My Barefoot Wedding 소설 & 이야기

I had only ever been to one wedding, and it was when a witch Shadow married last year so I didn’t have a lot to compare it to. Chance and I were both wearing khaki colored shorts with white polo shirts. We had yellow and purple tulips pinned to our chests. We weren’t wearing shoes or socks, we didn’t really see the point. Chairs had been set up for guests and there was a white archway decorated with flowers and vines. There was a red carpet laid out in the sand as an aisle for my bride to walk down. It was perfect, I just hoped she thought so too. “You doing all right,” I hear from behind me.

"Tell them, I have endured as hard as possible until they found my body separated from my soul." *** All the guests and families present looked at each other with full of questions, watching the departure of the bride who had even taken off her high heels without caring about people's eyes. Everyone is confused and wondering about the scene that just happened, what exactly is going on? Why does a supposedly happy wedding day fall apart over a video?

“I noticed none of us were provided with shoes.” It wasn’t a question, but he understood the question behind it. I looked down and realized that even though he was dressed, he was still barefoot as well. “Yes, everyone will be barefoot for the ceremony. It connects us to nature and those we have lost who are now one with the earth.” It was a beautiful sentiment. -----

Mouth opened. Then he grinned (the genuine one, the same that always shattered me without fail) and the tempest in his gaze mellowed. Javier conducted the ceremony barefoot wearing a linen shirt adorned with pineapple embroidery because Rosa insisted it was essential. His voice broke on the opening word. “Queridos amigos, vecinos, familia… hoy no celebramos solo una boda. Hoy celebramos que sobrevivimos.” The audience erupted in cheers.

He nods and sets the tray back on the table and pulls me up into his lap. "My mother called already and is sending paperwork for you to sign," he says while placing kisses along my naked shoulder. "What a prenuptial," I smirk and he shakes his head. "She's making you a real princess," he grins, kissing my mouth. "A princess," I scoffed and wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, causing him to growl in my mouth. We stayed in bed much longer than we should have, oops. Our wedding, held outdoors, was Keran and I dressed in mismatched clothing with disheveled hair, our witnesses Glenda and Samuel. We laughed through the service at our messy appearances and didn't care in the leas

It was acres and the way to the big old tree was potted flowers at both sides as traces. Everyone is amazed by the forest theme wedding. Simple yet elegant. It was like in a fairytale and as they walked in--it was almost sunset. The music started as Samantha wait on the carriage covered with curtains. Beside her is Catriona as the maid of honor. Her parents are with her comforting her and were so happy that finally--she's going to get married. Sabrina walks in the aisle with Gabriel and baby Athena in the adorable stroller. They look so dazzling together and mostly, Sabrina who still maintained her beautiful figure and beautiful fair skin that glows.

“You swore you’d love me for life and never betray me—was that all a lie? “How long do you plan to keep playing house? “Do you remember you promised to marry me and become Mrs. Boyd?” I let out a mocking laugh and rolled my eyes. “Didn’t I make myself clear? We’re done.” Charlie froze in place. Hand in hand, Conrad and I walked around him and got into the car. Five days later, Conrad and I held our wedding ceremony at a mountain resort on the outskirts of the city. Charlie arrived with Crystal and a crowd of his drinking buddies. Several people that Crystal led lifted their phones and livestreamed me. Our wedding was low‑key, with few guests, which allowed that group to occupy half the lawn.

This was where the Corleone family's power had been at its peak, and yet I deliberately chose to hold my wedding here. No suffocating black motorcades, no armed bodyguards in black suits. Just sunflowers blanketing the hills and the salty dampness of sea breeze. I wore a haute couture ivory wedding gown, walking barefoot across the sand. The sunset painted the ocean orange, and Luca stood in the glow of light, smiling at me. During my vows, I looked into his clear eyes:

Our wedding was held on an island with the sun, sand, and blue sky. I was wearing a white wedding gown with my arms around Cole's as we walked toward the priest. I looked at the man next to me. He was handsome, gentle, and had given me a new life and a home. However, Ian made an appearance at our wedding in an unexpected way.

"If you're okay with it." "What?" He reached into his pocket. Pulled out the two wedding bands we'd worn yesterday. "Vows," he said simply. "Just us. No audience. No pressure. Just... what we really want to say." My throat tightened. "Okay." We stood barefoot in the sand, waves lapping at our ankles. He went first.