Here Comes The Bride Song Novels & Stories

Who are you to me? Something shifted in his eyes. For a moment, composure gave way to something raw. “You are Bliss,” he said firmly. “My bride.” The word struck like cold water. Bride. Her lips parted, but no sound came. Her head shook, the denial instinctive, though she could not remember enough to be certain. Still, the thought of being someone’s bride, of belonging to a man she could not recall, made her chest tighten with dread. “You do not remember,” he said quietly, his jaw tense. “It will return. Until then, I will keep you safe.”

The double doors to the ballroom were held open and the congregation rose to their feet. The classical rendition of "Here comes the bride" played on the organ as Maya walked in. She clutched the garland of roses in her hands as she approached the aisle. Heads turned and eyes widened as the bride sauntered into the room, gracing the guests with her angelic presence. She was like a maestro conducting an orchestra, her movements precise and confident, as she walked down the aisle.

In truth, she was merely waiting—calculating, observing, waiting for the right moment to slip away. Aiden watched her from a distance. He could tell she had a plan of her own, but he also couldn’t let the night pass without making his presence known—especially when it would benefit the woman he intended to claim as his bride. So, without hesitation, he began to walk toward her. His strides were smooth, regal, commanding. Conversations halted as he moved. Guests turned their heads. Whispers fluttered through the hall like startled birds. “The Smith's heir… he’s here?”

"Here comes the bride... Here comes the bride..." The orchestra sings and performs as the great doors open to reveal Ivy in a long white dress with a long transparent train behind her and her Dad holding her hand, walking hef down the aisle. A crown of flowers on her head and a bouquet of flowers in her hands. Unlike someone who had been missing for a day, she smiles serenly and calmly, her eyes roving over all the guests in the large conference hall. She walks as gracefully as a queen, letting her smiling do the talking for her.

She was wearing a sleeveless hoodie and black cargo pants. She turned slowly when she heard me approaching. Her grey eyes were piercing and sharp. "Well, well," she drawled lazily. "The bride's up." I blinked. "And you are?" She popped her gum. "Rayne. With a 'y', not an 'i'. Try to remember that if I ever have to kill someone for you." I squinted. "Comforting." She grinned, her tongue poking her cheek. "You're smaller than I expected. But the attitude makes sense."

She made me realize that the happy life I thought I had was nothing but a fragile bubble that could be popped with just a touch. As Jessica snuggled into Benedict's arms, she asked with a frown, "What do you mean by that, Oliver?" Benedict was wearing a white suit today, which matched Jessica's white bridal gown. They looked like actual newlyweds when they embraced. Even though I was the actual groom, I looked more like a pathetic clown when I stood across from Jessica and Benedict. Instead of answering Jessica's question, I responded with a question of my own as I stared into her eyes.

Mom, Joyce, Karen, and a few other distant relatives are still lingering over their coffees, the clinking of mugs a gentle soundtrack to their conversation. “Here comes the bride dressed all in light.......” Karen sang. “Radiant and lovely, she shines in his sight... Gently, she glides gracefully as a dove. Meeting her bridegroom, her eyes shining with love, Joyce joined in with the rhythmic tapping of her fork against her plate. I blushed when they all looked at me as I pulled a chair beside Karen and settled myself. Jane, one maid, gave me a plate and utensils and smiled as I thanked her.

He was just so much in love and extremely happy. She came near the stage, and he extended his hand and helped her to come up on the stage. " Come back on earth..." I whispered in his ear, and we all laughed. Sam blushed beautifully, and he smiled. I was still waiting for my love to come, then the music changed again, this time my bride was going to enter. Everyone turned to see towards the entry door. There she was, the love of my life, my Avni. She was looking like some goddess in that wedding attire.

He didn’t look like he wanted to be serenaded, but it was obvious he wasn’t going to protest either. With her back to the crowd, Bree got her guitar out of its case and found a smile. By the time she got back to the bench, she was calmer. She didn’t look at Trent as she tuned her guitar and then started to play the intro to the song Monica had requested. When she got to the part where Monica was supposed to come in, she gave a nod at the bride, and she started to sing. It was awful.

I woked up early enough to prepare breakfast so as not to repeat the same episode yesterday. Just when the table was ready, Bridda comes out rushing. "Have breakfast first. It's ready." "Thanks. I have to rush to the office. I just got a call from my secretary that an envelope from BossStudio arrived. Bye!" I busied myself tidying up the kitchen sink while the elderly couple ate in utter silence. Then they stood up, one going to her room and the other taking a seat on the couch and turning on the TV for some sports channel.