Bride Precious Moments Novels & Stories

"Alright, then. We'll have the family host your wedding in three days." With that settled, I turned to Larissa, took her hand, and said, "Come on. Let's get you some jewelry." She just laughed, clueless but happy to follow my lead. However, the moment we stepped into the upscale boutique, my eyes landed on the trio swooning around Jack Ferguson. Holly was slipping a diamond bracelet onto his wrist, Wren Gibson crouched down to tie his shoes, and Tracy Stewart, black card in hand, was all set to foot the bill.

“Bride to Be” is printed in sparkling font on Scarlett’s bright white sash. Although she’s already had numerous bridal showers and even a bachelorette party, Sheila, Scarlett’s older sister, decided we all needed girl-time tonight. She also decided that the best place to do that would be down the street from where the guys are holding Kurt's bachelor party.

“When you were born, Dad and Marco loved you. Too much. They swore you’d be their little princess.” “I didn’t allow it.” Her eyes glittered with madness. “I’m the princess of this family. You were a threat.” “So I pulled out Mom’s oxygen tube after her surgery.” “I made them think she died because of you.” My knees nearly buckled. “What…?” “You… you killed Mom?” “She was innocent!” “So?” Valentina shrugged. “And I’ll take the rest of your life too.” “Today’s wedding is only the beginning.” “I’ll show you what real despair tastes like.”

"The bride's dressing room has a small memory table with family photographs." Nora nodded. "I saw it yesterday." "Could you take detailed pictures before guests arrive? It's one of the most personal parts of the wedding." "I'll do it now." The bridal suite occupied the quietest corner of the venue. Unlike the lively corridors outside, the room felt peaceful, almost sacred. Sunlight poured through tall windows dressed with sheer white curtains, illuminating elegant gowns hanging neatly against one wall. Fresh white roses filled crystal vases, their fragrance subtle but unmistakable.

She thought she was too cold to her all the time. “Your father has a message for you. Although, It will benefit me if you didn't come.” Then she just hung up the call. Camille began to call back but abruptly paused when she heard the whispering behind the door. She’s still asleep. You will meet her when she is awake-“ “Just a little glance.” A woman begged. “My grandson is getting married!” She chirped giggling loudly.

The flowers were perfect. That was the only thing going right. I had been awake since four in the morning making sure that the roses with just enough blush to look romantic without being loud, greenery that didn't overpower, ribbon tied the way Vivienne had shown me three times on a YouTube video she'd sent at midnight. Everything was perfect. The bride just wasn't here. Her text came at 6:47 a.m. "I'm sorry, Aria. I can't do it. Don't hate me. Please don't hate me."

Decorations adorned the area, white flowers and delicate drapery lending an ethereal charm to the natural beauty of the setting. My heart swelled with gratitude for everyone who had worked tirelessly to make this day perfect. As I peered over the edge of the cliff, my pulse quickened. My bridesmaids giggled and fussed over their dresses, and my eyes met those of my best friend, Beta Bridgette. She shot me a reassuring smile as I shifted on my heel away from the cliff, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. We had shared so much over the months. Now, she was here to witness the most important moment of my life.

She had a large diamond-and-silver wedding band on her left hand, along with even more expensive-looking jewelry, making it all too obvious how much she liked to show off her wealth. “Mrs. Feinstein, it’s nice to see you again. I am sorry I did not stop by. I am kind of in a hurry to get back to school and was hoping it would just be mailed, and I could call you about it another time,” Amelia replied, trying to hold back the sarcasm in her voice. Mrs. Feinstein’s perfectly sculpted brows knitted together in judgment, her lips pressed into a thin line. She had a large packet in her hand and handed it to Amelia, just as she saw her aunt coming around the corner in a wheelchair.

At that moment, as the sun streamed through the stained glass windows, casting a golden glow upon us, I knew that our love was a beacon of hope and light, guiding us through the journey of life as one. I couldn't help but steal glances at Gabby, my heart swelling with affection and admiration for the woman who stood beside me. Her eyes, shimmering with unshed tears, mirrored my own emotions, reflecting the magnitude of the moment we were sharing. The presence of the camera crew, capturing every moment of our special day, added an element of surrealism to the proceedings. Despite the spotlight shining on us, Gabby and I remained focused on each other, oblivious to the world around us as we ex

Her fingers loosen slightly around the bouquet as she lifts her eyes to mine again. There it is. That same uncertain look. Almost like she’s waiting for something. My hand moves to her waist. Her breath catches the moment I touch her. The reaction is small, but unmistakable. Interesting. I pull her slightly closer. Just enough to make the moment believable for the cameras. Flashes are already going off from different corners of the cathedral. To everyone watching, we probably look perfect. The powerful billionaire,the elegant young bride. A union between two influential families. A fairytale ending.