I Can't Be A Bride Anymore นิยาย & เรื่องราว

SOUNDTRACK: “Break Your Fall” by UNSECRET and Marc Scibilia. ***** ~ NATALIE ~ “This is stupid and… and indulgent and it doesn’t matter! I should never have agreed to this. It’s nothing but a dumb, human tradition and… it means nothing. I’m not doing it.” I stood in the bedroom that we’d made into a bridal suite—complete with three-way mirror—and folded my arms. I’d been staring at myself and all I could see were the imperfections. Tessa had done a beautiful job on my make up, but everything else just felt… sticky.

I was to be wed in a week and that was his final verdict. Neither my mother, nor my brother had been of any help. My brother had straight out refused to talk to me and my mother had bowed her head and agreed to everything my dad had to say. It was on my wedding day that I’d finally decided that enough was enough and I’d taken matters into my own hands. I couldn’t stand being underestimated and treated like an object any longer. Being married off would mean the end of my dance career and that felt like dying a thousand painful deaths before death actually came for me.

I could do nothing but hug him. "I vowed to never return to a claiming. The years of loneliness start eating at you. I finally knew I could not stay away. Our brides are not just sexual partners, they're companions. When a bride's body is old and frail, unable to perform sexually, it matters not. Friendship fills all voids and a dragon is satisfied. The terrible part is knowing our time is limited once it reaches that point. I flew to your claiming vowing to never love again. Forgive me, bride, for it is you who will suffer the most. Please. Just... be my friend."

Be careful not to ruin your makeup or hair. Against my skin, the silk felt like water. The fit is perfect. Exactly as I remembered. I stepped out. Looked in the full-length mirror. And started crying. "No crying!" Sophie picked up some tissues. "You'll ruin your makeup!" "I'm unable to stop it. I simply—I look like a bride. A true bride. With a whisper, Catherine replied, "You are a true bride." "Getting married to a man who loves you." Who picked you? Who earned your respect?

But now I need it, especially since it's going to be a long day. " Hurry up, Iris. I have been waiting for you to come down so we can leave. I made an appointment at the most expensive bridal store in town. We don't want to be late, now do we?" I groan in frustration. I really have no say in anything regarding my own wedding. I didn't get to choose the groom, and now I don't get to choose what I'll be wearing. It's ridiculous and I hate it. I hate that I can't even speak up for myself.

"How can she be so irresponsible? Ugh, it's wasting time." “See? The eldest daughter of the Issland family is an unrealistic woman. How could she annul their marriage to the heir of Blezenskiy Corporate? ckck," Chelsea walked through the crowd who were talking shit about her. She had heard those lines so many times that she was no longer hurt. Before she reached the door, a woman's voice halted her steps. “Everyone! Today's wedding will continue with me as the bride!" Halsey's voice rang loudly, her cunning smile disgust Chelsea.

SOMETHING NEW: Brides are supposed to wear something—anything—new during the wedding ceremony. It can be as small as a trinket, jewelry, an undergarment, or the gown itself. Astrid. I met up with my friends at Starbucks. “So, because Ryder forgot about you, we all have to be sober now?” Dannie asked. I knew what he meant. Since Ryder forgot about me, I had been steering clear of Oil Rig and Rig Style. It was too painful for me to go there. The sweetest guy I’d known didn’t want anything to do with me and looked down at me as if I was the biggest gold-digging slut on the face of the Earth.

no one really understands how badly I want this to end, but I am just so helpless because there is a lot is at stake for me “You are in the best position to call this wedding off, because if Eden tries it, she has to risk getting disowned by her father and the bullshit about me being the key to sabotage this wedding is an untested theory so, I really hope you can put her out of her misery because she doesn’t deserve any of this at all” she concludes and I scoff again “Well, it’s not like you can put your best friend out of her misery by substituting her as the bride” I remark nonchalantly without

I’m crazy. Why would I want the supposed-to-be bride in my wedding?

Surprisingly, I was turned down. "I'm pregnant, so I can't be your bridesmaid," Beatrice said resolutely. "Being one is all hard work and dirty tasks. Do you really want to put a pregnant woman through all that?" Frankly, I was hurt, but I also understood the situation. After all, a wedding would indeed be exhausting for a bridesmaid. "Lucy Winslow, are you playing dead? Hey, I'm talking to you. Are you deaf or something?" Beatrice's sharp voice pulled me back to the present. I clenched my fists without even realizing it, thinking of how I had died in my previous life because of her.