Novel & Cerita My Sister's Wedding

He brushed his thumb across my cheek before pulling me in for a brief but sweet kiss on the lips. —------------------------- The wedding was this next Saturday so there was a lot occurring at the family house at the moment. The setup for the celebration was looking gorgeous and the weather was fairly comfortable so that the wedding shouldn’t run into any hiccups since it was being held outside. I was startled when I heard a door slam behind me. Turning, I see that my little sister was the culprit. “Azzie?” “I do not want to talk about it.” She hissed. I set my mug down and walked towards her causing her to sigh quietly. “It’s just that moron…Aidin…” I nodded, patting her shoulder gently.

“It has been a long day. If you’ll excuse me.” I shuffled out of dad’s office, wondering how I’m going to live with the guilt of fucking my sister’s soon to be husband. ******* Two weeks and I successfully avoided Xavier. I ignored him, walked opposite directions with him and made sure not to be alone with him. The last thing I need is my sister calling off her wedding because of it. I’ve tried to talk her out of the wedding, but it seems she loves him too much to let go. Today, she’s finally getting married. The wedding is taking place in our garden according to mum’s request.

" you really should let newly Weds have their weekend of bliss before you start interrupting sister" " You didn't invite me for your wedding..... Do you know how long I've been waiting for my big brother's wedding? And I wasn't even invited" she pouts. I am glad when he leaves my side to go to her. His overwhelming proximity had been messing with my brain, causing a foreign feeling in the pit of my stomach. "Well I am sorry baby sis...like I said everything was rushed" he murmured and patted her hair gently. That immediately seemed to pacify her because she was smiling and holding up two shopping bags.

"I knew you'd love it too! Oh, this wedding is going to be perfect." Back at the MacPherson mansion, the place was buzzing with activity. Carson's four sisters were all home for the wedding preparations. As Carson and Margaret walked in, they were greeted by a chorus of excited squeals. "There's the happy couple!" Carson's oldest sister called out. She was sprawled on the couch, flipping through a bridal magazine. Another sister jumped up to hug Margaret. "Did you find a venue? Tell us everything!" As Margaret launched into a detailed description of the hall, Carson tried to slip away. But his youngest sister caught his arm.

A wedding is supposed to be the greatest ritual for anyone, such a blissful ritual but for me it is nothing but a sham. I am marrying my sister's fiancee, the man I love with my whole heart but he does not love me back. I am donned in a beautiful custom-made white lace gown with real diamond adorned on the bodice in floral embroidery. It is one of those rare beautiful dress that was made by greyatest designer for the beautiful bride, and that bride was supposed to be my sister. My beautiful sister. Whom I-- I blinked back the tears that were forming in the back of my eyes, as my sister's smiling face flashed across behind my lids.

“What sister?” “You really aren’t going to look him up on G****e, are you?” Heather shook her head, amused. “Why would I?” “Well, Matteo Moretti’s younger sister got married this weekend. Friday was the engagement party, Saturday was the civil ceremony. The white wedding is next week in Iceland.” The words hit me like physical blows. He’d ditched his sister’s wedding. To spend the weekend with me. “And Matteo was completely absent,” Heather continued, oblivious to my internal crisis. “There’s been all kinds of speculation.”

I’m busy with work. I didn’t even realize he had followed me until I felt his shadow behind me. Joe’s arms wrapped around my waist, his face pressed into the curve of my neck, his breath brushing against my skin. “Emma and I grew up together,” he murmured. “She gets jealous whenever I talk about marriage. About the engagement… don’t take it to heart. It’s my mother—she insists Emma must become the Luna of the Smith family. But to me, she has always been my sister. You and I can still be together…”

Aliyana’s POV My sister’s wedding felt like a funeral instead of a celebration. There was no joy in these walls, only the faint scent of polished wood and flowers that couldn’t cover the overwhelming sense of doom in the air. My hands moved automatically, adjusting the angle of a vase, nodding to the servants carrying trays of lanterns, trying to ignore the knot in my stomach. “More to the left. Yes—stop there,” I instructed, my voice firmer than I felt.

I asked before I could stop myself. “I’m your sister-in-law,” she said. “You’re marrying my shitty husband’s younger brother, unfortunately.” I nodded, my eyes scanning the room for Jamie. “Thank you. When is the wedding going to start?” Her smile faded. “Oh, you didn’t know? This is your wedding. There’s no need for ring exchange or the rest as the groom isn’t present.” Her words hit me like a slap. “This is… it?” I asked quietly. “I just sit here?”

he said. I thought he just had a good memory. I forgot that he'd never once remembered I'm allergic to strawberries. His mother shot me a disapproving look. "Jennifer, a woman needs to be gracious about these things. You couldn't even produce a son. Lydia is carrying the McKinzie family's first grandson. "If it weren't for Harvey's kind heart—remembering all those years you've been together—by all rights, Lydia should be the first wife and you the second."