Mormon Temple Wedding Clothes

After falling head over heels for Joe Smith for three years, I finally got the proposal I had been waiting for. However, on the day of our wedding, he did not show up until the wee hours of the morning. When I found him, Joe was drinking happily with a young girl in his arms. “I’m already tired of her clinginess. She’s a joke. Who else would want her?” Much later, he made me a wedding ring and proposed with my favorite jasmine flowers. But a muscular man opened the door instead. The man had two scratch marks on his neck and smirked at the disheveled Joe. “Isn’t it a bit too shameless of you to propose to a married woman?”

Fun was her last name not until her father's tricky call made her return immediately and find out she's getting married. Andrea tied up to the wedding she didn't want and worst she was engaged to the man that caused her day worse than ever. The ultimate playboy and a spoiled brat were tied to the marriage as their punishment, two different people forced to live in the same roof that caused their life to turn upside down and patch up together. Will Andrea be able to stop the wedding just to save her freedom? What if living with the ultimate playboy is the worst experience she could have? But what if they both fell into their parents' trap? Will Andrea become his sweet karma that will change his playboy side?

“Take it off,” Nelvan said. Linda gripped her own shirt in fear, “Do I have to undress in front of you?” she asked. “Then do you want me to take it off?” said Nelvan angrily. ___ 2 hours before their wedding, a couple who were going to live happily ever after ran aground seconds before the wedding vows. The bride's betrayal made Nelvan hate women, so to vent his anger, Nelvan asked several maids to serve him. However, none could last more than a week to serve the abusive Nelvan. Until one day there was a maid who tried to be patient in order to continue her younger brother's schooling. So, can the Maid survive Nelvan's arrogant and violent attitude?

When D.C. lawyer Hannah McCrae heads home for her brother’s wedding, she’s dragging a lot of baggage along with her—and she doesn’t mean suitcases. Betrayed personally, and humiliated professionally, the last thing she wants is a new man. That’s fine with square-jawed, rugged contractor Calder Blue. He and Hannah may be wildly attracted to one another, but all he wants is to build the town’s hotly contested new yacht club and mend a centuries-old family feud. Yet thanks to resentments old and new, day after day the pair wind up tangled in each other’s business—and maybe soon in each other’s arms. Every bride needs something “blue”… Includes a delicious wedding cake recipe!

Aria could never imagine herself walking down the aisle, flashing a smile, and wearing a beautiful white wedding dress. Never had ever crossed her mind to get married. She's sure and knew it better than anyone. As cliché as it is, Aria's meant to marry the son of her mother's best friend, Ashton. Aside from the fear of commitment, she also doesn't want to be with someone she doesn't even love. After all, she is just a woman who never experienced true love before. Months passed when the preparation for her wedding came. She met Easton, a famous fashion designer in the Philippines. As Easton was taking measures for her gown, he accidentally clasped her two little mountains resulting for Aria to act instinctively and greeting him with a powerful uppercut that made his nose bleed with ketchup. There's no doubt that their expected first encounter was a total disaster. The day of her wedding came, and she finally decided to run away before she could even set foot in the sacred church and taint her soul. At that time, all that she could think of was to run and before she knew it, she finally arrived at her desired destination. . . unknowingly at Easton's wounded heart.

I loved my stepbrother, Simon Rossi, the Don, for ten years. When he got poisoned one day, I offered myself to him and ended up pregnant. He smoked half a packet of cigarettes before saying, “I’ll take responsibility for this.” However, his first love, Camillia, claimed that she had an asthma attack on our wedding day. I begged Simon to wait until our ceremony was over before going to her. Unfortunately, Camillia escaped the hospital and died on her way to find him. Prior to her death, she called Simon 99 times. But he did not answer even once because of our wedding ceremony. When I found out, I felt terrible. Yet, Simon was exceptionally calm. After our wedding, my health deteriorated exponentially, and I bled heavily during childbirth. Just as I was about to die, I heard the doctor sigh softly. “Mr. Rossi, you’re ruthless. The poison you gave your wife has seeped into her bones. The baby can’t be saved either.” “Camillia suffered the same pain before her death.” When I opened my eyes again, I had gone back to the night before everything happened.

My wedding would be perfect if Sean Ackles had never be around. Sean is the meanest man I've ever meet. Until one day, he ruined my life with Harvey Ackles, his own brother.

Although the Supreme returns in order to pass his days peacefully, he was belittled by everyone. On his wedding day, with a wave of his arm, he summoned the Nine Great Gods of War to him, who addressed him as their master…

Juliette gave up on her dream of ever gaining Michael's notice the day the senator's daughter, Aria, came into the picture. She'd do anything for the ruthless and sometimes cruel Michael. Even three years later, when he hires her to plan his wedding to Aria. Aria has always been jealous of and hated Juliette. When things start going wrong with the wedding plans, it's Juliette who gets blamed for Aria's tampering. Juliette foolishly allowed Michael to create the contract for the event. When Aria skips out on the wedding. Juliette is forced to be the bride because of a clause in the contract. A five-year contract marriage to the man of her dreams becomes a nightmare when he promises to make her pay for destroying his wedding and reputation. Never mind that Aria ran away on her own or canceled all of Juliette's arrangements. It's Juliette who loses her business and becomes trapped in a loveless marriage. On her third wedding anniversary, the only present Michael ever gave her was divorce papers. Now what will she do when she finds Aria has taken her place? Michael learned early in life, women want money and not the men behind the money. He’s always got an alternate plan, and a five year plan for his future. Blind by anger and the need to lash out, he uses Juliette as a backup bride to pin her down and unleash his revenge upon. It’s only for five years after all. It’s a trial run marriage. Who the bride is doesn’t matter. Will Michael finally learn from his mistakes? Is it too late? What about Leon, Michael's best friend, and who stole Aria from Michael? Can they sort this out before it's too late? Cover by Graziana (@gm_bookcover_design)

On the day that was supposed to be my wedding—the bride wasn’t me. The ceremony I’d waited for five years for turned into a joke when Valentina, my sister, walked down the marble aisle in a white wedding dress. Her arm was linked with Luca’s — the man who was supposed to be waiting for me at the altar. “I’m sorry, Bianca,” she said softly. “But you are no longer the bride today.” Then she touched her stomach, eyes gleaming with triumph. “I’m pregnant with Don Romano’s child.” Her words detonated inside my skull, and the whole world went silent. As if afraid I wouldn’t believe her, she lifted something glossy up towards the light. A black-and-white ultrasound image. It read clearly: Gestational age — 12 weeks. My eyes burned, tears stinging as I turned to Luca, desperately searching for anything—a denial, an explanation, regret. Instead, he only sighed, weary and resigned. “Bianca, I’m sorry.” he said helplessly. “Valentina doesn’t have much time left. This wedding… it was her last wish.” “I’ll make it up to you,” he added. “We can have another wedding later.” My father, Moretti, stood behind him, wearing the same stern expression he’d worn my entire life. I have never seen him smile at me, not even once. “Bianca,” he said sharply, “Your sister is dying. Let her have this.” My brother nodded without saying a single word, as if that was enough to be a solid answer. All my life, they had chosen her—her tears, her whims, her needs—over mine. Today was no different. Something inside me quietly cracked. Fine. If no one in this family cares about me, I’ll leave.