Btob Dear Bride Novels & Stories

"Lexie Shay Dillon, do you take Zheme Mardruk Algae for your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?" Lexie looked towards Zheme, hands nervously squeezing his. "I...I do." "You have declared your consent to the church." The priest clasped both his hands behind his back, a pleasant yet hardly noticeable smile on his lips. "You may now kiss the bride." Zheme was the first to lean in, plump lips crashing onto Lexie's with a gentle passion. Her lips were as soft and as moist as ever and just like Zheme's they moved with a slow and delicate tendency.

How on earth could a total stranger hate me? L ater that night, we sat on the deck at the Hub, the sun setting, the burnished radiance lighting the sky, the patio lights on, casting their glow around us. The two tables were full. All the BAM men and their wives were there, relaxing after the busy, happy day. Heather and Reed were on their way to Brazil, Heather’s dream of seeing a rain forest and being able to capture the beauty of the colors herself having been fulfilled by Reed. It was the best wedding gift he could have given her. We sent them to Toronto in a limo, having booked them a honeymoon suite for the night so they were closer to the airport for their early morning departure.

"Oh please, don't ruin my mood with your never ending pity. Let me just imagine myself wearing it and assume you got it for me and present it to me like this… she paused as she dramatized how Naya would go on her knees to present the bracelet to her. "I'm presenting a bracelet not asking you to be my wife," Naya muttered giggling. "Even if you ask me I would have said no if you were a guy," enola scoffed. "You dare not, you won't be able to resist my handsome face," Naya bragged. "And you won't be able to resist my honey ass," enola replied, shaking her ass.

As I sat there, watching the workers move around swiftly, I couldn’t help but notice how the shop was filled with an array of beautiful gowns, each more stunning than the last. The day after tomorrow was the big day - my wedding day. I couldn't believe it was finally happening. Gabby and I had been planning this day for what felt like forever, and now it was almost here. Since the delivery was running a bit late, I decided to look around the shop instead, while I sipped on the champagne that they had provided. I had just been to a cake tasting earlier with Gabby before we separated, and the alcohol seemed blissful after all the cakes I had consumed.

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whispering to each other in Portuguese. I sat on a tufted velvet couch in the center of it all, somewhere between laughing and hyperventilating. “Okay, little sunshine,” Alessia said, crossing one long leg over the other. “We have six private appointments today, but this is our favorite stop. Couture. Minimal alterations. And It’s on me, of course.” I blinked, “What do you mean on you?” Claire smiled gently, handing me a sparkling water in a crystal flute like we were at a royal tea party. “It’s a Capone tradition. The mother of the groom buys the bride her dress.”

Beatrix was still grumbling. “Dear, your mommy is right. You are still beautiful in what you are wearing. If someone comments that the people around you are not beautiful, don’t mind them. The important thing is that you will marry the man you love, and another thing is that he’s a billionaire.” Beatrix smiled at the gay. “Thank you!” “Alright, let’s go, and we have to get ready downstairs,” Lita led her daughter. Her bridesmaid friend came to help her with her gown.

He met Butler Bruce twenty years ago and it was the first time he had seen him so shy. Butler Bruce looked at his nails and replied, "Sir, I am getting married." Mr Martins was overjoyed and hugged Butler Bruce. He asked, smiling, "Who is your bride?" Butler Bruce was so shocked when he heard his boss asking him about his bride and said, "Huh?" Mr Martins was puzzled and asked, "Didn't you say you were getting married? Who is the bride?" Butler Bruce stammered and replied, "I.. am.. not getting …married, Sir. I made a mistake. Sir, I would like to ask permission to date someone." Mr Martins looked strangely at him and asked, "Who?"

Vera, seeing the look on my face patted my shoulder. "Dear, when you marry a rich and influential figure, there is no way to keep it out of the news. Deal with it," Rich and influential? "I think you got the wrong person, guys," I said, suddenly feeling relieved. Mae rolled her eyes again and whipped out her tablet. "Who is this?" she asked, thrusting it in my face. On the screen was a picture of me in my bridal dresses in a man's arms. We were looking into each other's eyes deeply, unaware of our surroundings. The picture had a caption: CEO of Fashion Goddess, Dante Di Benedetto, Caught On Camera With His Bride In A Bar.

There he was, in the center of the room, the candles illuminating his face and he stood on one knee with a box in his hands. He opened the box, exposing the heart-shaped crystal ring. ”What is this?” I cried. ”We didn't get this part. We didn't get to do it the right way, I never got to earn your love and your hand in marriage, it was given to me. I promised you that I would spend the rest of my life replacing every bad memory in that beautiful head of yours with something beautiful and I will stay true to that promise til the day I die. Because not only is it for you but I have never felt happier than when I see you smile or see you truly enjoying a memory that I have helped create. So, I w