Novel & Cerita Last Minute Bride

Lucinda and Charlotte both squealed and took out their phones to record this once-in-a-lifetime moment that wouldn't ever happen again if I had any say in it. Stepping up close to me, he ran a finger up my throat and chin. The caress was gentle, but it left an unfamiliar fire in its wake. "We don't have a chair. Will that be a problem?" He turned to look at the soon-to-be bride. "No! No, it won't be." She replied excitedly, and a bit too loudly.

I challenged confidently. "I can tell that you are very razz and you can do anything for money, so let's do this. I don't have a bride for my wedding day, so how about I pay you to be my substitute Bride for a period of one year. It's going to be a win win situation, you get the money you are desperately looking for and I get married on the 28th as planned, what do you say?

The Wedding Day The cab pulled up to Elysian Grand Hall, the place already buzzing with flashing cameras and murmurs. I stepped out in a deep green dress that hugged my body just right, a silk scarf over my hair, and large sunglasses covering most of my face. Calm on the outside. Boiling inside. Two security guards stopped me at the entrance. “Invitation?” one asked. “I’m the bride’s sister,” I said, holding up an old photo of me, Emily, and Vivian at a gala. “Family.” They exchanged looks. One raised a brow, clearly not expecting that. The other studied the picture, then gave a nod, “Go ahead.”

“What can we do?” The scene before us changes until I see the castle in one of our lifetimes. We stand on the edge, staring at the valley under the bridge. This castle was built into a cliff side, with the bridge going over something that looks more like a canyon than a valley to me. Valeria stands beside me, once again her hand in mine as we watch the invaders coming. At least our backs are protected and we can see them coming head on. “This is it, my love,” she whispers. “They’re coming for us. Our midnight is coming.”

Though, if you fancy, you're welcome to crash here every now and then. Fuming, I ended the call and instructed the butler to put the house on the market. On the wedding day, I waited at the hotel's entrance, anticipating Larissa's arrival in her bridal car. That was when Holly showed up, clad in a bridal gown, her face twisted with scorn. Murmurs spread through the crowd. "Isn't the bride supposed to be from the Smith family?" "She's not, and the Yates family didn't even invite them. What's she doing here?"

Elena said softly, “she came to see me the night before the wedding.” Vincent finally turned his head. “She came to the bridal shop. That was the last time I saw her. She had lost a lot of weight and was wearing a convenience store uniform. She stood at the entrance but didn’t come in. She said the wedding dress was beautiful and that I would look good in it.”

True, the man could be terrifying and would probably do a deep background check on whoever he chose; he would be psychotic enough to do so. He reached for the contract as his Grandfather handed it to him, flipping it to the next page and seeing the terms of the marriage. He only had six months to find a bride and marry her! Also, she would be given a polygraph test along with a pelvic exam from an OBGYN of his choosing in order to qualify! Was his Grandfather insane? There was more to the contract, but all the words started to blur together. Todd was either having a panic attack or he was about to lose it and punch his Grandfather in the face. Either way, he had to get out of there. He stood

Please let the answer be no. The cathedral doors opened behind us. The room shifted. Everyone turned. My sister appeared at the end of the aisle on my father’s arm, radiant in ivory silk and cathedral-length lace. Celeste Hartwell had been preparing for this wedding since she was seventeen. She looked luminous. She looked happy. She looked like someone about to receive everything she'd ever wanted. The organ swelled as she began walking down the aisle. Adrian Swift turned toward her. He smiled. He watched her approach.

“You must be exhausted. The final week is always the most difficult. But just know, when it’s over, and you walk down that aisle, every second will feel worth it.” I nodded, unsure if I believed her. Mr. Delwunco raised his glass. “To the bride,” he said, his tone cool, polished. “May she wear our name with grace.” “To Lia,” Ruben echoed, his voice quieter, eyes on me. And then just as dessert was being served Mrs. Delwunco clapped her hands gently, and a staff member stepped forward carrying a black velvet box. Everyone turned. “This,” she said with a gleam in her eye, “is something I’ve been saving.”

The flowers were perfect. That was the only thing going right. I had been awake since four in the morning making sure that the roses with just enough blush to look romantic without being loud, greenery that didn't overpower, ribbon tied the way Vivienne had shown me three times on a YouTube video she'd sent at midnight. Everything was perfect. The bride just wasn't here. Her text came at 6:47 a.m. "I'm sorry, Aria. I can't do it. Don't hate me. Please don't hate me."