My Barefoot Wedding Novels & Stories

She walked barefoot, every step grounded and intentional, as if her past had finally released her hold. Jack stood barefoot in a linen shirt and slacks, the top buttons undone. His eyes never left her as she walked toward him, hand in hand with their daughter, who had scattered wildflowers with theatrical flair all the way to the altar. His breath caught at the sight of them, his future walking toward him in slow, radiant strides. “I’m the flower girl and the best friend,” Lila had declared earlier. “And the cake helper too.” No one argued.

She was not used to wearing heels, she preferred Snickers and flat shoes but mom had insisted she wears it. My brother was dressed very simple in his white designer shirt and black trousers. The wedding was held at St Joseph's Catholic church which was a thirty minutes drive from our house and the reception follows after the wedding at a famous hotel where the couple's were lodges in. The wedding was graced by many prominent people from different parts of the states. The chief bridesmaid was a beautiful lady who was aunty Gina's best friend, and had also he unmarried like her, but aunty Gina had finally left the single life for her.

Aside from that, we were surrounded by the people she cherished. All of us were barefooted. It was a cold night, but I was sweating while waiting for Alexandra to come out of the house. As per tradition, I only wore white cotton long-sleeves and paired it with pants with the same color. And I appreciate the simplicity, the small freedom we get from the mere idea that our feet were touching the warm ground. The night was just as cold and as windy when Alexandra and I first got married, but the wind didn’t feel stifling this time.

Now, we were alone, just him and I to start our new life as husband and wife. He was my husband. Just the thought sent butterflies into flight in my stomach. We were married. He was mine forever. I closed my eyes as his vows whispered into my ears in his delicious British accent. He had stared at me with those gorgeous green eyes and declared his never-ending love for me. Somehow, I had managed to stay standing while I melted inside. I had opted out of a big wedding dress. Instead, I wore a knee-length white dress. It was sleeveless and cinched at the waist. It puffed out below the waist with several layers beneath and some lace peeking out at the bottom. I had opted to go barefoot in the sa

She couldn’t remember the last time she felt that happy. He wore a simple broken white long-sleeve shirt, bought from a local store. Simple pants, simple shoes, everything was done impromptu. They weren’t even prepared for a ring. It was a wedding without any guests, no decorations, just a witness and a priest because no one else needed to celebrate that day except for them.

I take the dress in my hand. “Saying the same thing again and again won’t change anything, you know?” Future's voice has amusement in it. I dress up and put my white All-Star sneaker on, which causes Future to whine at my choice of shoes. “Who wears sneakers on their wedding day? “Future asks. “Me,” I reply. “No. You are not. You ruin the look; Change,” I sigh and wear the freaking heels. I comb my hair and pull it into a tight bun. Minutes later, someone knocks on the door and I shout ‘come in’. Nora and Carmen walk in.

"Remember when we talked about their motto: Kick off you shoes and fall in love?" "Yes. And we agreed we'd kick of our shoes and fall in like?" "Right." She smiled. "Well, we fell in love without expecting it so that's truly the best place for us to celebrate." He reached across the table and cupped his hands around her head, leaning over the table to give her a hot, firm kiss. "And to start the rest of our lives," he agreed. "Blessed by Barefoot Bay."

I know my childhood was not like other girls, but I’m grateful for every moment. “Leni, where are your shoes?” He whispers and points to my feet. “Milo and I decided to go barefoot.” I whisper back. “The meadow feels too good under our feet to miss out on it.” Dad looks at me for a moment, contemplating something, then slides out of his shoes. He rolls up his pant legs so they won’t get ruined and holds his elbow out again. He looks straight ahead as if it’s completely normal for him to attend a wedding barefoot. The music changes again. Motorhead ‘Love Me Forever’ begins to play. Dad closes his eyes and shakes his head, muttering under his breath. I laugh at his frustration, just as the cur

‘But you make a beautiful barefoot bride. Only at the last minute had they all realized that she had no shoes to go with the dress and neither did anybody else - none that fitted her. For the umpteenth time that day, her eyes misted. ‘Oh, Guy. Do you really think I care about shoes on a day like this?’ ‘Last one,’ called her mother. ‘A nice kiss in the sunset, please, with - ’ ‘They don’t need telling, dear,’ said her father.

I yelled again, this time chasing after him as fast as I could. He stopped suddenly and spun around to face me, I could hear the loud sound of his laughter as he peered into my face. Why was he laughing, was this all a joke to him? Wait... For the first time, I took note of his attire and was swept by a strong wave of confusion. How could he be wearing a pair of faded jeans and a T-shirt on our wedding day? my eyes slowly traveled down to his feet and widened when I realized he was also barefoot.