A Flair For The Dramatic Bride Novels & Stories

Drank it. Less than ten minutes later, she was on the pole. Damian played the footage again. Slowed it down. Her pupils were dilated. Her coordination was off. She stumbled once, caught by Lila, who whispered something in her ear before leading her offstage. He opened another tab. #SluttyBride trending on every platform. Articles. Memes. Comments. “Amara Collins cheats on fiancé hours before wedding.” “Innocent actress? More like desperate whore.”

Stephen muttered as he called for Clara. “Dad, I’m here!” Clara exclaimed, hopping out of the car. “Thank goodness you made it on time! What took you so long?” Stephen asked, exasperated. “I had to take my time. I’m not just any bride; I’m the bride of Alex Williams,” Clara said proudly. “Alright! Now put on your veil and come with me,” Stephen said, extending his hand. As Clara walked down the aisle with Stephen, all eyes were on her. She looked like a goddess of seduction in her wedding gown, which barely concealed her skin, and her bold makeup accentuated her features. Her silicone implants gave her a figure that many men desired.

And the garden is beautiful, with perfectly manicured bushes and big flower arrangements. I take my seat on the back and smile politely whenever I make awkward eye-contact with someone, but it doesn't take too long but the music to begin and everyone to turn around, because the bride is here. She's wearing a princess-cut dress, with a very dramatic skirt and a long train. And she’s holding onto the arm of an older man, most likely her father. I watch her walk down the aisle and for the first time in a long time, I allow myself to wonder if I'd like to have this at some point in the future.

Brenda chuckled and she blushed. “I think so?” “I can’t believe your childhood crush will be your husband now.” “Childhood crush?” “What? You think I didn’t know of your feelings for your brother’s friend while growing up?” Brenda laughed. “Oh, mum!” She exclaimed. “Are you embarrassed?” “Yes, please!” Chloe laughed. “Regardless…” She raised her hands to cup her cheeks but halted so as to not ruin her makeup. “You make a very beautiful bride,” she glanced at her white dress and then fondled her hand.

She squealed happily leaving the room after planting kisses on his face. Just as they walked off the red carpet into the building, a sleek black Rolls-Royce pulled up, and Cole emerged, in a tailored black designer suit that accentuated his chiseled physique. His dark hair was stylishly styled, adding to his irresistible charm. The women in the crowd melted at the sight of him, even married ones couldn't help but swoon, while their husbands shot angry glares in his direction. Cole winked at a stunning woman, who dramatically clutched her chest, her eyes fluttering closed. "Honey, did you see that? He just—" her husband glared at her, and she quickly shut her mouth, her face flushing with emb

Preston said, “I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride.” Ace pulled her close, the kiss unhurried and certain, as though there was nowhere else either of them needed to be ever again. Applause rose around them, Lola cheering openly, Brian smiling with quiet approval, Lilian Blacke, Eleanor, and Edward Blacke watching with pride, Ace’s family wiping at their eyes, and Julian clapping a little too enthusiastically. When they finally pulled apart, Emma was smiling through tears. “We did it,” she whispered, pressing her forehead to Ace’s.

Every head turns at once. I force my smile. “Hello.” Her hand rests lightly on my arm, guiding me toward the empty seat beside her. “Sit, darling.” I do, careful not to let my blazer gape as I tuck myself in. My hands look too stiff resting on the linen tablecloth, so I curl them around the napkin instead. “Ladies,” She says smoothly, “this is Dante Moretti’s wife. Newly married, as I’m sure you all know.” There’s a ripple of sound around the table, polite but cool. One woman with a razor, sharp bob raises her flute. “Congratulations.” Her tone is flat, like she’s reading it off a script.

Maria and Adam—apparently that was his name; I thought it was Alan for the first two months because he mumbled everything—started their own little campaign of passive aggression. They talked loudly when I was just out of earshot. They laughed whenever I walked into the room and then suddenly went quiet. And they had unbelievably loud sex at all hours of the night. But I’m stubborn too. I refused to leave early just to make them happy. So I waited exactly thirty days. I saved every dollar I could from my waitressing shifts, but New York wasn’t exactly cooperating. Every apartment wanted background checks, credit checks, guarantors, deposits the size of a small car payment.

“You will make me fall in love with you more than ever. Forget about this dirty slut which you call a wife. I will treat you better!” “I can't believe this!” I shouted. “You dare flirt with my husband right under my gaze. Trust me, you have a lot of audacity. I am not too shocked though. You have been this shameless since we were kids!” “Let your glorious husband answer me instead…” Emily replied. “What makes you think he would be faithful? He is a billionaire and he would certainly have flings all over. Soon, he will start going on business trips and he would leave you for months. You expect him to remain faithful afterwards? You will be the biggest fool in the universe to think he loves yo