Romans & histoires On Our Wedding Day

"We get married. But not in eleven days. Not with the big ceremony. Not with two hundred guests and media coverage." "Then when?" He squeezed my hands. "We postpone the wedding, they win. We get married tomorrow. Private ceremony. Just us."

Like all the chaos in the world couldn't touch us here. He nudged the bedroom door open with his foot, carrying me across the threshold like it was our wedding night again. We didn't have an actual wedding, we just had a day that we used to consolidate our marriage. I'd always dreamed of having a big wedding, wearing a fancy gown and having big names show up to the occasion but now that I'm with him, I don't even care about all that anymore.

As she approaches me, I resist the urge to question her actions, instead choosing to take her hand and bring it to my lips in a gesture of silent understanding and support. As the day of our wedding is around the corner, a sense of anticipation and excitement fills the air, surrounding us with a palpable energy that is both thrilling and nerve-wracking. Stacey and I have chosen the first week of June for our special day, a date that holds significance and meaning for us both. The announcement of our wedding is met with joy and enthusiasm from our friends and family, who eagerly await the celebration of our love and commitment. Stacey's grandparents, in particular, are looking forward to the

Maybe I could blame the hormones raging inside me, but it was a still a daily struggle to stay even. Simon continued to snap pictures, directing me with subtle changes of position and then the lighting, keeping up a dialogue as was his style. He chattered constantly while he worked. "So you're getting married to your boyfriend?" "Yeah, August the twenty-fourth is our big day. We're doing it in the country at his sister's Somerset mansion." "Sounds very posh ... Simon mused over a new direction. "Can you tilt your head back and look upward for me?" "Yeah... that too," I said dryly. "Do you want to come. Simon?"

Today was our wedding day, and we were supposed to drive to the church together. "Has he abandoned me? Have I really been dumped on my wedding day?" I questioned myself while I bit down furiously on my nails. No! That's not it, it can't possibly be true. He was probably held up in traffic or something, there was no way he would abandon me on our wedding day.

The future lay ahead, wide open, filled with the promise of honest days and shared work. This was our wedding: simple, humble, honest, and full of genuine happiness. And it was exactly what we wanted. TO BE CONTINUE

DAY WAS HERE. It was my wedding day and I was getting married to the man of my dreams. I never thought this kind of day would come to me. The early days of my life were filled with pain and torture. But the universe has finally decided to smile on me and things were getting better and better by the day. We had a luxurious wedding filled with families, friends, staff and Nate's clients. I couldn't have been able to dream of a better happy ending. At the wedding reception, Nate and I were busy looking at everyone and how much they meant to us.

Sunday is a very good day to stroll in the park, one that Denver and I rarely go to despite the walking distance from the condominium. “Where?” I murmured while tying my hair with a ponytail. “On our wedding day.” Everything froze. All the time in the world stopped. The only thing moving is me and Denver, who almost gave me a heart attack. Before I could yield a word to reply, Denver bended one knee. I was flabbergasted. Astonished. Freaking shocked. The sun shone brighter and everyone in the park, young and old, women and children, married and single, stared at us.

“We’re just checking if we look decent. No curses are gonna fall out of the sky.” “But it’s bad luck,” she muttered, pouting like a scolded child. News flash: tomorrow was the big day. Our wedding. No bachelor parties, no wild send-offs. We wanted things quiet. Private. Away from reporters sniffing for gossip and headlines. Honestly, I wouldn’t survive seeing Adrian surrounded by half-naked dancers grinding on him. Not a chance.

As they held each other close, they knew that their love story was just beginning, a story that would unfold with every shared laughter, every whispered secret, every adventure they embarked on together. Their wedding day arrived, a beautiful autumn day bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun. The ceremony was held in a lush garden, surrounded by vibrant flowers and the gentle rustling of leaves. Their vows, heartfelt and sincere, echoed through the air, a testament to the deep love and commitment they shared.