Bride To Be, Not Me Novels & Stories

2: Don’t Marry Him . “One week,” Maya said, dragging me into the bridal store. “One week to forever.” “Or one week to my funeral,” I muttered. She laughed. “Drama queen.” We walked into the store my step mother had handpicked yet she was not present , I know she wasn’t my biological mother but she was still the mother of the bride , my bridal dress fitting was important but here I was , It was just me and Maya …Even Tommy wasn’t here .

Be careful not to ruin your makeup or hair. Against my skin, the silk felt like water. The fit is perfect. Exactly as I remembered. I stepped out. Looked in the full-length mirror. And started crying. "No crying!" Sophie picked up some tissues. "You'll ruin your makeup!" "I'm unable to stop it. I simply—I look like a bride. A true bride. With a whisper, Catherine replied, "You are a true bride." "Getting married to a man who loves you." Who picked you? Who earned your respect?

As I step out of the dressing room, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I look like a bride. The thought makes my heart twist. I hear the soft rustle of fabric as Breonna steps out of her dressing room. She’s in a dress too, something simpler but just as beautiful. She grins at me. “So, what do you think?” “I think I look like a bride,” I say. Breonna smirks. “Remember what you told me last night? About wanting a beach wedding?” I nod. “Yeah…” “Well,” she trails off, “let’s make that happen.”

Behind them, through the thin chapel walls, Temi could hear the low murmur of guests settling into their seats, the quiet, expectant hush of a room waiting for a wedding to begin, utterly unaware that the bride at its center had just gone completely still, staring at her own reflection in the mirror, trying to decide whether walking outside to face her best friend right now was the bravest thing she could do or the worst possible mistake of the entire week. "Temi." Pri's voice was careful, gentle in a way it rarely was. "You don't have to see her. Not right now. Not if you're not ready." "I know," Temi said quietly, still staring at her own reflection, at the woman in the ivory dress who bar

I didn't want to go on her sexy curvy figure because it was already perfect. My bride was perfect and I was glad that I didn't reject her in the first place. I liked the way she was eating her food without thinking of being fat because humans nowadays kept cutting their food for looks which made them thin like a stick. . 'Cade', My father's angry voice roared in my ear. I sighed, realizing that he figured out that I was with my human bride. I had to talk with him and share my decision with him. .

"The bride, ahh yes. What is your name? Why is there a man here?" "Oh, me?" Becket inquired as he put his hand on his chest. "I'm Becket Petersen, the groom-to-be." "Why are you here then? It's bad luck to see the bride in her wedding dress before the wedding." Sarahfran voiced out as she moved closer to Beck who was still sitting on the chair. "My fiance doesn't believe in that and neither do I," Beck remarked as he started to cross his legs. "Hmm..." Sarahfran pivoted around and walked toward Lucky and Cherokee who was still in the tight-fitting gown. "Now the bride,"

she said softly, her tone shifting as if to comfort a scared child, “you’re going to be the most beautiful bride. And don’t forget, your father and I have planned everything so you won’t have to worry about a thing. It’s all set—the venue, the menu, even a special performance by that famous string quartet you love.” I closed my eyes for a moment, the vivid images of what was supposed to be a perfect wedding day clashing with the dark reality I faced. “I’m not sure I deserve it, Mom,” I murmured, my voice breaking. “Everything feels so… forced. Like I’m trapped in a script I never wrote.”

"We've already broken up. What are you doing here?" He looked at me with a forced smile. "I've been looking for you for days. Is that the first thing you want to say to me now that we're reunited? Besides, I didn't agree to the breakup. You can't selfishly decide what happens to our relationship, Minerva. We were about to get married, weren't we?" I looked at him icily. "That was just playing house at a pizzeria, not a wedding." Harold laughed in relief when he heard that. "Was that what's been bothering you? You're throwing a tantrum because you're not happy with the wedding! Fine, then. We can prepare for another one.

“I heard you, Henry. You're whining about your incapability to control the growing number of people on the street, demanding you to show yourself in public.” “You know perfectly well that I am capable.” Said Henry hotly. “The rule prevents me from claiming my place.” “You know how to claim your place, and still you can’t. That’s incapable.” Replied Andrew calmly. His eyes occasionally glanced at his phone. Henry knew Andrew was right. The rule dictated the crown prince had to be matured in age and married when he claimed the title. He was mature, okay. It turned out, in a modern day like today, marriage wasn’t an easy thing to do.

Despite feeling ill, I had been running around. However, she did not seem to care if I was uncomfortable or tired. It would be rather humiliating to be abandoned at a wedding and have to face it alone. “Aren’t you going to ask me how to handle the part after this?” Bridget took it all for granted. “You weren’t born yesterday, and you aren’t a pampered young heir like Vernon either. You’re a veteran in the workplace. I know you can handle something like this.” “Bridget, don’t be so mean. Be nice to him.” Vernon opened his mouth to persuade her. Then, he looked straight at me with pity.