I Object Wedding の小説・ストーリー

Ivana is a young billionaire, and her management had invited a few media houses to cover the wedding for the gossip columns. Lily retouched the makeup on her face before they joined the flower girls’ procession. Then the main door opened Sammy opened his mouth as he stared at his beautiful bride, dressed in a no hands fitting wedding gown, with her flower crown matching her golden necklace with the soft background music of a rendition of Ed Sheeran’s Perfect. Ivana emotionally enters and hugs her mother and brother first then they hand her over to Sammy as he walks her bride to the altar, he says, “This is it love, the start of our lives together,” they smiled at each other as they mount the

She pulled away. Isla narrowed her eyes, giving her a scrutinizing gaze that lasted only a second before a faint smile curved her lips. Priya mirrored the smile and nodded. "Call me," Isla muttered before stepping back and leaving the family haveli. The wedding was to take place in an extravagant hall. Garlands of marigolds and white jasmine draped the carved pillars, their fragrance mingling with the soft curls of incense in the air. Golden silk fabric hung from the ceiling, catching the hall’s golden light.

And we're going to hold the wedding in the middle of the garden with a lake view. Something old - my mom's veil. Her marriage with dad lasted until the end of their life. They were a busy couple. But I know they loved each other so dearly. And I hope I can have the same things as Gabriel. The veil looked a bit out of place with all the extravagant things I'm wearing today, but it reminds me where I came from. I am Isabella, from a small town called Oakwood Town. Even though I'm going to be the wife of a billionaire, I will always be the same Isabella. Something new - the ridiculously expensive necklace I'm wearing now is a wedding gift from Gabriel. Behind it is engraved with 'Trust in you".

He nods at me. "I did, but it didn't feel real, and to be honest. I am not overly fond of it, this one though I think is beautiful and suits you." I nod, it is, my finger trailing along the stainless steel that alternates between silver and blue, with a padlock at the end. "Let's do it at the wedding". He smiles hugging me, his phone ringing; he glances down considering ignoring it, I watch as he slides it across and ignores it.

The weight of my new title settled upon me with a sense of pride and responsibility. The preparations for the wedding ceremony were a collaborative effort. The pack members worked tirelessly, each assigned specific tasks to ensure that everything was perfect. Some were in charge of the decorations, adorning the hall with elegant drapes, twinkling lights, and floral arrangements that exuded both beauty and symbolism. Others focused on organizing the seating arrangements and ensuring that every guest would feel welcome and comfortable. Tyler had promised not to make the wedding known to everyone but would make it memorable for us.

"No, thank you." *** I went back to my room and immediately flopped down on the bed. Still, I wore the peach-colored dress to the gala dinner earlier. All night my fingers and eyes were busy scanning the screen of my new phone, trying to find out everything about their wedding. About Alarick and Velove's upcoming wedding. The news in online magazines kept talking about how spectacular their wedding would be, from expensive diamond-encrusted wedding gowns to rings made of costly and rare gemstones.

Iris said to me and I was immediately confused. “It's not a real wedding, why go through all the fuss? One dress would be fine and I haven't started wearing the things you had stuffed in my wardrobe. I'll just pick something white from there, there's no need for a new gown," I said to Iris who got to his feet and leaned over me. My breath was immediately caught in my throat, what was he doing right now? “Whether the wedding is real or not, there is an image that has to be protected. Not to mention, some people have to be really pained by this ceremony,” Iris said to me and I found myself inhaling large gulps of his scent instead of responding.

SOMETHING NEW: Brides are supposed to wear something—anything—new during the wedding ceremony. It can be as small as a trinket, jewelry, an undergarment, or the gown itself. Astrid. I met up with my friends at Starbucks. “So, because Ryder forgot about you, we all have to be sober now?” Dannie asked. I knew what he meant. Since Ryder forgot about me, I had been steering clear of Oil Rig and Rig Style. It was too painful for me to go there. The sweetest guy I’d known didn’t want anything to do with me and looked down at me as if I was the biggest gold-digging slut on the face of the Earth.

"I want you to have the most exquisite gown that money can buy." Carmen blushed, her heart fluttering at his words. "And I want you to look dashing in a tailored tuxedo that matches the elegance of the event." Their laughter filled the room as they exchanged playful banter, discussing every detail from the color scheme to the choice of music. Their wedding was to be a grand affair, with no expense spared. The penthouse transformed into a bustling hub of creativity, with designers, decorators, and caterers working tirelessly to bring their vision to life.

The list of wedding essentials grew shorter as they found the perfect shoes (strappy silver sandals with just enough height to keep the dress from dragging), jewelry (simple diamond studs to complement but not compete with Liam's necklace), and a variety of other necessities. By late afternoon, they found themselves in an upscale lingerie boutique, where Isla was selecting several delicate pieces for both the wedding night and the honeymoon that would follow. Miranda and Taylor had settled onto a comfortable couch in the waiting area, sipping complimentary cucumber water and flipping through magazines while Isla tried on what felt like the hundredth item of the day. Just as she was examining