Novel & Cerita My Sister's Wedding

~Aurora’s Point of View~ “Stop moving or you’ll get stabbed,” Elena shouts, as she puts the finishing touches on my dress. My eyes fall down over the ball of white fluff, so big I can’t even see my feet. Today is my sister’s wedding and mating ceremony, and it should fill me with nothing but joy and happiness.

For a week I stayed inside distancing myself from the preparation for the wedding. I was able to pull this through with the help of our kind family doctor. Finally, it drew to a close. Chad officially married my sister within a week of the engagement. I was informed that they appeared blissful during the festivities. And then it dawned on me—I was the root of the problem all along. My initial animosity towards Chad and my treacherous actions towards my sister made me realize that I was the source of all the issues. I had come so close to ruining my sister's life. Thus, I decided to leave and distance myself.

"I am here to support you, Claudia, and that day I will be by your side" It was an incredible afternoon, Eva always knows how to give me encouragement, now I can go ahead with this wedding, my parents can't do it. with this wedding, my parents can't find out, I don't want to disappoint them. When I got home, my sister was already there. "Until I see you, Pilar, lately you are almost not at home." "Sis I have a wedding to plan, I am very busy, no doubt it will be a great event. There are many details, you understand me too, you will soon get married".

I didn't know what it was, but all I could do was finish the rest when it was safe for Gallena to leave. "Stop looking at Louis like you want to crush his head." Elena's whisper made me blink. I realized I didn't even know I had that kind of expression for him, and then I looked in the other direction. At the bride and groom who were greeting the guests. Today's sunny afternoon in the middle of winter was the wedding of Matthew Kanne, the wealthy American bachelor, and Nicholas' younger sister, Ficanzi de Sanctis, who must have changed to Ficanzi Kanne.

This wedding was as intricate as the British royal wedding. "My sister's getting married!" Lane clapped and drew me into a hug. "Yeah," I said, pulling my hair up into a messy updo before putting on my tiara. "Van is so lucky that you're marrying him," Lane said, rolling my eyes. "Are the twins ready to walk down the aisle with the rings?" I asked as Lane nodded.

A fleeting episode of three months of marriage that marred my thirty-two years of immaculate singleness. Ironically, it was now up to me, with a little help from my sisters Kathleen and Janaina, to plan the perfect wedding. Two weeks in advance. No, not mine, it doesn't stop me from making mistakes, but I've been trying my hardest not to repeat this one, so I kind of let go of men. My youngest sister, Marcela, will be the bride who will march down the aisle. A wedding march she's dreamed of ever since, at the age of five, she threw engaged Barbie into Ken's arms.

" An excited murmur filled in the air. "For the bachelor and bachelorette party. The youngsters are gonna receive emails from us. Also, no one is allowed to drink too much before the wedding day. I want everyone to be able to enjoy my wedding fully." That was it. The way she said it on that stupid letter, I thought she was planning to have parties every single day. Also anyone could get drunk anytime of course, she would arrange alcohol for the wedding. What would she do with the drunk people then? I looked around but did not see the one I was looking for. Sarah's sister Sierra was no where to be seen. Her only sister was getting married but she was absent from there.

The morning of the wedding dawned bright and perfect, the kind of day my sister had dreamed about her whole life. The villa was buzzing with activity — hair stylists, makeup artists, florists, and excited relatives moving through the halls like a well-organized storm. My sister was radiant in her robe, laughing with her bridesmaids, completely oblivious to the fact that I’d spent the night before with her fiancé’s come still drying on my thighs. I couldn’t look at her without feeling the guilt twist like a knife in my gut.

Then I spoke, my voice slicing through the air. "Happy married life, sister." She froze. The glass in her hand slipped, and she choked on her drink. Slowly, she turned, her wide eyes locking onto mine. Her voice trembled. "Wha... what are you doing here?" "What do you mean, Sophia?" I replied with a sarcastic smile. "How could I miss my little sister's wedding?" A murmur spread through the crowd like wildfire. "The Williams had an elder daughter?" "I thought she went crazy years ago!"

SARAH’S POV This was the worst day of my life. Being sentenced to watch my half-sister Emily get married was the worst type of torture, most especially when I'd like to be anywhere else than here. However, we the Johnsons care about publicity, so I didn't dare try to skip the wedding. “So what do you think of my dress?” Emily turned around to face the mirror, prepping for the attention of everyone else. “Oh, my gosh; I think the dress is going to be a statement!” Her best friend, Fiona gushed smiling up at Emily.