Novelas y relatos de Paper Brides

“That’s one way to put it.” Davina waves a hand, like she’s swatting a fly. “Enough. We’ve all had things said about us that weren’t true. Haven’t we?” She smiles. “Let’s talk about something more pleasant. Like the wedding. I saw all the photos. And you where magnificent.” Immediately, the women lean forward. “I heard it was in Milan,” Cassandra says, eyes glittering. “At Santa Maria delle Grazie?” I shake my head gently. “No. A smaller chapel. We wanted something… intimate.”

They talked for a few more minutes, but he wasn’t willing to budge on his parents. If they didn’t approve of our marriage, I didn’t want their names on the invitation. So I found an invitation template that didn’t mention parents, brides or grooms. Just Adam Beller and Javier Marisco invite you to join in the celebration of their marriage. I loved the creamy paper, the type face, the slight raise of the type against the page.

Uninterested she looked down to focus on her food but the words that came out from her father's mouth made a knot in her stomach. "Raise your glass and toast to the unification of our family, to love, partnership, fruitfulness and marriage. To the future of Hedge corporation and the Pearson's family" He said grinning ear to ear like a child in a candy store. She choked!!!!!!!!! Something is wrong!!!!!! Next thing she knew a young man in his twenties was handing her a glass of water looking concerned, without bothering to care she gripped the glass and gulped the water down like her life depended on it before asking in condescending manner "Who is getting married?"

But I can't help but feel, it's just a contract it's not going to last. Taking a deep breath, I stand up pulling my wedding dress up in my hands so I can walk well. I walk out of my room as they led me to the garden where the wedding is taking place. I met Ryan at the entrance. He smiles at me. "You look beautiful Hazel " he says and I let out a fake smile. "Thank you " "Your hands "he says and stretch out his palms. "Are you walking me to the aisle " I ask. Yes " he says. I nod and let him.

"We are here to talk about Ophelia and Ares' wedding, okay." Then there we go with the tiresome wedding details. Of course for our both families, it is very important. But if only I would decide about the wedding, I would marry Demitri anywhere, may it be in the middle of the mud, in the market street, and with us only wearing simple clothes. I don't care about the wedding details, actually. All I want is to get the wedding done and be finally tied to him.

The next day, the Maldives was bright and cloudless. From my office, I watched the resort's internal feed. The glass chapel over the water looked perfect. White roses lined the aisle. Ethan stood under the floral arch in the white tuxedo I had paid for, his face already tight. Bianca sat in the front row with my bracelet on her wrist. Her parents sat where mine should have been. Lila texted me. [Rosalyn, where are you? The wedding is starting. You're not really making everyone wait, are you?]

"Look into the camera and repeat after me. Tell her you welcome the baby and will step away as my wife. Tell her you wish us happiness." I wanted to look away, but Zachary's hand forced me to look into the camera. His shoes were trampling all over the crown jewel of a gown that had been torn off its hanger. He spent hours and a mountain of effort bidding on that in an auction. "You're the best fit for a gown, no one else," he once said. Now, he was stepping on that very diamond while forcing me to give my place to his mistress. I didn't bother moving.

“Miss Christine sure is delusional. Mr. Vincent is the Godfather of the Medici family. He’s worth billions. In New York, anyone with status treats him with the utmost respect.” “Isn’t he getting married to his fiancée in five days? And she’s saying he’s the love of her life? Does he even know who she is? Every Cinderella dreams of marrying into wealth, but not just anyone off the streets can be the Godfather’s woman.” I walked out of the hospital and, in a daze, got onto the subway. At that moment, my phone vibrated. When I checked it, I saw that Elena had sent several photos in a row. They were wedding photos of her and Vincent, taken in Central Park. The wedding dress she wore was the same

Unfortunately for Travis, I had no desire to open the wedding invitation. "Aren't you going to take a look?" Travis asked in disbelief. I shook my head while wearing an indifferent expression. Earlier, right after I finished eating dinner, I noticed that Victoria had posted a new update on her social media account. She had posted a photo of the new wedding invitation. The groom's name was Travis Somerson. Meanwhile, she intentionally censored the bride's name. Only the last name "Somerson" was vaguely visible while the first name was blurred out.

Plates of tea and small snacks were placed on the center table, but nobody touched them. I sat quietly beside Clara, my hands folded in my lap. Ethan sat across from me, looking neat, calm, and distant all at once. Every time our eyes met, he gave me a small, careful smile. I didn’t know how to smile back. Helen cleared her throat. “We have agreed that the wedding should be simple but respectable.” My mother nodded. “Yes. Nothing extravagant. A small church ceremony, close family only.” One of the older women spoke. “What about the bride price?”