A Flair For The Dramatic Bride の小説・ストーリー

He was a gentleman, just heads over heels with his status. " You can go too Claudia. I'm sure you've seen my son's bride. Don't forget to tell your brother how pretty and well mannered she is" she chirped to Claudia after Niklas and Andrea left. Claudia took her bag and began to walk out while her daughter followed her. She had to leave to avoid trouble and to what she had said, she had truly seen the intending bride, that was all she had come to do like she had been instructed. " My apologies sir, ma. Please don't mind them. Make yourselves feel at home"

She pushed the covers off and stood, ignoring the way his gaze flickered over her briefly before he turned back toward the window. “What kind of event?” she asked, arms crossed. “A charity gala. High-profile. The media will be watching closely.” Leila sighed. “And I assume you expect me to act like the perfect doting wife?” Adrian turned, smirking. “Oh, darling—I expect you to convince them.” Her stomach twisted at the way he said it. Like he already knew she would. Like he already knew he was winning. She exhaled slowly. Fine. If this was how the game was played, she would play along.

Dora asked, but her husband didn't answer, as if he had tried telling her what was happening, Dora might have tried to cause a scene. Suddenly, the bride’s song was being played. Cathleen walked down the aisle with her head held high and a proud smile on her face. Despite being surrounded by guests in fancy attire, she stood out like a masterpiece in a room full of sketches. The strapless wedding dress hugged her slim frame perfectly, highlighting her alluring collarbones and curves. Every step she took exuded confidence and beauty, making it clear that she didn't need anyone to give her hand in marriage—she was already a masterpiece created by God.

Another drama queen client, obviously. “You know I love you,” she said, completely out of breath. “But leaving me with five hormonal Balinese brides was not in the job description.” I sank back into the seat. “We have a five-person team.” “Yeah, and not a single one of them knows how to handle a bride who wants to change the color of her roses five minutes before the aisle. If one more says she wants ‘an off-white that’s not too off,’ I swear—” “Breathe. And remember… you’re stronger than lace and human ego.”

I dug my nails into my palm, forcing myself to maintain a calm, professional expression. "Ms. Greenfield, do you have any other requests for the wedding?" Anna tilted her head, thought for a moment, then suddenly spoke up. "Oh, right. The entire floor has to be covered with imported cashmere carpets. My wedding dress is pure silk. My boyfriend bought it for me. It can't snag even a little. Money doesn't matter. My boyfriend has plenty of it." I almost laughed when I heard that. Victor. The poor student I had personally lifted up. The boy who once couldn't even scrape together five dollars, now a billionaire CEO. What took others twenty years to achieve, I helped him accomplish in just three.

Maria curtly cut him off, turning her back to Charles and closing her eyes. Charles watched her for a moment, then fetched a blanket and draped it over her. Maria didn't open her eyes or say a word. She simply lay there, waiting until Charles had tucked her in before pulling the blanket closer. She was indeed feeling a bit upset, but then she reminded herself that Charles and Mia were the real couple. She was just a stand-in for the bride. Besides, the swap with Mia was bound to happen soon. Charles was just trying to cultivate his relationship with his future wife.

She burst into tears and ran out, hands covering her face. Then I felt the heat of his breath by my ear. "Let's finish the wedding first. I'll explain everything later, okay?" With the nuisance out of the picture and me not quite in the mood to make a scene, the guests stayed quiet, and the ceremony moved along quickly. Not long after, I was in the bridal room, slapping the mattress hard with my palm. 'What the hell was that earlier? Was that supposed to be some kind of seductive act? Hmph. As if that would work on me.'

she left slamming the door. "Argh!" I yelled out in anger. My hands lost control as it messed up my desk. I sat down on the bed holding my head with my hands. All this was driving me crazy and there is nothing I could do about it. Elma's POV I stood in front of the church's double doors as my ears listened to the church bells. I was on my wedding gown, carrying a flower and a little silver crown on my well packed hair. Nina hired make up artists to do all my make up and hair. I looked different. I have never dreamt or even thought of how my wedding day would be so I was surprised about my look and the moment.

"Paternal grandfather." "Just relax and let your body relax." Mr. Harry encouraged. David nodded and he tried to calm down. Only ten minutes left until the ceremony begins. Someone said loudly. "The bride has arrived." David's heartbeat became faster. All eyes were on the beautiful woman walking toward the stage. Ella wears a white wedding dress with extremely attractive breasts, a small waist, and long slender skirts decorated with delicate gems, with every step she moves, they are sparkling. Therefore, her haughty and beautiful beauty is exalted even more.

she whispered. Richard folded his hands behind his back. "The guests don't know the bride personally. Most of them are business associates. The ceremony hasn't started, and the press hasn't seen her yet." He turned to Adrian. "The merger survives." Eva stared at him in disbelief. "You can't replace a bride like she's a missing decoration." "No," Richard replied calmly. "But we can replace a woman who has already chosen to leave." "I said no." Richard raised an eyebrow. "I wasn't asking you."