Novel & Cerita A Flair For The Dramatic Bride

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

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.

Only after taking a closer look did he realize it was a bridal boutique. However, most of the wedding dresses inside were exquisitely made and genuinely beautiful. He glanced at several of them and found them rather pleasant on the eyes. But before he could take a closer look, he unexpectedly heard Bertha Newman, the owner of the boutique, call out in a teasing voice, "Hey, babe! I've been waiting for you two for ages." That word "babe" made Matteo freeze and shudder. His gaze shifted back and forth between Bertha and Abigail. Was she another one of Abigail's girlfriends? But despite still looking rather alluring, Bertha was visibly older. Was this Abigail's type?

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.

“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

Though, if you fancy, you're welcome to crash here every now and then. Fuming, I ended the call and instructed the butler to put the house on the market. On the wedding day, I waited at the hotel's entrance, anticipating Larissa's arrival in her bridal car. That was when Holly showed up, clad in a bridal gown, her face twisted with scorn. Murmurs spread through the crowd. "Isn't the bride supposed to be from the Smith family?" "She's not, and the Yates family didn't even invite them. What's she doing here?"

All I needed was space. Sebastian Spenser. The heir of Spenser cooperation and legitimate face of the family business. He is taking me as his bride because he needed me to give him an heir. Because my grandfather thought it was good for business. I stared down at my wedding dress. It is a heavy Ralph Lauren custom made ball. It was made up of the finest Chinese silk with a floral of white lilies. It is gorgeous, fancy and expensive. It was chosen by my mother. I would have preferred a simple yet elegant one but mother insisted I get this particular one. Only the best for the Spenser and Hastings union.

"My father and my brother use to call me small boy, great brain. I was sharp, and do observe a lot about things around me." "Where is your brother's grave? " I ask. He clenched his fist and began walking to the car telling me to wait. He came back with three bunch of flowers. We place them on each grave before going home in silence, both of us in our own thoughts. ♡♡ "it's time dear "Nanny Lilo says and pat my back. I sigh and stare at myself in the mirror. I look good in my white wedding dress that shows my cleavage. I know I look beautiful since everyone here won't stop gawking and flattering me. I appreciate them, but I'm not happy.

Genelia's mother responded with her calmest tone with obvious sadness as Diana's eyes enlarged. Even if this thing is happening then it would be a total unfair decision for Bella. At least in case of Genelia and Diana they were married in their legal ages! "This cannot happen, we need stop this!" Diana spoke as her both her mother's and aunt's eyes widened at her audacity. There has always been a rule to regulate the brides before marriages, to make them learn etiquettes. The honour manners the females well for their husband. Bella's life would be so harsh if she will be attacked so suddenly with all those harsh demands of honour.

My hair was done along with my makeup, I was in a beautiful dress with its flowy skirt and lace neckline, and I had to force myself not to cry and ruin everything. “Oh, my dear,” Francesca said hurriedly as she clutched my hand. “What’s the matter? You look absolutely stunning! I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more stunning bride!” “I’m just so overwhelmed,” I claimed. “Most people would argue that this is so irresponsible.” “Are you most people?” “No.”