My Barefoot Wedding Novels & Stories

He’d worked especially hard to show how sorry he was. “What are you smiling about?” Adam sat down next to her at one of the reception’s tables, kissing her cheek. “Do I want to know?” “Probably not. Although it’s a shame that I wasn’t consulted about the wedding party’s color scheme. Turquoise and canary yellow? Yikes.” “This is Heron’s Landing. We like our colors bright and garish.” She laughed. “And why is everyone barefoot? Is that a new trend in weddings that I missed?”

Like many females out there, I always pictured my wedding to be nothing short of a fairy tale; and by fairy tale I mean a horse and white carriage, the prettiest dress that money could buy, a castle-like venue with the perfect music playing as I walked down the aisle towards my prince charming. Life has a way of not working out the way that you thought and planned it would, it goes in a completely different direction from what you thought was perfect for you. But hell, it never crossed my mind that I would be wearing a pair of Elijah's sweatpants that I had tied tightly around my waist and then folded it on the waist so that it could stay on, and Elijah's plain hoodie with no bra underneath

You don't need to ask for my opinion. While munching on a piece of toast, I curtly said, "Got it." He wanted me to keep things simple, huh? Well, the wedding wasn't going to have any photos, guests, or an officiant. It wasn't even going to have a bride. Dante looked at me as I calmly ate my breakfast. After giving it some thought, he added, "After the wedding, let's go to Aerona for our honeymoon. I know you've always wanted to go."

"So, it really is your wedding today?" I looked him dead in the eye, calm and composed. "You think I'm like you? Always playing with people like they're pawns in your little games? "The wedding dress was custom-made, and Gavin brought the ring back from overseas. Neither of them was rented." Easton looked like he'd just been stabbed. "Then, the e-invite..." I opened my phone and shoved my feed in front of his face.

Caiden pulled me into a deep kiss and all pass by as a blur. The reception party is located on the side of the park, which left all of us to run from the ceremony to the reception. It was ridiculous! It's funny how all of us were bare footed as we dance at the dance floor. The light and the soft music playing make the ambiance so beautiful.

“Only when I forget where it came from.” “And where did it come from?” “Trying to be someone I’m not.” He kissed my forehead. “You’re the reason I stopped.” Later, he traced the faint line on my wrist—the one from the panic attack years ago. “We survived,” he whispered. “Yes,” I said. “But we also changed.” That mattered most . Planning the wedding was strangely grounding. No extravagance. No media. No names that carried weight beyond us. The coast. Barefoot. Wind in my hair.

All simple. All beautiful. All perfect. I tried on the first. Too formal. Second. Too casual. Third. White. Flowing. Soft fabric. Barefoot beach wedding perfect. I stepped out. Axel's face said everything. "That's the one," he said. "You sure?" "Positive. You're beautiful." The owner smiled. "He's right. It's perfect on you." I looked in the mirror. Saw myself. Really saw myself. Not the broken woman from the facility.

Date = 13 August Two days to go. Place = San Francisco (Black Pit) Our safe zone. POV - Aria If anyone had told me a year ago that I’d be sitting on the floor two days before my wedding — barefoot, wrapped in a silk robe that cost more than my dignity, inside an estate four times the size of Manhattan — drinking flat champagne with two women who feels like sisters I’ve known my entire life — all of us traumatized — I would’ve laughed in their face and suggested intensive therapy.

" I went with Cara to different bridal shop but in the end we got a designer from Milan and he created a beautiful but very simple gown for me. I did not ask how much is my gown but I know it is expensive. Blake just shrugged when he saw the bill. Of course I opt out off heels. I chose a flat shoes. They'll have to kill me first before I wear heels. They all insist that I should wear that death trap so I run to Gideon and told him what they want me to do. So my Fiance glared at them and with his frightening cold voice he said "If MY Ella doesn't want to wear heels she will not wear one. She IS the Bride and this wedding is all ABOUT HER and not yours so fuck off."

*Bianca's POV* The wedding day. The wedding did not feel like a beginning. It felt like a line drawn in blood and stone. There were no flowers. No music. No white dress spilling down marble stairs. Just a small chapel, old enough that the walls had absorbed prayers meant for survival rather than grace. I wore ivory - simple, clean, sharp at the edges. My hair was pulled back, not adorned. I wanted nothing that could be used to romanticize this moment. This was not a performance.