Left At The Altar 소설 & 이야기

he conceded, pressing a kiss to her forehead. He straightened. “Let’s go. You’re getting late.” They took the same ride to the neutral wedding venue. The journey passed in silence, seated in the back seat with their hands intertwined. Arriving at the venue, they stepped out. With a smile, her father held out his arm, and she slipped her hand into it, letting him guide her down the aisle. Her gaze traveled around. The Vallenis and D’Amores occupied opposite sides. On the altar stood Dante in his silk, tailored, luxurious suit, next to the pastor.

Behind him was Rafael, serving as his Best Man. The entourage followed suit, adding to the grandeur of the procession. Finally, Aleah appeared at the church entrance, arm in arm with Alfredo and Elara. She had requested her mother and Alfredo to escort her to the altar. Standing at the doorway, Aleah glanced at Hunter, who was waiting for her at the altar. She realized that once she reached him, there would be no turning back—a point of no return. Yet, instead of feeling regret, she was filled with a mix of nervousness and excitement. She couldn’t help but question why, despite the contract underlying their marriage, her emotions seemed so genuine and heartfelt.

Meanwhile, Darren was already standing at the altar, wearing a well-fitted mocha-colored tuxedo. Darren truly looked dashing today. The handsome man cast his gaze toward the woman who would soon exchange vows with him at the altar. A beautiful song played, making Alena even more eager to stand before Darren. Rose, Adrian, Gavin, and Jake were standing in the front row. They, too, would bear witness to the union of these two people in marriage. When Alena reached the altar, Taylor let go of her hand and turned to sit next to Rose. Now both Darren and Alena were standing before the pastor.

“Myself and my wife have waited long enough for this day as well. We are more than ready, Father.” “Stand to your feet and make it here.” As I got up, Vito did. Jenny did the same when her new best friend was up. And together, we walked to the altar where the old priest stood and waited. “I stand at this altar as a witness to the union about to be created today—” he announced.

She didn’t want to disappoint them so she decided to leave it on the table. They would have the bachelors and bachelorettes party in their respective venues after the dinner. Andrew chose to do his at a nightclub, he didn’t want to disturb the relatives who were staying in his home. Grandma Jen allowed Joana to do hers in the house, she would sleep in a hotel nearby and come back the next evening to lead Joana to the altar.

"Let's go, dear!" Jonathan held out his hand to Sena which the girl grabbed awkwardly. As much as possible Jonathan swallowed his sadness and showed a happy face. Even though he wasn't willing yet, he still had to be happy because this was the moment where one of his dreams came true, namely accompanying his daughter to the altar. The sound of the announcement regarding the bride who would enter the altar made the boisterous atmosphere instantly quiet. With firm steps, Jonathan started walking to lead Sena to her groom who was waiting in front of the altar.

I replied, clutching his arm tightly as we made our way towards the altar. And there, at the end of the aisle, stood Alaric, dressed in his royal robes, his gaze fixed on me. The sight of him waiting for me, with that captivating smile on his face, melted away all my worries. In that moment, I knew everything was going to be okay. The ceremony began, and the words of love and commitment exchanged between Alaric and me felt like poetry. Our hearts entwined, and nothing else in the world seemed to matter. But suddenly, the joyous atmosphere was shattered by the thundering sound of warriors' footsteps.

Aiden and Nathan stood together at the altar, their eyes fixed on one another, smiles so wide they could hardly conceal their joy When the ceremony began, it was clear that this wasn’t just a wedding—it was a celebration of their love, their journey, and the life they were about to begin together. I couldn’t help but feel proud of them, happy for them, and in awe of how far they had come.

I am blinded for a moment after which I notice that there is indeed no boyfriend at the end of the hall. Sebastian is… of course not there. "Are you really sure about this?" my father asks, worriedly, "You don't have to do this. You can still walk away." I squeeze his hand. "Trust me," I whisper, "I know what I'm doing." Slowly we begin to walk. As soon as we do I am aware of the murmurs around me. "She was left at the altar!" laughs one of the girls present, having what was meant to be a silent conversation with two other girls.

Silver grunted at him. I somehow managed to read her mouth. She made it that obvious. "You look very beautiful. They are all watching you without blinking," Baxter whispered as he leaned in slightly. I nodded but kept my gaze ahead. I only wanted to reach the end of the aisle without losing my strength or dealing with another stressful moment. The music grew louder as we took the last steps toward the altar. I stepped onto the platform that was decorated with white flowers and a simple arch behind me. I stood there waiting for Ron to arrive while Elara finished her flower path with Bodhi.