Novel & Cerita Bride To Be, Not Me

I was nothing short of hysterical to them. He couldn’t invite our colleagues from work. Who were all these people? “Cormac, tell them! Tell them I’m the one you’re marrying!” I beckoned to him. I turned to the congregation. “I’m the bride! I’m the one that’s supposed to be there! Me.” I gestured towards myself with crystalline eyes. “Cormac! Ava!” I whipped my face around to face them. Attempting to climb up once more the guards snatched me by the arms and moved back.

THE BRIDE OF THE CENTURY ••Luciana•• The mirror throws my reflection back at me like a joke I never agreed to. I asked firmly and clearly for something simple. A soft curl here, a light touch of makeup there. Something that said I’m present, not I’m the main attraction in a royal circus. Yet here I stand, looking like the bride of the century.

I am standing here in my room wearing a bridal dress, something I always imagined of doing. I always wanted to get married once I find my mate but what I never thought was that I would get married to someone who isn’t my mate and no it’s not what you think. I am not in love with him neither am I pregnant with his child, I am forced to take this decision because I don’t have another option. I can’t see my loved ones suffer, I can’t be selfish especially when they have loved me always and made sure I am happy.

“Come on, Bea. We are not going there for that asshole Debock. We are going to have fun and meet people. Gosh, I think my i***a is gonna crash. I’m going to make more followers on that day by sharing the live updates. This might just be the big break that I’m waiting for. Come on, Bea. No one in that family is going to get married again. This is like a lifetime opportunity. Well, except you choose to accept Debock’s offer.” “That’s not funny! And please stop with your sudden obsession to grow your social media account. I’m not going for any wedding so you better take your mind off it.” “What can I do to bribe you?” “I should probably end the call.” “No babe. Don’t shut me out. Please.” “If t

SOMETHING BORROWED: A bride must complete her outfit by wearing something that is not hers. Suggestions would be a tiara, hair clips, gloves, jewelry, and the list goes on and on. Astrid. My heart pounded in my chest. But I knew that I shouldn’t panic. This was Bryan! He was one of my best friends before we decided to become more than friends. I knew him. Once in his life, I loved him. And he loved me. He will never hurt me physically… or will he?

I keep my voice strong as I’m begging him to take my words seriously. He steps back the tiniest bit and waves his hand toward the door. I’m through the doorway when he begins to speak. “Charlie…” I turn around to face him. Facepalm. What the hell am I thinking? “Being my bride is not as bad as you think it would be.”

“They aren’t even calling it a wedding, Richard. A nuptial party, I think is how Reed phrased it.” “Whatever. They’re finally getting married.” I sighed. “You are so old-fashioned.” She patted my chest. “Who knew under the veneer of the modern, arrogant, forward-thinking man I married, you would one day fret over a piece of paper.” “It’s not a piece of paper,” I argued. “It’s a commitment.” She laughed. “No one could ever doubt Reed’s commitment to our daughter. It’s been Heather holding up the works. She said she never cared about getting married.”

Now I know this may be hard to understand And I know this might sound crazy And I know this may be hard to believe But what I'm trying to say is true I want to spend my whole life with you I want to make all your dreams come true So tell me what am I supposed to do 'cause I want to spend my whole life with you Now this time in my life I know what's wrong from right Gonna take this chance on our love And ask you to be my bride Now I know this may be hard to understand And I know this might sound crazy

“You’re mine, you just don’t know it. You love me, you just can’t show it. Maybe someday soon, you’re gonna see Baby, you were meant to marry me.” Bree finished, stood, put her guitar back on the stand and then walked down the stairs without even looking at anyone, she headed down the aisle, but she didn't stop at the second row. She kept walking--all the way down the aisle--and out the door.

He regards me again and adds, "And I advise you to watch your language from now on, mi eposa. I have zero tolerance for brats." This makes me even angrier. I should be terrified of him, but I’m long past that. All I want right now is to leave this place. To return to Los Angeles. Why the hell is he telling me I can’t? Come to think of it, I was never meant to be his bride. My sister was. Maybe I should remind him of that. Gathering my wits, I say more calmly, hoping he’ll actually listen this time, "I’m not a brat and I’m most definitely not your ‘mi eposa.’ This is all a misunderstanding. I mean this marriage."