Novel & Cerita My Barefoot Wedding

Kayzer mentioned my whole name. "How did you know my whole name?" "Of course, It is important for me to know my soon-to-be wife." I know our wedding is just a bet but he put effort on it. We only have one day to prepare for our wedding. His secretary helped us to organize everything and called a media for tomorrow. My adoptive parents doesn't know about this yet so I need to go home. "You want me to go with you?" he asked. "As if our wedding has true feelings, babe. I can handle my parents very well so just take a rest for our wedding." I smirked and leave a marked on his neck.

He was positively beaming from ear to ear as if he couldn't believe his good fortune. The entire affair looked like a dream come true. More than ever, I couldn't wait to promise to live the rest of my days with Devin on a pristine beach somewhere. The only potential problem with my plan was footwear. I do love shoes, and a wedding in the sand is not exactly conducive to killer heels. Smiling to myself, I decided that if that is the biggest problem I encounter, then I'm in good shape.

“I'm so nervous, and I'm scared, and I don't want to wear heels, and I'm short. And I feel so inadequate sometimes— “You're making all this fuss, because you don't want to wear heels?” Sharon nodded, her eyes still glued to her feet Luca crouched down, and took her feet in his hands Her toenails were painted a very girlish shade of pink Don't wear shoes What, you want me to walk down the aisle barefoot “Who said you were walking?” Before Sharon could respond, he had swept her off the floor, and into his arms. Sharon knew she couldn't protest her way out, so she picked up her veil last minute and covered her face.

The promise he’d kept every single day since that night. Right before the officiant started, he leaned in—just enough for his whisper to brush my ear. “Marry me, baby.” I smiled through the tears. “I already said yes.” Our vows were quiet, raw, real. No fancy speeches. Just the truth we’d fought so hard to reach. Later, as the sky turned pink and orange, we danced barefoot by the pool. His arms around my waist, my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, steady, sure, finally home.

The city buzzed with excitement, and everywhere we went, people congratulated us. We decided on a grand wedding, fitting for two billionaires. Nate would be our ring bearer, a role he took very seriously. Josh agreed to be Rob's best man, while Barbara and Sylvia stood by my side as bridesmaids. The day of the wedding dawned bright and beautiful. Our chosen venue was a luxurious estate with sprawling gardens and elegant halls. The ceremony took place under a floral arch, the scent of roses filling the air. Guests filled the seats, their faces beaming with happiness.

I’d planned carefully how to break the news, and the time was coming soon. This afternoon—three months to the day after our reunion at the pond—Noah and I stood in the yard behind his farmhouse before the preacher. Jason stood as best man, and Heather, who’d become my best friend, stood as my matron of honor. It wasn’t a fancy affair, just family and close friends. I had been denied my wish to wear my riding leathers. Instead, Heather and I wore maxi dresses with jeweled flip-flops—mine white with lace, hers a sunny yellow. Hers was chosen specifically to hide her three-month pregnancy.

She walked down the aisle barefoot, focusing on her mates as she went. Although they were already mated, Knox and Rakel stared at her with a range of emotions in their eyes. They had found out this was one of her biggest wishes when they were snooping inside of her head. Even though they didn't really care for a white wedding they would do it if that's what she wanted. When she arrived at the stage, they helped her climb the stage. “Do you like our surprise?" "I wasn't even asked if I wanted to marry you guys," she added, her eyes flashing with amusement.

My bed was messy, a child’s crocheted doll was tucked in the counterpane and I was guarded by a big, friendly Golden Retriever. "Hey, Sunny," I scratched her ears. I looked around the room and saw a bassinet by my side of the bed and Colin and I’s wedding picture on my bedside table. We’d gotten married in the national park in our hometown. A string quartet played their rendition of Guns N’ Roses “Sweet Child of Mine” as I walked down the aisle. I walked down the aisle by myself and we didn’t have a wedding party, just us. It was non-traditional and we didn’t include a garter or bouquet toss, either. We had crab cakes and cupcakes at the reception then rode off on Colin’s motorcycle to honey

Nate laughed. "Too bad he won’t use it. I don’t want a big wedding," I said, and he froze, I looked at him, "Do you want a big wedding?" I asked, a little intimidated. My dream had never been to have a wedding full of hundreds and hundreds of people, old relatives I had never seen. I had always dreamed of an intimate wedding. In my dreams, there had always been the idea of a small ceremony on a beach at sunset, me in a simple dress and the man of my life in front of me, both barefoot, the sand between our fingers, while we swore eternal love to each other and united our lives forever.

The guests were shitty, but I think I would've enjoyed the event if my head wasn't already carried away with the plan I had which did not go well. I groaned. Where the hell is that girl? "CLAIRE!" I screamed and tapped my foot on the floor at the same time. I regretted that action immediately because I'm wearing heels. My body fell on the ground and I huffed. I leaned forward to take my shoes off. My feet hurts. That's what I get for wearing heels all through my wedding. A sad look formed on my face. I sighed. I won't even get a honeymoon. I'm sure Ace didn't think about that, and even if he did, doesn't care.