Bridal Style Carry Novels & Stories

Frustrated, I took my mind off it, breathing out and closing my eyes. Flora squeezed my hand tightly. “It’s normal to have cold feet.” I gave her a confused look and remained silent till we got to the church and I had to walk down the aisle, with my maids of honor, carrying my bridal train. It was a fish cut dress with flay at the end that outlines my figure. There was a veil on my head, disturbing my vision. It was hard walking in with all attention being on me. What was scarier was it was an actual church and I was getting married?

Noella’s POV The atmosphere in the bride's dressing room was full of excitement. I sat in front of the mirror, wearing a graceful white wedding dress with intricate lace embellishments. All the wedding accessories were perfectly set; a diamond tiara in my hair, a pearl necklace that hung beautifully around my neck, and ivory-colored high heels that added elegance to my appearance. In my hand, I held a bouquet of wedding flowers consisting of white roses and lilies, symbols of purity and eternal love.

Guerrier said looking at he's father, "you look magnificent don't you think you deserve to be my Bride?" "I can hear you Guerrier" Cadeau said as she hugged the maids goodbye. "Okay everyone it's time to go. We have to be early in order to welcome the guests.. Rani, Mr Wan and Remy used one car and the girls in another while Cadeau, Fleur, Natasha, and Guerrier got in one. •methapatti_ piece of jewelry or pendent worn by the bride along the middle forehead to part of the hair.

He slowly moved closer and poked my kneecap, examining my pale legs with his eyes as if he was looking for some kind of outside wound. He made a face and let out a sigh. "Can I carry you?" he inquired. "Yes," I muttered, relief rattling my lungs. He dipped his large hands under the soft bed and lifted me up in his strong arms, carrying me in a bridal style. He had a frown plastered on his face, avoiding eye contact, like he didn't want to look at his boss's woman.

Why do I feel like she's showing favoritism here? "The bride is expected to put on her face covering before the priest goes up to the wedding altar." My mother rushed to me, dressing me in a white cloth that connected with a diamond crown. To my right and left stood two bridesmaids in white dresses, complete with a basket of cherry blossom petals. On the red carpeted floor that ran through the center of the wedding hall, there I was. I don't understand, isn't my father supposed to be carrying me? Why isn't he here?

/Brian's pov/ I hold her hand as I lead her towards the stairs on the high table but I notice that she was walking really slowly like she was going to trip and fall "This is not going to work" I mumble as I lift her off the ground carrying in a bridal styled way because that is exactly what she is to me, she is my bride. "What are you doing?" I she inquires in an alarmed voice "Don't open your eyes" I quickly instruct her so that she doesn't ruin my Suprise.

The sound of the ocean waves whooshed as they hit the shoreline outside their balcony, the lullaby rocking them gently to sleep. *** Seated on the bride’s side next to Ritchie and Bruce, Chris beamed as he watched Fiona walk down the aisle in a floral, designer bridesmaid’s gown. In her hands, she carried a single Bird of Paradise flower, and her blonde hair was in an updo, revealing her high cheekbones and long neck. Their eyes met, and hers crinkled into an unmistakable, naughty smirk, causing

We went upstairs and started getting ready for the wedding. Adara sat in the swivel chair while Tamara blow dried her hair and started the soft, flowing, braided up-style. She placed the blue diamante hair clip in Adara’s hair just above her neck so that when she walked down the aisle, everyone would be able to see it. “This was Karani’s hair clip. She gave it to me on that first visit here when we first talked about your wedding to Kiran.” Adara’s eyes had fresh tears in them as Claire spoke. How she wished that Karani could be here with her.

I smirked knowingly. Minutes later, the bride has finally arrived. We all looked at my mother who was standing in the end of the carpet, wearing a white bridal gown with elegant heart neckline, embroidered with authentic crystals. She was holding her bouquet firmly as she started walking. Behind that transparent veil, I could see her twinkling lively eyes and sweet smile. She’s that… happy.

"You can carry me." He nodded once, then stepped closer. "This is going to be easier if I carry you bridal style instead of over my shoulder. Is that okay?" "That's fine." He bent down and slid one arm under my knees, the other around my back. Then he lifted me like I weighed nothing, cradling me against his chest. I wrapped my arms around his neck automatically, trying to help distribute my weight even though he clearly didn't need the help. And suddenly we were very, very close.