A Flair For The Dramatic Bride Novels & Stories

The air buzzed with activity as decorators, caterers, and event planners worked tirelessly to transform the beach into a breathtaking wedding venue. On the wedding day, the beach was adorned with pristine white decorations, flowers of various hues, and elegant drapery that billowed in the gentle sea breeze. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm glow over the gathering. The guests, a mix of Andersons and Laos, filled the seats in anticipation of the union between Felix and Charlotte.

She mumbled in a shrug as she diverted her attention back to the sandwich. **************** Don sat down on the couch with his legs crossed as he pressed his phone whilst he wait for Lillian. He was already growing impatient, so he signalled for Draco to come closer. Draco came forward and bent over. "Get........." The sound of clicking heels interrupted him and he looked to see Lillian climbing down the stairs. She was dressed in a blue sparkling flare gown with white heels. She had a white purse to match. Don was almost unable take his eyes off her, even Draco and Rex got dazed by her beauty at that moment.

"You're hopeless, you know that? Mason doesn't want you, so you come up with this pathetic lie about being pregnant?" Candice chuckled darkly, taking a step closer. "Oh Raven, it’s not my fault you can’t keep your husband satisfied. He needed comfort, and I was more than happy to give him what he wanted." Julie, who had been watching in disbelief, finally snapped. "Stop talking rubbish! My brother would never go back to you for anything." Blair, who had been quiet up until now, let out a dramatic sigh and shook her head. "There's so much drama in my little sister’s marriage. First, she’s caught cheating, and now Mason too? Quite the pair."

“You’ve just made headlines.” Fascinated, Lewis smiled. He wouldn't put it past his brother to miss any opportunity to flirt with a beautiful girl. Especially at such a time when he knew his chances of being accepted were high. They danced in silence for several long minutes before he looked down at her. She wore a brown silk dress that clung softly to her body, accentuating her curves. Her auburn hair had been swept up, the reddish-brown strands woven into a braid that hugged the side of her head before folding into a voluminous bun at her nape. Tiny pearl pins adorned the braid, catching glints of light with every turn of her head

"Breaking news! Bride loses her mind at billionaire wedding!" "Guess she wasn't meant for the high life. So close to marrying into money, and she snaps." Below the stage, guests in tailored suits crowded together. Some pulled out hidden cameras and started snapping photos nonstop, while others crouched in corners, clutching their heads and whispering prayers. All because, while Malcom Blair and I were exchanging vows just moments ago, I slapped him across the face, then dragged over a filthy man from the entrance who looked like a homeless drifter and kissed him in front of everyone.

"Oh please, don't ruin my mood with your never ending pity. Let me just imagine myself wearing it and assume you got it for me and present it to me like this… she paused as she dramatized how Naya would go on her knees to present the bracelet to her. "I'm presenting a bracelet not asking you to be my wife," Naya muttered giggling. "Even if you ask me I would have said no if you were a guy," enola scoffed. "You dare not, you won't be able to resist my handsome face," Naya bragged. "And you won't be able to resist my honey ass," enola replied, shaking her ass.

My hair was also a simple bun at the back of my head, with a jewelled clip to hold my veil in place. The bridal gown was pure white and simple. The skirt was flowing with a slight train and the sleeves were lace. Although my father had objected to the ‘unconventional dress’ at first…but he had changed his mind at the last minute when my groom’s father, and by father’s good friend, Mr. Davis, had reminded him that this was the twenty first century and women dressing in lace sleeves was appropriate enough. And yet…Mr. Davis hadn’t thought that arranged marriages should’ve been left behind in the nineteenth century either.

I was happy, sue me. Glancing at the front seats, I saw Brenda and Zach smile lovingly at us. It was funny how quickly Brenda did a three-sixty, but I suppose it was clear that even though she didn't like me much, she supported her son anyways. "I wish you were here Grandma," I whispered, closing my eyes briefly. "You would have loved all of this. Well, except Brenda." "Now the groom and bride will exchange their vows." The priest announced. And I smiled excitedly. Xavier and I had opted to recreate our vows instead of following the standard one. "The bride,"

The room smelled like a tantalizing mixture of just baked cinnamon rolls and a delightful floral scent that somehow didn't conflict with each other. Hailey made a simply gorgeous bride. Her long, dark hair and enormous green eyes made the silky pink dress she had chosen for the occasion pop. I had never seen anyone look as exuberant as she did, with the exception of Biggie. He was positively beaming from ear to ear as if he couldn't believe his good fortune.

Lauren walked gracefully holding her father’s hand towards the man of her dreams. It was the most special day of her life and she planned it accordingly. The aisle was decorated with Scarlett blood red roses on the pristine white marble befitting the bride as the theme showcased what she did to get the man of her dreams. She spilled blood! She took the lives of people! The smile on her face as she eyed Klaus standing at the end of the aisle broadened. However, the smile held no innocence but a sense of triumph.