U May Kiss The Bride 소설 & 이야기

"Though you can never be a perfect bride, you still look presentable to him." A bride? Him? I was caught off guard by her words and was about to interrogate her when we were interrupted by the ding sound of the doorbell. I rolled my eyes in disgust as she clasped her hands together with a smile plastered to her hard chiseled face. "They are here. Don't fuck this up, else —" she lifted a finger to her throat and imitated a slaughter with her hands, threatening to kill me if this whole arrangement ends in a bad way.

I gaze at it before Bryant cuts in with the one thing I know Jyeon is waiting on. “You may now kiss your bride…. Keep it PG; your mom is watching.”

the priest declared, marking the culmination of the ceremony. As applause erupted from their families, a wave of joy reverberated through the church. All eyes were on Mason, anticipating the customary kiss. However, he stood frozen, wrestling with his inner turmoil. Desperate to avoid this final act, he reluctantly pressed a peck on Isabel's cheek, eliciting a radiant smile from her. Descending from the altar, they approached their families, who showered them with blessings. For Mason, the charade had become unbearable. Excusing himself, he slipped outside the church, seeking solace in the cold embrace of a cigarette.

It was bizarre, to say the least. The old me would've thought his gesture meant that I mattered to him, at least in some way. Now, I wouldn't even hire him to be the opening act for a cheap circus with abused animals. Zachary strode back to me and clamped a hand around my chin. He held up his phone with his other hand and pointed its camera at my face. "Look into the camera and repeat after me. Tell her you welcome the baby and will step away as my wife. Tell her you wish us happiness."

And I know that his want for me is real. "The servants of God, Sasha and Katerina, are crowned in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen." The priest begins to add, "You may kiss the bride." Sasha is already moving at the first syllable. His arms wind around my waist, dipping me while his mouth seeks mine out. It's a longer kiss than is appropriate for a wedding. But I don't care. I lose myself in it, in him, and believe—even if it's for a second—that all of this is real and let him chase the last shred of doubt from my mind.

I now know why ladies crush so much on this man. The crowd laughed,and I could feel the hatred radiating around Lena. "Well,you may now kiss the bride then?"the priest uttered in a quizzical way. Was that an option? Newly-wed should kiss, right? "Pervert! Kiss the man you don't know?!" my second growled at me in my head. I batted my lashes, fastly. Not as if I wanted that. "We might end up making out right here. Is that okay with you?" Miguel drawled out,with a smirk at the priest.

I point out, still incredulous as I sit back down, smirking at my husband. Levi sighs dramatically. “No, Joel read about a tradition where all the women have to kiss the poor groom when the bride leaves the room.” “Aww, you poor thing, getting showered with kisses from all the lovely ladies.” I pat him on the head playfully, unable to stifle my laughter. “Just you wait till I leave and all the men in the room come up to kiss you,” he warns, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. “Watch out for my cousin Gerald... he likes to use tongue... a lot of tongue.”

Though, if you fancy, you're welcome to crash here every now and then. Fuming, I ended the call and instructed the butler to put the house on the market. On the wedding day, I waited at the hotel's entrance, anticipating Larissa's arrival in her bridal car. That was when Holly showed up, clad in a bridal gown, her face twisted with scorn. Murmurs spread through the crowd. "Isn't the bride supposed to be from the Smith family?" "She's not, and the Yates family didn't even invite them. What's she doing here?"

"I'm here to help, sir. I intend to prove myself." Garrison smirked, though it didn't reach his eyes. "Good. Because you're not here to sit around and twiddle your thumbs. You're here because we've got a killer who likes to dress women up as brides and leave them dead with a rose on their chest. We're up to six victims now. All young women, all found in various picturesque spots around town. No fingerprints, no DNA, no witnesses. Just bodies in wedding dresses and roses." Jane's stomach twisted. She had read about the Bride Killer in the papers, but hearing it described in such stark detail made it feel more real. More horrifying.

said Varsha, holding her four feet long chapel train as the bridesmaids followed behind. "Yes, and we will be there to see it live this time. I need to stand away from my parents," Riya said, leading the way to the black limo. "Is kissing the bride before taking the vows even allowed?" One of her college friends asked. "No one is kissing anyone, ever!" Ruhi mumbled anxiously and stepped into the vehicle.