4 Sisters Wedding Novels & Stories

"I knew you'd love it too! Oh, this wedding is going to be perfect." Back at the MacPherson mansion, the place was buzzing with activity. Carson's four sisters were all home for the wedding preparations. As Carson and Margaret walked in, they were greeted by a chorus of excited squeals. "There's the happy couple!" Carson's oldest sister called out. She was sprawled on the couch, flipping through a bridal magazine. Another sister jumped up to hug Margaret. "Did you find a venue? Tell us everything!" As Margaret launched into a detailed description of the hall, Carson tried to slip away. But his youngest sister caught his arm.

I guess it was a lot of work to have four babies, so they waited to make it official. The music changes, and my sisters walk in, followed by Rylee’s sister Katherine and two of her friends, then her matron of honor, Rylee’s best friend Amla. I inhale and let it out slowly as the music changes again and I prepare to see my beautiful mate. I know she is going to leave me breathless.

He took a healthy swallow of his drink. “What else is there other than what you mentioned?” “A bridesmaids and groomsmen luncheon, a welcome party, and a honeymoon luncheon. A two week honeymoon is required, despite the fact that the summer time is the busiest time of year at Hudson. Oh, and a fucking honeymoon luncheon,” he repeated with resentment. “Oh, and the wedding party is going to be huge. Catherine has four sisters so of course they’ll be bridesmaids.” “And Catherine had asked Selena and Joanna to be bridesmaids. Selena told me.”

Because this wasn’t just a wedding…This was Damien Cole’s wedding and nothing about him was ever ordinary. Miss Sterling adjusted her dress, glancing around with a smirk. “Your sister really went all out,” she muttered under her breath. April stood beside her, her hands clasped tightly in front of her. Her gown was soft champagne silk, hugging her figure just enough to make her feel beautiful and exposed. “I think I might faint,” April whispered. Mrs Sterling leaned closer. “If you faint, make sure you fall gracefully. Cameras are everywhere.” April huffed, but her nervousness didn’t fade.

Katy said. The door opened again, and the rest of my girls came out. Heather, Penny, and Gracie were all dressed in deep-burgundy gowns, the rich color suiting them. Each had their own relationship with Ashley, and she had wanted all of her sisters at her wedding. My chest warmed looking at them. “My God, you are all stunning.” The color was the same, but each gown was styled to suit the wearer. All were elegant and beautiful. With their coiffed hair and radiant smiles, I was mesmerized.

As if everything that had already happened wasn’t enough I had to gave him again at the celebratory buffet and I couldn’t decline the invite because it was my sister…. The next event was even bigger than the engagement party. A celebratory buffet my sister insisted on hosting, something about “bringing both families together properly.” It was elegant, controlled, perfect. Just like her. And somehow… I was there again. Dressed up, smiling when necessary, pretending everything was fine. Pretending I wasn’t falling apart inside, but I kept my distance this time.

“ I wouldn't, because, I wasn't the one dying to marry him after our sister dumped him. Elizabeth would know better.” Moments later, they were complete. Four siblings. Two men who looked too far related to the women standing next to them, because they took Piper's words seriously. The women went in first. Moments later, the men followed, but were halted at the door. “ Please, I think you have missed your way. This is a private wedding, not some public circus…” They shared a look, and the younger man, with eyes as green as a forest canopy, looked straight at her, calmly. “ You are?”

The day after the wedding, my phone blew up. Friends back home sent me a flood of screenshots. Noelle had posted a long statement on her social media, confessing to everything—forging the chat logs, faking the medical records, and seducing her own sister's fiance. She wrote, "My sister was too good to me. So good that I couldn't stand the thought of her marrying someone else. She could only ever belong to me. That's why I decided to take her man from her. That way, I would be the only one she ever cared about."

My joy knows no bounds as I happily inform my girls of our shopping spree in preparation for the wedding. Adrian has already given me more than enough money to get all what I want and also for my sisters. You can only imagine the joy that fills my heart right now. Still in the spirit of excitement, I jumped up in joy as I kissed Adrian and rushed out of the room to give a call to my sisters who excitedly accepted to honor the outing.

Then her sister stepped out, dressed like she'd walked off a magazine cover, smiling like the last twenty-four hours hadn't happened at all. She crossed the courtyard straight toward Eva, heels striking stone. "You look terrible," she said, pulling off the sunglasses. "You disappeared. The wedding—" I had ---" "I know what you had to do." Her gaze dropped to Eva's hand. To the ring. "Give it back." Before Eva could answer, her sister lunged — quick, sharp, fingers closing around Eva's hand, trying to twist the ring loose right there on her finger. "Stop—" Eva yanked her hand back so hard she stumbled against the wall. "What is wrong with you?"