The Daughter Of The Bride Mga Nobela at Kwento

Alpha Sahin announced and all the members of the family stood up, marching to the entrance of the throne room where the council were also present. The bride carefully walked, arching her brows when her mother came hooking her hands with hers and she understood immediately that it was just ethics. "The groom's mother will proceed with the rituals." Alpha Sahin waves, "To be sure if you accept the bride to be your daughter, not ordinarily daughter in-law." He asked.

Her long white gown nearly swept the floor as she walked alongside her father down the aisle with her arm hooked in his. “ Why isn't sister here? Is she still annoyed because I chose to marry him?” The bride asked in a low voice, staring at her father. The bride's father stared ahead at the bridesmaids in a baby pink short dress with a simple head band on their head matching with their heels. He returned his gaze to his daughter and patted her hand which was holding unto the bouquet. “ I can only imagine. Today is you day, don't worry about anything else. ” He said as he handed her over to the groom who was wearing a white tux.

This scared everyone when the priest said that it was a bad omen. "Oh my goodness! This can't be happening. My son won't marry this woman here."Bron's mother said. Bron was my fiance's name. "Don't say this Mrs Linda. Mr Lewis please explain this to your wife. Our daughter has no misfortune." "I also can't get my son married to your daughter." Mr Lewis said. "No please. You can't do this for a single mistake that my daughter has done." Dad said. The situation was getting serious I felt I could say something but I was a bride and brides couldn't speak before the ceremony but something inside me was forcing me to.

She looked so beautiful and elegant in her white wedding dress. Jake couldn't take his eyes off his bride. The smile that adorned his face said it all. But something was wrong. Jake noticed there weren't any bridesmaids with her. In fact, everyone was confused. Brian walked his daughter through the aisle to the altar and gave her hand to Jake. “ Make her happier, son. I know she's already happy with you, but I want you to add more to it.” Brian spoke softly to Jake as he knew that, Jake will never hurt his daughter.

“Again, Sarah Pierce is also his daughter, there is not much difference.” His brows arched. “Says who?” “You have no reason to be against this.” “She has a daughter with an unknown father!” he complained. “What are you thinking? Don't you realise she will hurt your image? Our image?! Listen, boy.” He poked my chest. “Rosaline Pierce is your bride. Stop being stupid and do as you are told.” I scoffed. And that shocked my father. He asked, “Are you in your right mind?”

Judi fights with her at almost every turn especially when she’s interfering with the interior decor—Judi’s specialty. “Hi, welcome to Bridals Parlour.” A really tall woman with really tall heels approaches us, her blonde hair in a tight bun. For a second I wonder if she’s got any circulation to her brain at all. “I’m Kayla Evans.” She smiles warmly, which somehow breaks the serious aura she has going on. Her cool green eyes meet mine. “You must be the bride, yes?” I nod once. “I am. And this is my daughter, one of the flower girls.”

Stephano drew in a breath staring at his bride walking towards him while holding her father's arms. Her face was covered by the veil she had on her hair. Mr Foyer smiled taking pride in finally walking his only daughter down the aisle. It was a long dream of his that came true today. He looked up and could already imagine Lilian smiling down all the way from heaven. One look at Rose and he knew his daughter was in safe hands for the rest of her life.

Their little alliance would crumble before it even had the chance to take form. He was so deep in thought that he didn’t immediately notice Arianna being escorted up to the stage. Her father stood proudly beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder as he officially announced her as his first daughter. The crowd applauded; cameras flashed; murmurs of admiration rippled through the room. “…and please, extend your blessings to her,” her father was saying proudly.

The cheering is deafening. I stare at the blood dripping from my palm and feel the world crack open beneath my feet. Bride. Not honored guest. Not court presentation. Bride. They have dressed me for a funeral and called it a wedding. Father steps forward, face carved from stone. “My daughter,” he declares, voice ringing, “volunteers herself to the sacred duty. House Wynne is honored beyond measure.” Seraphine curtsies, eyes shining with tears that never quite fall. Mother presses a handkerchief to her lips.

For three damn days, she couldn’t put her shit together. Once they made it to the altar, her father gave a firm nod to Lucas (the groom) and left to take a seat in the frontmost pew next to her beloved stepmother. He didn’t even have the decency to say something kind to her. She was his only daughter, for Christ’s sake! Not even a smile. Ugh. Anyway. “Breathe, Claire, breathe,” she mumbled mentally and prepared herself to face the biggest asshole in the entire hall.