A Flair For The Dramatic Bride Novels & Stories

echoed through the gilded hall. The church door opened slowly and ceremoniously. The spotlight pooled on the bride's silhouette. It illuminated Maddison and me. I gritted my teeth as the pain in my chest grew. I could hear the crowd whisper. "Wait, what's going on? Isn't the bride supposed to be Taylor Jones? Why is Maddison the one in it?" "Did they confuse who the bride should be?" "The bride's become the bridesmaid! Is this a prank?!" I forced myself to weather the humiliation and led Maddison to the stage.

The ceiling of the Dark Fang pack’s great hall shines with a thousand lights, illuminating the hall with warmth, the ambience ethereal, smelling and showing luxury with the perfect designs used in its decoration for the biggest event the pack has had in over a decade, the Alpha’s wedding. Flora, the Alpha’s bride stares at the a gigantic arch on the altar, decorated by her most favourite flowers and a trickle of tears run down her eyes, she smiles sadly, her heart clenching in pain as she turns her attention to the walls mounted full stretch by led TVs displaying beautiful pre-wedding pictures of her and Alpha Adrian.

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"

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.”

“Miss Christine sure is delusional. Mr. Vincent is the Godfather of the Medici family. He’s worth billions. In New York, anyone with status treats him with the utmost respect.” “Isn’t he getting married to his fiancée in five days? And she’s saying he’s the love of her life? Does he even know who she is? Every Cinderella dreams of marrying into wealth, but not just anyone off the streets can be the Godfather’s woman.” I walked out of the hospital and, in a daze, got onto the subway. At that moment, my phone vibrated. When I checked it, I saw that Elena had sent several photos in a row. They were wedding photos of her and Vincent, taken in Central Park. The wedding dress she wore was the same

“We did agree to faking our romance in the public eye, didn't we? We have to make her believe we're trying, even when we know we're not. So long as she thinks we're trying our best to be together, she'll leave us alone. I'm not the first of my siblings to get married, and I've seen the way my brothers handled their marriages around her. If she gets a hint that we're not trying, she'll come up with all kinds of schemes, and we won't like them one bit. You only know Grandmother Willow as the sweet, calm old lady she pretends to be in front of you, but she's a tigress. Age has made her more clever than ever. I love her, but I have to say the truth.” Elena scoffed, rising to her feet. She looked

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.'