Romans & histoires Novel Not A Dream Wedding

Chapter 1 Wedding Bells It was the day everyone was waiting for and the event everyone who was invited couldn't wait to attend. It was a very special day for Sienna's best friend Gemma. Sienna had always dreamt about getting married and starting a family of her own, her friend Gemma had always been in love but she wasn't that lucky because she ha d her heart broken so many times. Sienna was always happy for her when she fell in love and when she fell out of love she was there to console and comfort her because that's what best friends did .

Nayya and Bara have been married for a month. They are still loyal to their respective rooms. It's not a strange thing, after all, they got married by mistake so Nayya didn't try to care about things like that. He also began to enjoy his new life. Food is available, expensive clothes are always in the closet, warm blankets when it rains. Everything Nayya has got, even though she rarely talks to her husband, because Bara is busy with her work.

Everyone present applauded loudly. I saw someone wiping tears. "They're a match made in heaven, a talented man and a beautiful woman." The person next to him sneered, "Everyone knows that there are two children in the family, a real daughter and a fake one. The fake daughter stole the real daughter's boyfriend, so the real daughter didn't come to the wedding today." "No way." The man was surprised and was about to ask for details. However, he was stopped by Derek, who was standing next to him.

“I’m curious to know.” “I don’t mean to be rude, sir,” the woman cut in sharply, “but we have no interest in discussing that.” She tugged at Leônidas’s arm, but he didn’t move. Ruan’s eyes fell to their hands, to the matching wedding bands on their fingers. “You got married?” Ruan asked, genuinely surprised. “So that’s why…”

Chapter Ninety-Seven: When Dreams Become Reality: The End! Kiara POV: My mind reels from the chaotic amalgam of the last 48 hours. It feels like a tornado had swept through our lives, leaving no corner untouched by its tempestuous winds. The kitchen had been a war zone, filled with the scent of burning pastries and a cacophony of squabbling caterers. The garden, the intended venue for the ceremony, had transformed into a floral battlefield where petals and thorns were the weapons of choice. Our usually disciplined musicians were discordant, hitting off-keys and false notes as if possessed. Tailors had made multiple trips for last-minute adjustments on suits and gowns. Yes, every conceivable

“And all this while? Was it just a game to you?” Nova looked around the room, her heart breaking into a million tiny pieces. The truth was, marriage had always been something she wanted… a real, loving marriage. But with Zaydeen, she never believed it could ever happen in reality. Even if her marriage with Aaron didn’t turn out well, Nova still believed that there was a better future out there for her somewhere, but she felt it could simply never be with a man like Zaydeen.

Angel used to think about marriage with Sean a lot. Yes, when Angel was still healthy she was happy every time Sean talked about their wedding plans, one of which was about their dream wedding venue, the cathedral. Angel thought she still felt the atmosphere, but when Anne asked them to marry, she was not at all happy. As the doctors said, Angel had only one month left, and she didn't want to be selfish to still have that dream. Marriage isn't just about herself, it's about Sean's life as well. Angel could not have the heart to leave Sean alone with a widower status.

Her Nashville country dreams had all come true. In just a few weeks, her lifelong dream would come true, too. Now that the trial was over, she would finally be marrying the man of her dreams. They’d decided to wait until the drama had passed because Bree thought she would never be able to enjoy her wedding without knowing what would happen with Monica and Cat, who was also serving a long prison term for her role in the hotel fire and subsequent attempted murder on Bree. With all of that behind them, they’d be moving forward with the wedding, and Bree couldn’t wait to start her new life as Trent’s wife. It was how it was meant to be.

Not: I’ve been so alone, so stressed, I’m totally gagging for it, not just the sex but the touching and the intimacy and the feeling of another human being beside me, holding me, even if it’s only for a night or half a night or some portion of a night. That’s what I won’t say. A waitress comes up with our fresh drinks. She sets them down and then eyes my bouquet, followed by Lorcan’s buttonhole. “Oh! Are you two getting married?” I can’t help bursting into laughter. Of all the questions. “No. No. Not at all.” “Definitely not,” Lorcan affirms. “Only we have a special champagne deal for wedding parties,” she persists. “We get so many, what with the registry office down the road. Are you being

Nate laughed. "Too bad he won’t use it. I don’t want a big wedding," I said, and he froze, I looked at him, "Do you want a big wedding?" I asked, a little intimidated. My dream had never been to have a wedding full of hundreds and hundreds of people, old relatives I had never seen. I had always dreamed of an intimate wedding. In my dreams, there had always been the idea of a small ceremony on a beach at sunset, me in a simple dress and the man of my life in front of me, both barefoot, the sand between our fingers, while we swore eternal love to each other and united our lives forever.