Bride's Side Beauty Novels & Stories

If I had arrived any later, they'd have run up another $50,000 in shoes and jewelry. I wait for her to make her way back through, but just as I am about to flag her down I see something that makes my heart stand still. In the main viewing hall is the most beautiful bride I have ever seen. Her auburn brown hair has been swept up off her neck and held in place with a crystal tiara and lace veil. Her gently rounding figure is draped elegantly in ivory satin. I have never seen her so carefree, spinning and smiling as she looks at herself in the mirror.

She wanted to make her life easier that way, rather than face his whining and complaints Samaira kept walking ahead of him, diligently picking ingredients and other stuff while he watched her from the side A few strands of hair had fallen over and framed her face from both sides of her cheeks, her side profile looked aglow due to the soft warm lighting of the mall, lending a softness to her delicate features She certainly was a sight to behold even when she didn’t try hard She looked like a perfect little wife who came to pick her husband’s favourite food ingredients Siddharth stood mesmerised by her enchanting beauty which he was sipping on and warming his heart with.. unaware There was no

The hairstyle was a masterpiece—a blend of elegance and grace that perfectly complemented the bride's aura. Ava sat patiently, taking in each moment with a sense of awe and wonder. Her reflection in the mirror revealed a vision she had only dreamt of—a bride, exuding grace and poise, yet with a smile that reflected the depth of her happiness and love.

I dedicated so much effort to every single detail. However, ever since I decided to be with Mabel, this wedding dress had become Mabel's. I found the best tailor and carefully modified it according to Mabel's figure. Now, it perfectly complemented Mabel's elegance, making her as beautiful as a goddess. Lana could only stand by and stare like a clown.

My hair was also a simple bun at the back of my head, with a jewelled clip to hold my veil in place. The bridal gown was pure white and simple. The skirt was flowing with a slight train and the sleeves were lace. Although my father had objected to the ‘unconventional dress’ at first…but he had changed his mind at the last minute when my groom’s father, and by father’s good friend, Mr. Davis, had reminded him that this was the twenty first century and women dressing in lace sleeves was appropriate enough. And yet…Mr. Davis hadn’t thought that arranged marriages should’ve been left behind in the nineteenth century either.

Asher stood at the end of church next to the priest. He looked at his bride who walked down aisle elegantly. Her movement was slow but steady. Her lids hid her eyes that were casted down not daring to look at him. He took in the notice of her bridal gown. A bodice of sheer elegance that hugged her curves like a second skin and an elegant skirt born from the waist that fell down her body in sleek lines. She looked ethereal like a fairy. The soft make up on her face enhanced her innocent looks. Her waist long hair were tied in a bun and a jewelled hair pin was lucky enough to be a part of her accessories.

“Alicia, my father once told me that there is nothing greater in life than a woman. He’s right. You look beautiful, my dear niece.” Alicia was a gorgeous bride, the most beautiful in the world and no one could dispute this, but he knew how disarmingly unaware she was of her prettiness. Her silver-colored crown decked with jewels and her traditional bridal robe embroidered with silver and gold thread reminded him of the time when her mother married.

This girl never fails to amaze us with her acting skills. "Now tell me what you guys are wearing tonight?" It felt like an order. Why do I have to tell her what will I be wearing? Not able to take her attitude anymore I asked, "And why do we have to show you our dresses?" "Because I am the bride." The explanation she gave must be entered in the Guinness world book of records. Raising my eyebrows I queried, "So?" "Actually, I have bought dresses for you both and I want you both to wear that tonight." she kept two sets of dresses in front of us making me and Vritti shocked.

Smiled. “Instead,” he said, stepping back, “I’ve asked someone else to be my bride.” My knees nearly gave way but I stood still, every cell in my body screaming. Out of the crowd, she stepped forward. Clarissa. My sister. Wearing my dress. "Liam," I breathed. "What are you doing?" He didn’t answer me. He extended his hand, to her. “Clarissa, love, come here.” And just like a rehearsed pageantry, she strode down the red carpet, a smile carved on her lips as she walked towards him, confident, calm and cruel.

Chapter 3 Watch me “You're the most beautiful bride that I ever saw,” the woman said. I can see how enticed she was by looking at me in the mirror. I remained staring at myself as well. It should be Bria who was supposed to be here and not me. How did all of this happen and I ended up replacing her? I was indeed gorgeous and stunning with this expensive wedding gown filled with crystals and diamonds all over it. “You can go now,” I commanded when Kirsten just went inside the room.