Patrick Walshe Mcbride Wedding Novels & Stories

Glancing at her father’s expensive watch on his wrist, he wondered what the future held for them as a real duo. What that looked like, he had no clue. A squeal of laughter and applause pierced the tropical air as the minister presented Phyllis and Marty as man and wife, and they eagerly kissed. The joy was apparent, and the wedding party dispersed down the makeshift aisle to the ballroom inside the hotel, Chris eagerly following Ritchie and Bruce. Traditional Hawaiian music floated through the air the closer they got.

It was a wedding without any guests, no decorations, just a witness and a priest because no one else needed to celebrate that day except for them. Gabriel made a huge donation to the church and the city of Valletta. It was money well spent rather than lavishly threw it away for a party. Perry cried throughout the ceremony, took pictures of them after they said their vows, and announced them as husband and wife. It would be the only documentation of the whole event.

And of course the bride Aurora Gabriel won't run away anymore. Shanley Theodore and Caryln Hiddleston also attended the wedding. They were married three years ago. Caryln is truly a woman patient with her own love. She was waiting for Shanley and her own happiness. Shanley also no longer has feelings for Aurora, he went to her wedding and congratulated her as a friend. On this big day, the beautiful bride Aurora in a noble and gorgeous white dress. Mr. Matthew took his daughter by the arm and led her to Phelan Darius.

THREE DAYS LATER... CHRISTINE... "It's the fresh and lovely morning in the Isle of love. Seems the love of God specially blessed the day for the loveliest couple on the earth." The news reporter said with her poetic tone that made me frown. "The wedding between Michelle Macmillan and Carla Williams is going to be held today. People from the media and corporate worlds will be present here to bless them today. We give her heartfelt blessings to this idol couple..." The news reporter continued with her news and I turned off the television.

Forget September. Wake me when March is over. – Evie On Saint Patrick’s Day, the whole clubhouse was full of activity. Late afternoon everyone gathered and watched an unconventional wedding. Trigg came over from the sister chapter to marry Celt and Mia. He had become ordained to marry his daughter and her long-term boyfriend. Several weddings later, he was the unofficial officiant for the Saints. It started off normal, but when Trigg threw away his book of scripts, it went from normal to perfect.

The long hall of Saint Patrick’s Catholic Church bubbled with excitement as the couple stood at the altar, waiting for their marriage to be finalized and blessed by the priest. All roads that led to the venue had been blocked with different exotic cars of all sizes and ranges. It was indeed the talk of the town, a gathering of elites and the city’s richest people. but why wouldn’t it be so? It was the wedding of the son of the city’s most popular business man and CEO of the year. It was Jackson Gray’s son’s wedding, it was the wedding of Las Vegas’s most eligible bachelor, a title he wouldn’t be holding on to anymore in a few hours.

Call me after 8 so I can give you the tea. I close my eyes for a second. Breathe. What are the odds? My baby sister is pregnant, with twins, and actually married to my worst nightmare’s baby brother. Patrick is a sweetheart. A real one. The kind who shows up. And the crazy part? Not one of his family members came to the city hall wedding. Not one, except his mom. But my family? Both my parents. Both sets of grandparents. Even Vlade and Amiee came. Too bad Jalen… isn’t like Patrick.

Less normal? I pressed my face deeper into the pillow, weeping until my chest ached. Not long after, I found myself dressed in a white wedding gown and standing before an altar next to Patrick. Looking down at the front row, I saw a proud, triumphant smile across my mother's face. "Mr. Patrick Ortega... Do you take Marcella Solis to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love and to protect, in sickness and in health?" "I do," his voice echoed loudly through the chapel.

I know. I grab the remote of the medium-sized TV hanging on the wall, switching it on. Perhaps a little distraction will help, but my jaw drops at the first image on display. The video coverage of my wedding is on display with the huge caption: BUSINESS TYCOON PATRICK BAXTER'S DAUGHTER DITCHED AT THE ALTAR. No... no, this isn't right.

I can tell that the chairs were newly painted with gold and silver. This was literally a fairy land. When I glimpse at the receipts. I almost died on the spot. Let's just say this wedding cost 8 figures. No kidding. The wedding March started. My Boss, Mr. Rosen-Hower walked first. After him his parents walked well Mr. Rosen-Hower walked while Madam Ella skips excitedly on the aisle. Mr. Blake Bradford together with his wife walked next. Miss Ameera followed. I seldom see her but man. I am sure Mr. Rosen-Hower and his sons will have a big problem when she reached 18.