His hands circled my ankle, gentle but firm, and he slipped off one heel, then the other. “These are dangerous. Someone could get seriously hurt.” “Derek, it’s fine—” Before I could finish the sentence, he straightened up and swept me up into his arms. Bridal carry. As if I weighed nothing. “Oh my God,” I gasped, blood rushing to my face. “Derek, put me down. I’m too heavy, you’re going to hurt yourself—”