A Flair For The Dramatic Bride Novels & Stories

Not the blushing bride in white, but a dark omen in heels. Sadie crouched beside me, adjusting the hem of my gown with the concentration of a neurosurgeon and the attitude of a bomb technician. Her blonde curls bounced with every movement, and that unhinged gleam in her eyes only got wilder the longer she looked at me, like she couldn’t believe we were actually doing this, and also like she’d never been more thrilled in her life. “Okay, babe,” she said, straightening up with a dramatic flourish, “We’ve got everything ready. You say the word, and this wedding becomes a courtroom drama with a live studio audience.”

Playing their game. -Go away. -She said. Brahim stared at her, not understanding anything. The back of his hand caressed her warm cheek. "You're crazy," he swore. He didn't wait for an explanation, he certainly didn't care. The bride, dressed in her enormous, pompous and flashy dress, was left alone in the middle of the aisle. She felt a great emptiness inside her. It was the uncertainty of not knowing who she was or why she ended up in the hands of the Tonali brothers.

Then it spreads to the rest of the group. “Oh my God,” one of them says, a guy with a septum ring and a wine glass. “You’re the Rue, right? From the wedding yesterday?” Claire grins wider. “See? Iconic.” “You wore that blue dress!” the brunette says, already pulling out her phone. “My entire feed is talking about you. Like, you broke the internet a little.” I blink. “Wait, seriously?” The guy waves his phone too. “You’re trending, girl. The bride who ditched white. Bold. Romantic. A little scandalous. We love it.”

The halls were nicely decorated, with neon lights shining brightly. Tall chandeliers hung at every corner of the dance floor. Floral designs rested on each table. Everything looked so perfect, like something out of a fairy tail. It was the most talked about event of the year; the wedding of billionaire heiress Maris Veighblack, to Thomas McMahon.

At the end of the aisle, her soon-to-be husband awaited her with anticipation, but his anticipation was because of the fame that he was going to get. Florence was the epitome of bridal beauty, captivating the attention of every wedding guest. Her hair was styled in an elegant updo, while her makeup was flawlessly applied. Both her hair and makeup were the work of skilled professionals personally chosen by Heath, who sought only the best for his bride. He understood that Florence's appearance would reflect positively on him as a man and a partner.

Marie Drams had long boasted of her mastery. All in her life had been carefully plotted, every step, every breath, and every utterance. But as she fastened her gaze on the radiant face of her phone, her hold became so fierce that she was certain the device would shatter. Billion Engagement 2nd time around: The Bride is No White Angel.Fiona Generys in Gorgeous Midnight Gown for Her Wedding to Charles Billion. The words seared her.

And I need to learn the rules fast. The first test came quietly. A young, elegantly dressed socialite leaned toward her table, whispering loudly enough for Elara to hear: “Who even is she? Did he really choose a florist? This is absurd.” Elara’s fingers curled around the edge of her chair. Her voice was soft, but steady: “I… I’m the bride. That’s all that matters tonight.” The socialite smirked. “Brave words for someone who’s clearly out of her depth.”

Miriam hovered above them, flipping pages with an intensity that would terrify most professionals in the industry. Her voice dominated the room. Fast. Animated. Impossible to interrupt. “And here—look at this neckline, it’ll highlight your collarbone beautifully, wouldn’t it my dear? And this cut will photograph well in natural light. And these bridesmaids’ dresses—oh, Scarlett, you simply must see the blush shade; it speaks to me—”

Breathing heavily, she crawled up from the ground and walked inside the house. Inside the room, the bride was already dressed in a snow-white wedding dress. She was shy as she faced the mirror, unable to hide the happiness on her face. But in Lauren Serrano 's eyes, it was extremely dazzling. A brick appeared in Lauren Serrano 's hand. She threw it with a bang at the back of the bride's neck, crisp and clean — "En!" The bride groaned before collapsing limply to the ground. She had fainted.

Drake I watched Daniella as she walked down the aisle with Julia. Clad in the figure-hugging blue dress I bought for her, she looked se*y as hell. While all eyes were on the bride, I couldn’t take my eyes off the bridesmaid with cascading hair shining like spun gold. Daniella took my breath away. She affected me like no other, not even Lara. In fact, Lara’s charm felt insignificant compared to hers. Maybe what I felt for Lara was nothing but a crush. It crumbled when she betrayed me, but the hurt remained locked in my heart for years. It vanished only when I vented it out in my drunken state.