Novel & Cerita 4 Sisters Wedding

Theirs. May twenty-fourth. Big party. But without the pressure of it being the "actual" wedding. Perfect.

The foundation was strong enough to hold everything we were becoming. One evening in late summer, Four's phone rang during dinner. He glanced at the screen and his expression shifted to surprise. "It is Elena," he said. I had not heard from his half-sister in months beyond occasional text updates. Four stepped away to take the call while I helped Sophia with her chicken. He was gone longer than I expected. When he returned, his face was soft with emotion. "Elena is getting married. Next spring. And she wants me to walk her down the aisle.”

SARAH’S POV This was the worst day of my life. Being sentenced to watch my half-sister Emily get married was the worst type of torture, most especially when I'd like to be anywhere else than here. However, we the Johnsons care about publicity, so I didn't dare try to skip the wedding. “So what do you think of my dress?” Emily turned around to face the mirror, prepping for the attention of everyone else. “Oh, my gosh; I think the dress is going to be a statement!” Her best friend, Fiona gushed smiling up at Emily.

Please let the answer be no. The cathedral doors opened behind us. The room shifted. Everyone turned. My sister appeared at the end of the aisle on my father’s arm, radiant in ivory silk and cathedral-length lace. Celeste Hartwell had been preparing for this wedding since she was seventeen. She looked luminous. She looked happy. She looked like someone about to receive everything she'd ever wanted. The organ swelled as she began walking down the aisle. Adrian Swift turned toward her. He smiled. He watched her approach.

The chosen venue was stunning, decorated with delicate and elegant floral arrangements, creating a romantic and enchanting atmosphere. The morning of the wedding arrived with a special glow. Nicole and Emily, along with their bridesmaids Eloá and Karen, shared moments of happiness and anticipation as they prepared for the big day. While hairdressers and makeup artists worked on their hair and makeup, laughter and hugs were shared, radiating an infectious energy of excitement. As Nicole put on her stunning wedding dress, adorned with delicate lace and sparkling pearls, Emily was also radiant in her elegant gown, which enhanced her natural beauty. It was incredible to see the two sisters side

"I'm going to marry him. And I'm going to spend the rest of my life making sure he knows he's loved." The crowd clapped. Jay walked to me. He was wearing a gray suit. A white shirt. No tie. "You're crying," I said. "I'm not crying." "You're crying." "I'm happy." "Same thing." "It's not." "It is." He kissed me. In front of everyone. The cameras. The guests. The world. I didn't care who saw. The party went late. Dancing. Drinking. Eating. Laughing. My father danced with Maya. Maya danced with Jay. Jay danced with me.

she gushed. However, her excitement wasn’t shared by everyone. Standing at the far end of the hall were her four soon-to-be stepbrothers Aiden, Liam, Zander, and Matthew. Their expressions ranged from cold indifference to subtle annoyance. Aiden, the eldest, sighed, rubbing his temple. "This wedding is happening too fast." Liam crossed his arms, his jaw tightening. "It’s not just about the speed. Do you realize what this means for our family name? For our pack?"

“You’re working even at your sister’s party.” “I’m a programmer. I don’t actually live,” I answered flatly. In the center of the ballroom, Fiona looked like an ad for happiness. Her dress was ivory, not a wedding gown but definitely enough to make it clear she was in the phase of not caring who was jealous. She laughed brightly, hugged aunts, greeted guests, and every now and then waved at me from across the room like, look at me, sis, I’m happy. And I lifted my hand and waved back with a thin smile.

If I sent her away, then I would be disrespecting the Mafia king who had set up this alliance. An alliance that had been three years in the making. It had cost blood and money and the kind of painstaking diplomacy that men in my world were not naturally built for. After much concession, the wedding had been set for today, and every significant figure in the northern syndicate had attended it. These men would rather be caught dead than find themselves at a wedding, which went to show how important this event was. If I walked into that room and announced the bride was dead and the woman standing beside me was her twin sister, there would be no recovering the evening.

The four women, Abby, Lia, Kiera, and Arah responded at once, making Samantha pause what she was about to say, to ponder. "Me too. But what I mean is find your spot and the wedding processional will start" the prissy socialite giggled before she incredulously glared at her impish nieces. "Ohhhh...." The four choruses after realizing what the woman really meant. ****tbc****