Novel & Cerita Bride To Be, Not Me

I was supposed to be the bridesmaid, not the bride. I was supposed to be blend in the shadows, not be the centre of attention. I was supposed to greet certain limited people then keep to myself, not stand beside the bridegroom and greet every one of them. I had been pitying my sister for her fate but look at me now. As if, fate decided to unleash its wrath on me.

It is true what they say that everything that you have done in your life has lead up to this very moment, this very hour, this very minute. But everything else except Becca and me has now seized to exist, for, in less than a few minutes, she shall appear around the corner at the altar, and I shall set sight on my bride. And I do know that the ladies would have gone to such lengths to present me with not only the woman of my dreams but one that fairytales are made of. Then the time has come; I close my eyes for a brief second, "You can do this."

Boards restructured and Futures priced in. There was no option to cancel. Only damage control and I was damage control! I didn’t argue. I didn’t cry either, I just nodded and accepted the cruel joke life has decided to play on me. Mama tells me I need to be the bride, which means wearing the wedding dress but there was no way I would wear the gown she had used to taunt me. So I walked down the aisle in my bridesmaid dress instead, every step feeling unreal, like I was watching someone else’s nightmare unfold from a distance.

Cum is leaking into my panties with every step, five men’s worth of evidence that I’m not the innocent bride I’m supposed to be. Tomorrow I’ll walk down the aisle in white. Tomorrow I’ll say “I do” to a man who doesn’t deserve me. Tomorrow I’ll start the countdown to the most satisfying divorce in history. But tonight? Tonight I was a bride who said yes to everything. And I’ve never felt more free.

‎ ‎But they were wrong if they thought I’d stay blind. ‎ ‎Because I wasn’t a princess in a glass tower. ‎ ‎I was a Morretti bride-to-be. ‎ ‎And I was going to find out everything—with or without their help. ‎ ‎

Smiled. “Instead,” he said, stepping back, “I’ve asked someone else to be my bride.” My knees nearly gave way but I stood still, every cell in my body screaming. Out of the crowd, she stepped forward. Clarissa. My sister. Wearing my dress. "Liam," I breathed. "What are you doing?" He didn’t answer me. He extended his hand, to her. “Clarissa, love, come here.” 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.

She grumbled, getting irritated by my behavior. "Mabel. So, when do I get to be your bridesmaid? Umm?" I clapped my hands happily, totally ignoring what she said earlier, while enjoying her current mood. "You're enjoying my situation aren't you?" She questioned her with a sad face. She said as her eyes locked onto mine. "Sorry, don't be offended." I apologized. "Rose, I need your help," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I can't marry him. I can't spend my life with someone who I barely know, our marriage will never work. I'm not sure how I'm going to save myself from that jerk," I explained.

“Not long now and you will be Mrs. Brett Williams. I have gotten the perfect toast prepared for the reception. Oh, don’t forget to throw the bouquet at me. Okay.” I giggle and shake my head. “I will not throw you the bouquet. You can stand alongside all the other eligible women and fight for it just like everyone else.” She pouts and nudges my arm again. “I need all the luck I can get to find someone like Brett. Just help me get it this time. Please.” Once again, I shake my head. I open my mouth to protest when the organ plays and the doors open. I push her back in front of me as the first bride’s maid walks through the door.

I said my parents were just shocked. " I can't spend life with some stupid girl. I wanted a perfect bride. Who has to be beautiful, attractive, well educated, independent, witty intelligent, a bit aggressive yet kind and caring. Well, a long list of qualities. I know, but I wanted a perfect bride if I ever settle down." I was so angry that I don't even remember what I said. I didn't even mean all that. I just wanted my mom to leave that crazy idea of me getting married to her.

I could only force down the discomfort I felt and thank them in stiff tones, even though the only thought running through my mind then was how much I wanted to be standing here with Susanna instead. Elena's father walked her down the aisle, their pace slow and measured. Diamonds adorned the snow-white wedding dress she wore, and the tiara atop her head sparkled brilliantly. I was well aware that I should be stepping forward to accept my "bride", but it was as though my feet had turned to lead, pinning me in place. All the while, my gaze was focused on a spot somewhere in the distance—in the direction of the villa where Susanna and I lived.