Left At The Altar Novels & Stories

Dad walked me down to the aisle, my eyes were on Aldrich who are a blue Armani suit, giving him a hot crazy look. Dad let go of me when we got to the where Aldrich was and Aldrich took it from there as we walked to the altar. The whole place became silent and the priest had ordered the people to have their seats. I glanced at Aldrich through my veil and I could see him smile at me. The priest rammed on and on about love, contentment and trust which I find annoying because he keeps talking about one thing over and over again. Soon, it was now time for exchange of rings and my excitement grew as I faced Aldrich, stretching my left hand to him.

I don't know why suddenly he sent him the barcode. "We can go in with this. Juna come on, Jihan you wait here, okay?" "What are your plans now?" Juna asked after they managed to enter the building. "I don't know, what if it makes a mess? Come with me" The event started, Arka and Jenny were standing at the altar for the blessing. Jenny couldn't stop smiling all this time, very different from Arka who only showed a flat face. "Can we start now?" asked the priest who was immediately nodded by the bride and her family.

My eyes search for Alex, and there he is, standing tall and resolute at the altar, his smile gentle yet filled with profound emotion. The officiant, a respected elder from both packs, raises his hands for silence. “We gather here not only to witness a marriage but to celebrate the union of two worlds, long divided by conflict, now brought together by the transcendent power of love. Alex and Lily, as you join your lives, remember that your union is a beacon for all who seek peace and understanding.”

It was a perfect day, a day that would forever mark the beginning of a new chapter in our lives. As I stood at the end of the aisle, my heart fluttered with anticipation. I couldn't help but steal glances at Theron, who was waiting patiently at the altar, his eyes fixed on me. He looked dashing in his tailored suit, his smile radiant and filled with love. In that moment, I knew I was the luckiest woman in the world.

His bet was that Anon would be surprised and love the result. The master of ceremonies arranged us in the hallway. I smiled as everyone stood up and eyes turned to us. I felt my heart beat hard with emotion for the great moment of my friend and love of my life. - It could have come with a smaller slit, right, princess? - Ben said to me through his teeth, as he held my hand and we took the first steps towards the altar. - My husband likes it that way! - I shrugged, spotting the disqualified major in the first seat, dressed elegantly in a light gray suit that I made sure to choose for that moment. Of course my panties got wet right away.

Elma's footsteps echoed softly on the polished marble floor, each one a testament to her determination. They reached the altar, where the priest stood patiently, his gentle smile offering solace in the midst of uncertainty. The room seemed to hold its breath as the couple took their places before him. The priest, a tall man with silver hair and a kind face, sensed the gravity of the situation and began the wedding rites, his voice resonating through the sacred space.

The choir took their place and began to play an orchestra of wedding tunes. Dwayne Mom slowly walked in , she was putting on a light pink dress just like everyone else, she walked in and took her seat at the front row by the left and took her seat Mabel's parent came in next and they walked directly to the first row by the right, and had their seat there . Next Layla and Xander walked in , holding each other's hands they walked up to the front altar , they let go of each other Layla stood by the right and Xander stood by the left.

The setting for this pivotal moment was a small, picturesque chapel nestled near the university—a sanctuary adorned with flowers and soft candlelight. As Sophia, her arm linked with her mother's, walked down the aisle, the air hummed with a delicate melody. Larry, stationed at the altar, stood in reverent awe. His eyes, glistening with tears of joy and love, bore witness to the surreal reality that he was about to marry the woman who held the entirety of his heart.

From all those years of watching him from across my seat in class, I could tell when something was wrong. Nathan squeezed my hand and gave me a small smile. In a couple of months, we’d be the ones exchanging vows. My heart softened at the thought but my attention was dragged back to the altar where Zac’s Adam's apple bobbed. The pastor turned to Zac, his voice solemn now. “Zac, do you take Olivia to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, for as long as you both shall live?”

And why did it feel like the walk-down-the-aisle tradition was going on longer than normal? I hadn't realized the classic 'Here Comes The Bride' piano chorus was being played till we got to the altar. Uncle Faartz squeezed my right forearm and discreetly mouthed 'Shotgun License' to me before walking to seat in the second row on the left side of the altar beside his wife -Aunt Monica- I cracked a smile at her and she grinned, waving her hand.