Romans & histoires I Object Wedding

The air buzzed with whispers and curiosity—everyone knew this marriage had come out of nowhere, and the tension was palpable. Isabella stood at the altar, her heart pounding in her chest. The white satin of her wedding gown shimmered under the chandeliers, and her hands trembled slightly as she clutched the bouquet. Felix stood beside her, looking as composed as ever in his sharp black tuxedo. His eyes were unreadable, but the way he held himself exuded a calm confidence that only made Isabella more anxious. The master of ceremonies, an elderly man with a kind smile, stepped forward. "Ladies and gentlemen, we have gathered here today to celebrate the union of Felix Kingston and Irene Swan. A

Gabi whined frustratedly, “Then, when are you going to make me your wife?” “Soon. At a church wedding. I already arranged for you to have me as your husband in Sta. Filomena. I want to give you a traditional wedding, my Gabi. I do know, how important the ceremony is for a woman. I will not rob you of the chance of becoming a bride.” “I see. So I have to wait for you in my bed when I step on the land. I thought you will wed me at the sea.” Gabi sighed, knowing that her future husband will not bend to his antiquated idea of love.

I wrap my arm around his trim waist and watch tearfully as Gideon slips the wedding band around Jade’s ring finger with a sweet kiss. After the ceremony, we all congregate to the banquet area, where another large canopy is set up over a dark, wooden dance floor. The place looks amazing with its white linen tables, flameless candles, gleaming wine flutes, white plate settings, and polished cutlery. In the center of each table, there’s a simple silver tray with peach and ivory peonies, a large rectangular table on the side laden with a feast, and a large peach and ivory wedding cake with a candy bowtie and an ivory candy peony on top. The warm Caribbean breeze rustles through the canopy, and t

LORETTA Celeste didn't know when to shut up “And to the right, you will notice the hand-laid Italian limestone statue of a cherub. There are only three of this craving in existence and this one right here—” she swept her hand over the odd-looking thing “—has been imported specifically for your upcoming wedding” Her smile bloomed Elion nodded absently, he was staring at the statue but not really seeing it. His mind was... occupied He had said nothing since the car.

Adrian froze, a frown pulling at his face before he followed me in. The wedding took place on a luxury yacht—grand, extravagant, and perfectly polished. However, he had forgotten I never cared about such things. As I stood on the deck in a white wedding gown, I could see the ocean stretching endlessly around us. Then, I heard the officiant ask, "Ms. Willow Lane, do you take Mr. Adrian Ashford to be your husband?" Adrian looked at me expectantly. I smiled genuinely, then I answered clearly, "I do not."

He asked her toying with the bracelet he had gifted her. "July seems good. Your schedules are flexible. We need to book the venue early though..." Though Pari never really spoke about the wedding preparations, she had already considered the details about it. "Those things can be taken care of " "What's your dream wedding plan? " She asked him as she stroked his slightly growing stubble. She knew it wouldn't really last long since Ian always preferred a clean shaven look. "Baby you can pick anything as long as my bride is you" Ian was ready to agree on her decisions.

I stood in the doorway and stared at it all, my stomach sinking. They'd started without me. They'd moved forward with everything, the wedding I'd refused, the marriage I'd said no to, and they were doing it at a speed that made my head spin. Margot looked up and saw me standing there. Her smile was bright and false. “Isla, darling, come look at these centerpiece options,” she said, gesturing me over like this was all perfectly normal. “We're thinking white roses with gold accents. Very elegant.” I didn't move.

the anchor of the event announces and the hall starts to quiet down. “I would like to invite Mr. kings and Mr. sawyer up here as per the tradition in silver city so that they can hold up the tray for their sons respectively while the bride and the groom take their position for the exchange of rings.” The anchor announces as my eyes search for Meelah that was so confident about doing what she can to put a stop to this wedding ceremony but she is moving towards my direction with my dad, clad in an olive green halter neck backless satin gown that complements her black hair that is styled into an updo.

He slipped the eternity wedding ring into my finger. I held his hand. “With this ring, I pledge to you, my love and my life.” I delightedly put the wedding band into his finger. “Should anyone present know of any reason that this couple should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace.” I looked at everyone, and they seemed happy and smiling when no one objected. But I couldn’t forever hold my peace because I had a secret I couldn’t carry anymore. “I-I—” I raised my hand. “I object.” Everyone gasped. I swallowed hard as I looked at our officiant. I just completely ruined my entire wedding.

They both walked out of the salon after thanking Richard. Soon they both were walking side by side, on the long corridors of the mall. "I have selected outfits for you. You can wear whatever you want to from them. Tomorrow you can finalise the wedding outfit from the ten outfits that I have selected. Also... I have appointed five guards who will guard you day and night, till we do not get married. Also.... take this...." Troy held out his hand, handing over a beautiful diamond studded apple I phone in her hand.