Novel & Cerita Carrying Bridal Style

I argued and I got smacked with a heel in return “You take that back! Never call a lady fat! Besides, I’m in good shape so you can carry me. If you don’t then I’ll have no choice but to lock myself in here and sleep in your car” “You wouldn’t dare!” I sneered “Try me” She smirked evilly “Fine!” I sighed “Just because I don’t want your hangover vomits to be in my car that’s all. I’m breaking a rule and honestly I don’t like it” I hissed. Theo 102, “You don’t carry a girl bridal style. In fact, never carry a girl bridal style because she’ll start having thoughts and you’ll start having thoughts too” Gabi… what are you doing to me…

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.

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.

There was no way she was going to be able to walk on her own in those heels while she was drunk, he signed, it would go quicker if he carried her. He placed his arms around her and lifted her up, carrying her bridal style into the lift. Reyna was too disorientated to say anything, she interlocked her arms around his neck and laid her head on his chest. He couldn’t deny he missed carrying her like this, whenever they had a late night out, he would always carry her into her apartment, putting her into bed and waiting till she slept before leaving. He looked at her, in his arms, her eyes closed and snuggling into his chest, he smiled, his heart was content having her so close to him, just felt

It fulfilled every wish she had ever had. Her friends, Kiama, Gemma and Daisy barged into the room to get her ready. They pulled her to the bathroom so she could have a bath and once she was done, she was once again surrounded by Kiama, Gemma, and Daisy as they hustled to complete her bridal outfit. Anne carried a colorful bouquet of roses and wildflowers, and she wore a modest yet stylish floral crown in her hair.

"She's so beautiful!" Troy muttered unconsciously as the bridal procession appeared before him. His breath seemed to stop when he saw Sarah at the forefront, walking gracefully with Gillian, looking stunning and different. Troy seemed hypnotized by Sarah's appearance this time. Sarah continued to walk slowly to the soft accompaniment of music and the master of ceremony's poetic words, mesmerizing the guests with her bridal gown. Her tall figure, like that of a top model, looked elegant in the gown, with a veil adorned with long, flowing embellishments that gave her a luxurious and classy look.

The groom was carrying the bride, who was covered by a veil, into the elevator. The third video was from the 8th-floor elevator lobby. The hallway had been decorated with colorful ribbons, and the groom was carrying the bride, with a large group of people following behind. Because he was carrying the bride, the groom kept his head down as he walked, only raising it slightly when he exited the elevator. With just one glance, I recognized him. It was my ex-boyfriend who I broke up with two and a half years ago.

I am taking it, sliding the card into the lock mechanism with a soft, satisfying beep, and pushing the door open wider to let us both through. As we cross the threshold, she is stumbling more noticeably, her balance completely gone as the full effects of the wine catch up with her. Without a second thought, I am adjusting my grip, sliding one arm under her knees and the other around her back, lifting her smoothly into a bridal carry. She is lighter than she looks, warm and surprisingly trusting in my arms, her head lolling against my chest as her hair spills over my shoulder. Her body is molding to mine in all the wrong…and right….ways, her breasts pressing softly against my chest, her hips

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Ralph carried her up in a bridal style as he headed out with her tucked in his arms. THE END.