Novel & Cerita Paper Brides

she slid the ring on his finger, she looked up to him and beamed. Raymond was dazzled at that moment, her happy smile seem to etch in his heart, watching her sweet heart shaped lips that was smeared with light pink lip gloss, he felt this urge of leaning forward and kissing her with or without the priest's go ahead, 'what is wrong with you?' He questioned himself and just then he heard the priest "by the power vested in me by our most high father, I hereby declare you man and wife. You may kiss your bride" now that was the line Raymond has been waiting for without even knowing, he leaned forward with his hand on her chin, he slowly claim her lips and he found himself delaying to let her go b

Before Kingsley could react or ask any more questions, Yvette grabbed the mic and announced, “let’s give a round of applause for the bride and the groom and welcome them on the floor for their first dance.” “What??” shouted Rose in shock. But Kingsley had already wrapped his hands around her waist and nudged her on the dance floor. Rose was having trouble walking; how was she supposed to dance? She kept thinking about how she was going to do that, or why she had to even do that. The wedding was a sham, a fake, an extortion, so why was everyone showing off as if it was the wedding of a century? Why was the wedding so lavish? Why did she have to follow every rule, every custom?

Warm congratulations and blessings came from everyone around us. While the vows were being read, Luca interrupted the priest. He swallowed several times, struggling hard to keep himself from trembling. He then dropped to one knee, holding a diamond ring nearly identical to the one my mother had given me. "Giada, I didn't want to skip a proper proposal and simply take you as my wife. But I swear that for the rest of my life, I will love only you, just as I have for all these years. So please… I'm begging you, will you marry me?"

"Viv‌ian... i‌t‌ started as a pla​n. Bu⁠t I‌..." "He’s a C⁠aldarian, Vivia‌n," the wom​an inter‌r​upted. "W‌e don't‌ do thin‍gs for love. We d​o t​hem for the Debt." ‌Sh​e leaned in close, her br​ea‌th cold on my ear.‌ "Now‍ that we have th‍e deeds and t‌he ledger, we don't need a b⁠ride anymore. We need a sacrifice. The city thinks Maurice is the vill‌ain.‍ It would be​ s⁠o t​ragic if hi​s 'v⁠i​cti‍m​' died of a⁠ broke‌n heart... or a‌ tr‌agic accide‌nt at the station."

Please let the answer be no. The cathedral doors opened behind us. The room shifted. Everyone turned. My sister appeared at the end of the aisle on my father’s arm, radiant in ivory silk and cathedral-length lace. Celeste Hartwell had been preparing for this wedding since she was seventeen. She looked luminous. She looked happy. She looked like someone about to receive everything she'd ever wanted. The organ swelled as she began walking down the aisle. Adrian Swift turned toward her. He smiled. He watched her approach.

Elaina showed thumbs up to the couple, Pihoo and Aiden. Pihoo, the radiant bride, exuded timeless beauty and charm in her Western wedding attire. Her white gown was a masterpiece of lace and satin, adorned with delicate beading and a flowing train that trailed gracefully behind her. A veil framed her face, adding an air of mystique to her look. Her hair was elegantly styled, and her makeup highlighted her natural features, making her a vision of bridal perfection.

My hair was also a simple bun at the back of my head, with a jewelled clip to hold my veil in place. The bridal gown was pure white and simple. The skirt was flowing with a slight train and the sleeves were lace. Although my father had objected to the ‘unconventional dress’ at first…but he had changed his mind at the last minute when my groom’s father, and by father’s good friend, Mr. Davis, had reminded him that this was the twenty first century and women dressing in lace sleeves was appropriate enough. And yet…Mr. Davis hadn’t thought that arranged marriages should’ve been left behind in the nineteenth century either.

A gentle wave of applause rippled through the hall. "Our groom today is Mr. Julian Moreau, the sole heir of the esteemed Moreau family. And our bride—Miss Seraphina Valeza, a woman of grace, talent, and elegance." The guests murmured appreciatively. The wedding was nothing short of extravagant. Business giants from Lunada City filled the hall. Families from third-rate and second-rate circles attended in large numbers, eager to strengthen connections. A few representatives from first-rate families were also present—not out of obligation, but purely for entertainment, observing the event as if it were a carefully staged performance.

When Peach looked up at her mother, Miss Grace stroked her cheek and spoke softly to her, "Don't stress about them. It's going to be fine... this might be a good thing, that they showed up." "Mama, we both know that's not true." Peach mumbled with a weak smile. The wind at the beach was calm, and the setup for the wedding looked simple but gave off a soft, sweet, and romantic vibe with blush pink and white decorations, lighting, an arch covered with blush pink flowers, and chairs on both sides of the aisle. "What the hell," Dean mumbled, still trying to take in the scene, expecting something less breathtaking than this setup, and his mind couldn't seem to settle on anything else other than j

Hundreds of candles and lights have turned the beach into a shimmering space for the bride and groom and guests to enjoy happy moments. The whole space is decorated with romantic accessories, splendid as paradise. Violet looked at everything so beautifully presented that she couldn't take her eyes off her. Guests attending are famous businessmen, sons, and daughters of rich billionaires. Adam Anda is a man much loved by many for his generous style and humorous way of speaking. Not all guests were friends of Adam and the bride, but also his father's partners. The appearance of Dominic Barker made Adam's marriage even more exciting. Everyone didn't expect Dominic Barker to actually come here,