Btob Dear Bride Novels & Stories

"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.

Elaina showed thumbs up to the couple, Pihoo and Aiden. Pihoo, the radiant bride, exuded timeless beauty and charm in her Western wedding attire. Her white gown was a masterpiece of lace and satin, adorned with delicate beading and a flowing train that trailed gracefully behind her. A veil framed her face, adding an air of mystique to her look. Her hair was elegantly styled, and her makeup highlighted her natural features, making her a vision of bridal perfection.

Not something to be discriminated or judged for. “Come.” Father Able said now. “There’s much to be talked about. A wedding doesn’t happen without preparations.” * * “Thank you, Father Able,” I shook hands with the kind man who had helped me through the entire process of the wedding. The entire crew of professionals that had been hired to take care of the decorations and the catering and everything else in between were some of the nicest staff that I had ever worked with and I was grateful that Father Able had introduced me to such wonderful people.

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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?"

"Look into the camera and repeat after me. Tell her you welcome the baby and will step away as my wife. Tell her you wish us happiness." I wanted to look away, but Zachary's hand forced me to look into the camera. His shoes were trampling all over the crown jewel of a gown that had been torn off its hanger. He spent hours and a mountain of effort bidding on that in an auction. "You're the best fit for a gown, no one else," he once said. Now, he was stepping on that very diamond while forcing me to give my place to his mistress. I didn't bother moving.

They were getting married next month. After we sang the birthday song for the twins, we cut the cake and celebrated. Miriam came and stood beside Alina as they talked. “You know, we'll be expecting a protruding belly after a month of your wedding” Alina said playfully. “We're sure going to make that happen, right honey?” Richard said. “Right, if you're going to be the one with the protruding belly because as for me, I want to enjoy my marriage first and that's on period” Miriam said.

"Will you be staying for the family portrait? I saw you looking at wedding gowns the other day." "My mom wouldn't let me try them on," Tabitha groused. "You could pick out a dress that looks like a wedding gown," Beverly suggested. "You're really sweet, Beverly." Tabitha linked arms with Beverly. "Be sure to toss me the bouquet during the wedding. I want all the luck I can get to marry Evan." Tabitha's lack of filter allowed Beverly to reply just as bluntly, "I hope you marry someone who loves you as much as you love them."