Carrying Bridal Style Novels & Stories

And I was able to utter a silent thank you nang maramdaman kong may pulso pa ito. With clenched teeth and held breath, dali-dali ko ng binuhat ito. Making sure to carefully carry her in a bridal style saka nagsimula ng maglakad paalis rito. Agad ng nagsitabihan ang mga taong nakaharang sa daan to make a way for us. Kahit nararamdaman ko na namang kumikirot pa ng konti ang sugat ko sa tagiliran, I paid it no heed and just hastily carried her to my car.

Frustrated, I took my mind off it, breathing out and closing my eyes. Flora squeezed my hand tightly. “It’s normal to have cold feet.” I gave her a confused look and remained silent till we got to the church and I had to walk down the aisle, with my maids of honor, carrying my bridal train. It was a fish cut dress with flay at the end that outlines my figure. There was a veil on my head, disturbing my vision. It was hard walking in with all attention being on me. What was scarier was it was an actual church and I was getting married?

He found Skylar and Bessy on the roof top of the Royal fort, waiting for them. He was carrying Orea using the fireman’s carry method, slumping her bodily over his shoulders. He now lifted her off his shoulders and carried her in front of him now, the way you carry a bride. Only this was not her wedding day, but probably the day of her death.

They had chosen the outdoor style of wedding, just by the beach rather than inside a church building like most people did. The view was breathtaking as was Nicole’s appearance, she was the star of the moment as the live orchestra slowly and melodiously sage the trademark song of the bride’s entrance. “here comes the bride…,” the crowd echoed, along side the orchestra. Her bridal train of just four ladies on matching purple dresses walked along side her, holding up the edges of her flowing gown making sure that they did not get hooked up somewhere as she approached the alter.

He assured her as she saw meaning in what he just said. "Yeah, you might be right" she said with a smile escaping her lips. "Would you follow me to Owen's? I need to know about__" she stopped and looked at her stomach and he quickly understood. "How about I carry you there?" He questioned and she furrowed her brows. And before she knew it, he swept her off her feet, carrying her bridal style. "Oh my goodness! What are you doing?" She questioned as he carefully carried her away while he chuckled.

I put on the black off the shoulder ankle length dress with dark blue flowers on it and i brushed my hair and I put a little bit of make up on. Asher got dressed into a dark button down shirt and trousers and he looked really handsome when we got all dressed up like that. It was really something to see. We then started walking down the hallway and we started going down the stairs but I needed to stop half way down because I was out of breath. So Asher picked me up and carried me bridal style to the bottom of the stairs like it was nothing at all to him. Like my weight didn't both him at all. And I suppose it didn't.

Unbeknownst to her, she left the bridal suite in a state of unawareness. The venue buzzed with excitement and chatter. Gazing at the sparkling gemstones on her rustic shoes, she pondered whether X had successfully abducted Esther. 'He must have. X is always meticulous, never one to fail. This occasion won't be an exception,' she thought. Assisted by the bridesmaid, Mandy took deliberate steps onto the stage. The air was filled with classical music, played by a renowned band from Captius, creating a rich backdrop for the traditionally themed wedding.

Trina said. Everyone laughed. “All right,” Jodi said with a smirk. “If we’re doing it, let’s do it right. Where’s my bridal gear?” “Right here,” Becky, the waitress, said. She held a rhinestone crown that had a veil attached to it and a sash that said, bride.

Casey P.O.V The air inside the bridal shop smelled faintly of lavender and vanilla, a stark contrast to the chaos in my mind. Lauren was in front of a floor length mirror, swishing back and forth in an ivory gown that glimmered faintly under the boutique's lights. Zazu was helping her to put on the veil .The veil cascaded in delicate waves, pure white and nearly translucent, reaching gracefully down to the floor. Its edges were adorned with intricate lace, soft floral patterns curling like whispers of elegance. When the light hit it , it shimmered faintly, as if dusted with stardust, adding an ethereal glow. It framed Lauren’s face gently, creating an aura of serene beauty and timeless grace

"You’re going to look like a little queen walking down that aisle." The heavy double doors creaked open, and Vanessa stepped inside, carrying two large iced lattes and a stack of glossy bridal magazines. True to her newly reformed, sisterly role, she had thrown herself into the wedding planning with a chaotic, high-energy enthusiasm that Arabella found incredibly comforting.