What The Bride Said Novels & Stories

She burst into tears and ran out, hands covering her face. Then I felt the heat of his breath by my ear. "Let's finish the wedding first. I'll explain everything later, okay?" With the nuisance out of the picture and me not quite in the mood to make a scene, the guests stayed quiet, and the ceremony moved along quickly. Not long after, I was in the bridal room, slapping the mattress hard with my palm. 'What the hell was that earlier? Was that supposed to be some kind of seductive act? Hmph. As if that would work on me.'

"Coming from the woman who stepped into her sister's wedding without being asked." I went still. "You didn't hesitate," he said. "You stood up in that vestry and you offered yourself as a replacement bride and you told everyone it was about the covenant and the company and your father's face." He looked at me steadily. "And maybe it was. But you also couldn't stop thinking about the man at the altar. The one you had fucked and walked away from. The one who stopped that ceremony when he saw you. And you knew it. And you did it anyway."

I asked Violet, holding up my glass. I couldn't wait to get the alcohol into my system. Violet raised her glass. Cocking her face to the side, she said, “To all the beautiful brides with beautiful love stories and an even beautiful marriage. To love and unity. To forever!” I swallowed and repeated her words. “To brides, love stories, wedding ceremonies, and forever!” Our glasses met and I drowned my wine at a go. Violet gave me a look of admiration. I chuckled. “I think I want more,” I said and got up.

Be careful not to ruin your makeup or hair. Against my skin, the silk felt like water. The fit is perfect. Exactly as I remembered. I stepped out. Looked in the full-length mirror. And started crying. "No crying!" Sophie picked up some tissues. "You'll ruin your makeup!" "I'm unable to stop it. I simply—I look like a bride. A true bride. With a whisper, Catherine replied, "You are a true bride." "Getting married to a man who loves you." Who picked you? Who earned your respect?

He asked. At that moment, I should have said NO. I should have dropped his hand and walked away from the altar. I should have saved myself from the stress, fear, or anything that might come my way later in the marriage. I should have lifted my long flowery wedding dress, and scurry away, but instead, I raised my shoulder and said, “I do.” He turned to face Daniel and asked the same question. “Do you take Emerald Rodriguez as your lawfully wedded wife?”

Akshara voiced firmly while her eyes rolled out, yet emphasized every word. Though raged, the blonde bride gasped, “You may be true,” saying she took the crimson satin many-layered gown to change her outfit. Everyone waited eagerly for the blonde bride’s arrival.

The emcee and everyone else held a glass of wine. "Here's to the love, adoration, and companionship between Christine and Vittorio," We all hooted our cheers, and drank. "Now, let's hear from the bride herself," The emcee handed the microphone to me and I could hear my heart pounding. I shyly looked around and took a deep breath, "Hello," The crowd replied with a few laughs. "As you may know, I wasn't always like this. The Christine that is speaking in front of you was someone I thought couldn't exist.

Several seconds later, the poor old priest cleared his throat as almost a thousand sweat tiny drops fell from his wrinkled forehead. "Miss… Miss Monde?" The priest insisted in a low voice, but enough for her to hear. The book he was holding almost fell from the shaking pressure of the groom's piercing stare. "Miss..." "Sigh..." The clear and soft breath of the beautiful bride echoed to mesmerize the church walls. The sound came like a warm breeze that was being forced out, but never lost its elegance and dignity. "Yes, I do." That was it, those three words sealed her future.

"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'd definitely not want to trouble her with my questions. So yeah as always, I'd rather ask my groom or figure it out myself. ‘ My groom. ’ The realization that I'd just said those words out made me sigh. “ Let's head in, Little Bride. ” Evelyn's voice rang beside me. “ You definitely wouldn't want to keep your groom waiting, would you? ” **** The door of the church opened, and what followed was gasps of astonishment. It almost felt like they've all been transported into a fantasy novel as the bride looked too breathtaking to be real.