A Flair For The Dramatic Bride Novels & Stories

She'd only relented upon learning that I had property. Shirley's mother-in-law joined us onstage and started screaming bloody murder at Gretchen and Shirley. "Like mother, like daughter! I can't believe you had the nerve to ask us for 30 thousand dollars in wedding gifts when your daughter has an STD! We're calling this wedding off!" "Fine, then! You're not getting any of the money back, though! It's mine now!" Gretchen screeched. "How dare you try to get away with my money? I'm not a pushover, you bitch!"

As soon as we got to where my groom was standing, he took over from my dad gripping my hand tightly. We walked together to the altar and stood facing each other while I wriggled my hand from his grip. For a moment, I stole a glance at him and he was quite handsome even though he wasn't smiling or wasn't happy about the wedding as much as I was. It was written all over me. I took my face to the ground when my groom glared at me. "Do you Nicholas Chadwick take Elina Garcia as your lawfully wedded wife?" asked the priest. "Yes I do" Nicholas replied and I watched him clench and unclench his fist.

My young mistress's betrothed was dying, and she ordered me to marry him in her place to turn his luck. People believed the joy of a wedding could drive out sickness and misfortune, and that a dying man might be pulled back from the grave by it. "The royal physicians all say Lord Blackwell won't live past seven days! Why should I marry him only to be buried at his side? "He's never even seen me. You can marry him instead. "You're nothing but a lowborn maid. Being allowed to marry the regent is the luck of a lifetime." Before I could react, the glowing words appeared before my eyes again. [Celeste is such an idiot. What does she mean, he won't live past seven days? Lord Blackwell has the

She feels like the bride and her friends dancing in front of her is just too much. They dance with so much enthusiasm and the best thing about it is, they know just how to move with the steps. The hall is decorated in golden and seafoam, like the bride's outfit. The place is the real definition of wealth and abundance. The tables are closed with white clothing, a golden flower vase in the middle, pistachio drapes on the ceiling and the high table too. It's so beautiful even in Bushra's envious eyes.

My father, usually slumped and defeated, stood ramrod straight, puffing out his chest like a peacock displaying ragged feathers. And then there was Clara. My sister. The sun in our pathetic little solar system. The reason for this whole nauseating spectacle. She stood beneath the aforementioned chandelier, bathed in its golden glow, a vision in white. The dress, a custom-made creation according to my mother's breathless whispers, flowed around her like liquid moonlight. Her smile was dazzling, her eyes sparkling with what I could only assume was manufactured happiness. She was the perfect bride-to-be, the envy of every woman in the room, the pride of the Moreau family.

The orchestrator of this charade, was gazing at me with approval, and the relentless media capturing every moment with their cameras, The entire affair was frustrating beyond measure. I felt an overwhelming urge to slap those counterfeit smiles off their faces with the bouquet of red roses I held tightly. Gripping the flowers tightly, I reluctantly made my way closer to the altar, each step seeming more grueling than the last. *** Under the scorching sun, Eric, too, stood waiting for his supposed wife, pretending to be happy. His jaw began to ache, and the marriage hadn't even commenced yet. However, he couldn't deny that the woman who was to be his wife looked stunning in her white dress, w

And just like a rehearsed pageantry, she strode down the red carpet, a smile carved on her lips as she walked towards him, confident, calm and cruel. Gasps erupted. Phones lifted. Someone whispered, “Is this a stunt?” My mother stood in shock. My father looked down, ashamed. Reaching out, Clarissa took Liam's hand. “You have always wanted to get a dramatic entrance” she said, barely audible but loud enough for me to hear. In a split second, Liam grabbed her into his arms and kissed her. On the altar. In my dress. On the day that was supposed to belong to me. The crowd didn’t know what to do. Applaud? Mourn? Some clapped awkwardly. Others recorded. A few turned to look at me, unsure whether t

Scarlett LEANED AGAINST the back wall of the barn and watched the bride spin around the dance floor. Benji's parody song of the B52's Love Shack played through the speakers. The day was almost over. She couldn't believe how many times they'd had a near disaster, starting with the surprise flower arch the bride had thrown at her first thing in the morning. Scarlett had realized too late this bride's methods, how she'd manipulated Scarlett into going above, beyond and farther than was reasonable.