Julie Garwood The Wedding Novels & Stories

Then we round the next corner, and I hear it almost immediately—Ravel's Bolero—a special piece for me and Julian. A choked gasp escapes me. NO WAY! I was mind-blown. The red oak tree had been adorned and transformed into a stage, with Julian and an officiating officer in the middle. The small crowd of people dear to my heart are also present. Julian planned a surprise wedding for me? I can't believe I didn't know about this! Oh my god! I swear his eyes reddened upon seeing me. I look to the side and see Arthur and his wife waving at me, my mother-in-law bawling her eyes out, Betty too, though she was being comforted by her man.

I rip it open, pulling out a note: Dearest betrothed, It was so kind of you to see to all my pre-wedding grooming yesterday. What a stimulating and unexpected experience it was! I’ve decided to return the favor with a gift of my own—a little piece of my culture for your wedding day. I’m sure you’ll do me the honor of wearing this for our wedding ceremony. I’m afraid I couldn’t possibly say my vows without this reminder of home. Forever yours, Julia I can’t help snickering at her description of the spa. But my smile freezes on my face when I pull apart the tissue paper and see the tux she’s expecting me to wear.

Julia, Rosalyn's grandmother, took her hand and put it on Carl's palm. Then, she tried to shove a card between their hands as she said, "This is the wedding fund I've saved up for you. Now that you're finally marrying Carl, you can use it for whatever you need!" Rosalyn's tears were raining, and she was afraid to look Julia in the eyes. News of Carl's wedding must have spread everywhere, and even Julia would have seen it, but she simply presumed that Rosalyn was going to be the bride.

Valerie expressed, sitting down on her dressing chair. Maria popped the lollipop she was licking out of her mouth and pursed her lips, "I don't know… I feel like Gideon's family loves attention and drama. I was so glad that Gauri left that night, she was such a bore but she was trying to feel included. Typical college student," Valerie sighed and checked the clock in the room, "Where on earth is my assistant and my dress? The wedding is in thirty minutes!" "The wedding is literally less than a five minutes walk, she'll get here soon," Maria replied.

"See for yourself!" Evangeline glanced at the screen, her expression changing instantly. "Internationally renowned actress, Juliana Doyle, refuses to attend her wedding due to dissatisfaction with decorations." The accompanying photo showed Juliana in the dressing room, having smashed everything in sight. Her face was streaked with tears, demonstrating just how disappointed she was with the wedding. "There's already a storm brewing online. If you people keep failing to offer a solution and end up ruining the wedding, don't blame us for holding a press conference to denounce your studio!"

Everyone looked at the big screen and live-streamed what was happening in the wedding room prepared by the hotel. The screen displayed two bodies on a bright red bed. Tiffany and Julian were doing an unspeakable act! An uproar filled the hall as everyone stared with their eyes wide open. Nobody could believe what they were seeing! “Tiffany’s sleeping with Julian!” “Dear me! Tiffany is so coquettish in bed!” “Wait, what did she say? She asked Julian to marry Charmine so they’d get her assets?”

Two hours before the wedding, Luke showed up at the venue wearing a custom suit jacket that matched the groom's outfit. Juliet's tone sharpened with displeasure. "Why are you wearing that? I told you that if we want to keep this arrangement, Hugo can't find out anything! Change out of it now! And don't show up at the wedding today!" Luke appeared as if he had been wronged. He quickly grabbed her wrist. "Didn't you say you wanted to hit 100 spots with me? I just thought we could finish it at your wedding…"

The wedding day dawned bright and cheerful, with a fresh, crisp air that filled the lungs with joy. The scent of blooming flowers and newly cut grass wafted through the grounds, creating a sweet and inviting aroma. Who would have thought that Emily was going to be marrying the man she had mistakenly kissed at a bar when she was sober? Emily, resplendent in her stunning white wedding gown, beamed with happiness as she prepared to walk down the aisle. Her mother, seated in a wheelchair, smiled proudly, her eyes shining with tears of joy.

The walls were decorated with impressive paintings, sculptures, and abstract pieces each one more expensive than anything he had ever touched. At least this time, Julian didn’t have to worry about looking out of place in a shabby outfit. He was still dressed in the tailored suit he’d worn for his wedding to Scarlet earlier that day. As he walked in behind her, keeping a respectful distance, he couldn’t help but notice how much attention she drew. Heads turned as she passed, admiring glances following her every move. Some guests even paused their conversations to greet her, smiling with the kind of warmth reserved for those who mattered in this world.