Novel & Cerita Carrying Bridal Style

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

Lilith's gaze rested on Colt's bare chest as soon as she opened her eyes. She swallowed hard as she felt her cheeks heat with the thought of Colt carrying her in a bridal style. It appeared as though they were a happy couple enjoying a good time. Colt began walking while carrying Lilith and said, "I'll carry you until we cross this bridge; just close your eyes so you don't see the bridge bottom." "Thank you," Lilith said humbly before closing her eyes once again.

Delilah stayed quiet the entire ride, but she didn't smack my hand away when I put it on her lap. "Wait here," I said to Delilah and went inside the hotel to grab the room key, then came back to collect her. Delilah looked like she was in a daze as I held her hand and led her inside. She gasped as I suddenly picked her up in his arms. "Sebastian! What are you doing?" she exclaimed. Her cheeks turned red out of embarrassment as I carried her to the elevator in front of other guests and employees. "It's the tradition. Groom supposed to carry the bride to their hotel room," I chuckled.

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.

The church organ reverberated through the air, announcing the arrival of the bridal party. As the organ's melody reached its crescendo, the heavy wooden doors swung open, revealing the radiant bride, Sanya. She stepped forward, her white gown billowing gracefully around her, as she beamed with happiness. Her long veil trailed behind her, delicately held in place by a crown of tiny, sparkling crystals.

“And this...” The elevator dings, announcing our floor. “Bedroom,” I gasp. “Now.” He sweeps me into his arms... like I actually weigh nothing...and carries me down the hallway to our suite. “Dante, you don’t have to...” “It’s tradition. Carrying the bride over the threshold.” He kicks open the door. “I’m following at least one tradition today.” The suite is enormous, with a living area, dining room, and a bedroom that’s been decorated with rose petals and candles.

We all began to move, following Amy towards the room designated for Greta's bridal dress appointment. As we entered the room, I was taken aback by the sight that greeted us. The room was a bride's dream come true, adorned with racks of exquisite vintage bridal gowns. Each gown was unique, showcasing intricate designs and exquisite craftsmanship. The gowns ranged from classic silhouettes to more modern designs. Adjacent to the gowns were veils of various lengths and styles, each one designed to complement the gowns perfectly. From cathedral-length veils that exuded grandeur to shorter, more modern styles, the selection was truly impressive.

Loreen looked up at him in bewilderment and her brow arched in confusion. "Just wear it," Adepe chuckled as he pressed her to the bed. He squatted down to her level and placed the heels on her feet. Then he grabbed her hands and pulled her up from the bed. "I will carry you down the stairs and trust me, you will be able to walk in heels once we get to that party." Without waiting for her to say something, he placed his left arm on her shoulder and his right arm on her back knee and scooped her up into a bridal style.

—but it was gone as quickly as it appeared. Behind him entered an entourage of bridal stylists, makeup artists, and hairdressers, their tools in hand. They wasted no time, bustling around me like I was their latest project. My long, tangled blonde hair was brushed and styled until it cascaded down my back in soft waves. Makeup was applied meticulously, hiding every imperfection and bringing a glow to my pale face.

I put my hands around his shoulder and he carried me bridal style. Camila is drunkk.... Ohh what would happened next? Don't forget to: Vote Comment Share Thanksss