4 Sisters Wedding Novels & Stories

They still decided it was too far. Nina typed again: "My sister does not usually handle these things. Let me and Henry take care of the details." Henry replied with one word: "Yes." I stared at that word and did not move. Messages kept coming. No one noticed I had not said anything. This wedding had no room for my voice.

The absence was noted by many, whispered about by more. The soft music from the quartet began, violins and piano, slow and elegant. Down the aisle walked the bridesmaids in shimmering champagne gowns. First was Sienna Avelar, a distant cousin of Selene... then Miranda Cortez, sister of Samuel Cortez, a major shareholder allied with the Aramantes. Each woman smiled sweetly for the guests, basking in the glittering attention of high society. Then the flower girls came, tiny, perfect things scattering white petals, followed by the ring bearer, a boy in a crisp navy suit who looked too solemn for his age.

*Kiera* With a deep breath, I straighten my dress and walk toward the small group of familiar faces gathered near the entrance. My heart races as I approach them, every step feeling like I’m walking into a whirlwind. My mom stands out, her dark hair framing a face of warmth and worry, while my two older sisters flank her, their expressions a mix of excitement and curiosity. My brothers-in-law lean against the wall, the corners of their mouths twitching as they exchange knowing glances… I always wondered how my sisters managed to marry two men who while being totally unrelated could be mistaken for brothers easily.

I whisper to him You are my sister, remember?” he asks, offering me his arm, and I loop my arm around his. I turn to my three bridesmaids and nod. Suri makes way first, then Kaelin and Becky as I glance at Bryan, who squeezes my hand before the door opens. Everyone stands up as Me and You by Kenny Chesney starts to play, and I look ahead to Lucius. On his side, Noah and Taylor stand as his groomsmen. He looks like he’s trying to hold back his tears as I smile at him. Making my way to him.

Aliyana’s POV My sister’s wedding felt like a funeral instead of a celebration. There was no joy in these walls, only the faint scent of polished wood and flowers that couldn’t cover the overwhelming sense of doom in the air. My hands moved automatically, adjusting the angle of a vase, nodding to the servants carrying trays of lanterns, trying to ignore the knot in my stomach. “More to the left. Yes—stop there,” I instructed, my voice firmer than I felt.

"Andrea…." "No, seriously. Why you? We have people for that. Guards, drivers and even maids. It's our wedding night! This was supposed to be about us after finally being husband and wife without interruptions. But instead, you're out playing knight in shining armor for my sister?" His jaw tightened, and he tossed his jacket over a chair, avoiding my gaze as he loosened his cufflinks. "She's your twin Andrea, and you were worried. I didn't want you stressing out on our day."

Cleo’s mouth falls open slightly while Zoey just blinks. “You’re kidding.” Zoey’s the first to speak, voice low and cautious. “I’m not,” I say, forcing a small smile. “I know it’s short notice and I don’t deserve it after everything, but I can’t imagine walking down that aisle without the two of you by my side.” I squeeze both their hands warmly to show my sincerity. "I love you two so much. You're my sisters, and without you two, I know that my wedding will be entirely incomplete.

Gabriel gave Four a serious look with no emotions. It sure tensed Four up and sent chills down Petris's spine. "So when shall be the wedding?should i book the honeymoon?" He said and broke into laughter as both Petris and Four faces turned crimson red. Ros, Lisa and Jennie along with all the people witnessing the scene held back their laughter but failed when saw the hash tag shycouple blushing. "Dad how could you say something like that for your own daughter?"

Mari sat next to the photos, and I was immediately moved. When our friends, now the wedding party, started to enter, I was impressed by the girls' dresses. Each dress had the color of a tulip - purple, red, yellow, orange, and pink - in vibrant shades. They looked beautiful and harmonious. There were ten chairs, five on each side of the altar, positioned facing the guests, where they sat down, girls on one side and guys on the other.

That way, every year, we'll celebrate your wedding anniversaries on the same day. We go into our brothers' hallway. With our wedding dresses, fortunately our dresses aren't too long; for once, I chose something simple but sophisticated. My sister and I chose the same dress. It's also because of her that the dress is so simple. Because she likes everything simple. We decided to play a trick on everyone: we're going to pretend to be each other and sign in each other's place. We're also going to kiss our respective partners to see if they notice the difference. I know Mike won't notice a thing. But I wonder if my sister's fiancés will notice. We'll see. It'll be an opportunity for me to kiss tw