Pink Wedding Veil Novels & Stories

"I know the invitation said 6 p.m., but everyone knows that the wedding actually lasts an entire day. 6 p.m. is just the maurat, the holy hour if you will, but there is the haldi ceremony in the afternoon." Ezra pouted but let me go so I could get dressed in my room. My attire for the wedding was a breathtaking sight to behold. The soft, pastel shade of pink was delicate and feminine, reflecting what I hoped to be my inner elegance and grace. A way of saying fuck you to my mother who never thought I was worthy to be called her daughter. The intricate embroidery adorned the fabric, forming delicate patterns of flowers and vines that seemed to dance across the fabric. Each thread seemed to hav

At 3:00 pm, the wedding march began to play, and soft pink rose petals rained from the sky like a shower of roses. All the white roses were indeed pink now. The venue included a cascading waterfall of pink flowers, a towering pink rose sculpture, and archways of pink roses. Everything looked dreamlike and magical. Dressed in a custom pure-white couture wedding gown, Juliana walked slowly down the pink petal-covered aisle. She looked at the pink roses surrounding her, surprise and delight painting her face. Emory extended his hand to greet his bride. At the same time, major media outlets surged forward, aiming their cameras at the newlyweds.

A diamond studded veil shimmers over her face, and gold threads gleam in her hair. Arches swathed in white silk and roses tower over the wedding altar, where dozens of blossoms—crimson, ivory, gold—spill and waver like a fragrant tide, matching Carmela’s aura. The event that has had everyone wagging their tongues wagging across the kingdom for months is finally here. Cheers and applause erupt from the crowd as she glides with a queen's grace across the raised stage. As she floats down the steps, whispers trail her—some name her divine, the chosen queen.

It didn't matter to me though as long as Evana was happy with it. I was already on nine clouds imagining Evana in my selected wedding gown. Her beautiful eyes, rose petal lips, brown hair, face with a light make up. Her bridal image was set on my mind from the time we decided to get married. So when Mom told me about the veil thing, I didn't mind because I felt her concern for me though I wasn't sure Evana would listen to such superstition like wearing a veil would bring good luck to the groom and his family and all.

“Veils? Minthe, our pack rituals do not use veils. That is a human custom from the old lands. Why would we—“ “Because veils have always been used for brides, haven’t they?” I cut him off, my voice steady, layered with a dark, deliberate precision. “In the human world, the veil hides the bride’s face until the very moment the vows are spoken. It keeps the identity hidden until it is too late to change anyone’s mind. I want it to be exactly the same for this ceremony.” I let go of his hands, stepping back as the full layout of my plan crystallizes in my mind.

They scattered flower petals and murmured prayers before bringing the palanquin to the mandap. It opened, and the bride stepped out, her face covered by a thick ivory veil. She sat beside Dev. Instantly, his expression darkened, his brows furrowing as he carefully studied the woman beside him, but he could not see through her veil. His gaze trailed down to her hands, noting the intricate henna on her knuckles. A flat plate was handed to Dev, drawing his attention. He picked up the cream-colored garland, holding it silently for a moment before draping it around the woman’s neck.

But instead of a champagne-colored tie like they were wearing, old man Van Dyke wore a white tie. Caitlin stood next to her father straight, proud, and gorgeous. She looked like a Greek goddess with child. Her white floor length gown as made out of chiffon. Her six-month baby bump was noticeable but not obnoxiously so. The sweetheart neckline showed a modest amount of cleavage but Alexander could tell, even from nearly twenty feet away, her breasts were a tad larger from the pregnancy. The straps of her dress were thick and straight. A cathedral length, flowered mantilla veil covered her face and head. The train of the veil looked to be about a foot and a half long on the ground. The intrica

Ava was in a dressing room at the church with her mother and bridesmaids. Ava’s dress was a fit and flare silhouette with a two-foot train. It had long sleeves and a bateau neckline. At the lower half of the skirt, three peonies were sewn in a group in light gray threading. The length of the veil came to her lower waist. The lining of the veil was etched with white thread peonies shape designs. Her bridesmaids had long-sleeved dresses and were a fit and flare design like Ava’s except their dresses did not have a train. The rose-colored bridesmaid dresses complimented all their complexions.

The church bells ring early morning signifying the day of the wedding. Everyone in town is busy setting up everything according to plan. The Cathedral of Rimes is the venue of the wedding. The nuptials are preoccupied with preparing themselves. Princess Ariana looks stunning on her white wedding gown. The gown has flowers designs of crystals and silk. It is sleeveless and reveals her distinguishable collar bones. Her hairstyle and veil complements the dress having the same flowers of crystals and silk. The only thing missing on her stunningly exquisite look is a smile. She stares blankly on the clouds hoping that the person she truly loves comes to rescue her or crash the wedding.

Ari’s POV “You look amazing,” Everly squeals as she fixes my white veil. I chose a light pink dress to compliment the garden. Empire waist, of course, sweetheart neckline with embroidery flower in white thread from top to bottom, the very bottom of the dress is covered in a layer of lace. My veil is plain white with a blusher. “Let’s fix this part,” Mom helps cover my face with the blusher and we all turn to look in the mirror. Juliet- WOW! We are so beautiful.