Perfect Groom Novels & Stories

It reeked of mildew. Gemma screamed. "You call this a wedding dress? A rental from the cheapest photo studio in town would be a hundred times better than this." Sloane could not have cared less about Gemma’s meltdown. "You do not know the market. This is a niche boutique piece I handpicked for you. It will photograph beautifully. Just put it on." Before Gemma could argue, two of the cleaning ladies wrestled the reeking gown onto her. The groom’s suit was just as bad. The fabric was so thin it was practically see-through, and the cut was so loose and shapeless it hung off Brendan like a costume from a school play.

I plucked the groom's boutonniere and handed it to my wife, Rose Lane, then didn't bother with the subtle looks she and the people around us were exchanging. I just walked out of the hotel. Rose didn't come after me. Behind me, the hall erupted in applause as Rose and Zachary Zimmer took the stage, surrounded by the celebrating crowd. I knew this wasn't an accident. It was Zachary's way of poking at me. Too bad Rose couldn't—or wouldn't—see it. Maybe she saw and was deliberately letting it slide.

the housekeeper suggested. She glared at her. "I'll soon sell you off." Christina chuckled. She knew the lady would miss her so much if she tried such a thing. They both left the room to the sitting room to get the groom and his friend seated comfortably waiting for them. Melita studied the young man completely while on the stairs. She felt goose pimples all over her at that moment. Damnit! The groom looked sexy in the suit. This time more handsome than ever. His blue trousers that fitted his body shape and the black shoe he had on matched his appearance.

Before I knew it, my leg was moving towards the door. His disgusted face from last night flashed before me, halting my movement. Will he blame me? Resent me from bringing him into my troublesome messed up world? My throat bobbed, the tightness in my chest multiplying. Even heavier than it was during the night. I couldn't bring myself to continue. To see his hate filled eyes, angrily demanding to go home. Ben offered me a tablet. A video was playing on it. Ryker. My groom stood there, his back to the camera, in our wedding chambers, dressed in dark blue pajamas. But the pajamas weren't what made my heart skip.

Her hair was styled in soft waves, and diamond earrings sparkled with each step she took. Ayo was equally striking in a custom-tailored black tuxedo by Laureve Couture’s men’s line. The tux is sharp and modern, with subtle satin lapels, and he carried it with effortless sophistication. His dark hair was slicked back, and his classic watch gleamed under the lights. Together, they were the perfect picture of glamour and power. Tanya still couldn’t get over how flawlessly he blended into this type of setting. No one looking at him would believe how much he had hated dressing up to mingle with people he believed didn’t really give a fuck anyway.

he said, pointing at a soft bun with delicate curls framing the face. I smiled. “You have good taste.” “Obviously,” he teased. “That's why I'm getting married to you.” I chose the hairstyle, a simple yet elegant makeup look, and a French tip nail design with tiny crystals. When I was done, the receptionist returned with a smile that was far too sweet for my liking. “That will be four hundred and fifty thousand,” she said. I nearly choked. “Four hundred and what?” “That’s our bridal premium package, ma’am.”

“All the guests are asking if there is something wrong. Where is the bride?” The organizer asked her with an annoyed face. They were all shocked as the groom who was waiting in his lodge finally revealed himself. Looking at his luxurious wristwatch, his whole existence is shouting how rich he is. A finely made tuxedo with an elegant bow tie that is perfectly matching his outfit. Undoubtedly, he is Gavin Morgan, the main center of attraction in this whole wedding ceremony. “Mr. Wilhenberg, I assume this is the perfect time to start the ceremony. Where is your daughter?”

It was annoying though but there is nothing I could do, I need to save Mrs Hannah. We reached the chapel and he was already waiting for me. I entered the hall with dad, with our arm intertwined. I stared at my groom who was at my front. Woah! He so cute, cuter than I have imagined, how could someone like this be an idler. His modern suit fitted him perfectly, his dark hair was so shiny, I felt like touching it, I wonder how soft it is. But the expensive brooch that was on his worth 2 million, I thought he was a poor lonely man.

My groom. He stood at the end of the aisle, tall and strong in a perfectly tailored black suit and dark sunglasses that made him look straight out of my imagination. His hair was slicked back. Even from a distance, I could see his features were flawless, almost unnervingly so. And the way he stood, so composed and unreadable, sent a cold chill through me. Maybe… this could work. Maybe this wouldn’t be as awful as I thought. Maybe this man would fit into the dream of my perfect man.

A moment after our arrival, we were served with chilled lemonade. Earlier than I assumed, the couple came into the hall. The crowd was dense but the groom stood out. He was taller than most of the spectators and looked sophisticated in his perfectly woven green robe. He had a long face with spectacular cheek bones, topped with brown slanted and hooded eyes. Slightly plump mouth with a perfect archbow on the top of tge IP; straight pointed nose and spode-like shade of skin. Hid skin was smooth and glossy as it shone brightly beneath the moonlight.