Runaway Groomsman Novels & Stories

Putting her hand on my shoulder to still my nerves. "Child. What is wrong with you?" I try to take a deep breath. "There's...there's a groomsman missing." "Oh honey, don't worry. He'll be here tomorrow. He had something going on tonight he couldn't get out of." She dismisses my concern as quickly as it left my mouth. Knowing he's okay settles me enough to get through the rest of the evening but not enough to keep me from wondering what was more important than his oldest brother's wedding rehearsal. We go through the motions two more times before the coordinator dismisses us to a swanky restaurant for dinner.

I only have the two of them walking down the aisle. Garret has Grayson as his best man and then Craig as groomsman. It means the world to Garret to have Grayson stand by his side during the wedding ceremony. I look around the room making sure these girls weren’t too drunk, I can’t have them stumbling over have way through the ceremony. The girls were talking about Julliet and Samantha’s nonprofit and how the progress is on the building and planning. It is interesting to hear the planning and whatnot. Though I don’t want these girls too drunk on camera either. They might reveal secrets no one is supposed to know.

"Well, you know Gabe and I would never say no to clients in need. Thank you for hiring us, we will do our absolute best to make your special day extraordinary." I look at the groom to be, who has a sour expression painted on his face. He is wearing a rather baggy and wrinkly t-shirt, cargo shorts and sandals. With unkempt curly hair and a big nose, he's not a bad looking guy. He just looks grumpy - really grumpy.

I don't want him making a mess of the venue. The groomsmen stuffed me into a large plastic tub and carried me out. Through its walls, I could hear the noise of the reception growing louder as we got closer. Thomas' voice boomed from the stage. "What a joyful day for the Gardner family. Thank you all for being here. Now, I'd like to invite our longtime supporter, Mr. Jarvis, to come up and say a few words." He called out a few times, but no one answered. Then one of the groomsmen stumbled, the tub toppled, and I rolled out onto the marble floor. The dirty water inside spilled across the tiles, and the smell spread instantly through the room.

the horse mane hues of the Irish: blond, red, gray, and brunette. The groomsmen are Julia’s brothers, the bridesmaids are my sisters. We have equal numbers because only Donald and Neil are standing up—Sebby is sitting in the front row in a wheelchair, his knee still bulky from the bandage under his slacks. I don’t know if he actually needs the wheelchair, or it’s just a ‘fuck you’ to my side of the family, but I feel a twinge of guilt regardless. I push it away, thinking the Geralds are lucky they got off that easy.

Hearing a girl saying so Clara said, "Me too. I am so happy today. My best friend, my best buddy is getting married to none other than Nicolas Davis..." "Yes, my brother will be lost once he would see boudi." Raina laughed. Sanaya blushed. When they were laughing a guy walked there and screamed, "Groom has arrived, the groom has arrived." "Groom... Let's go." All the girls ran out of there in a hurry when Sanaya was smiling. She sat on the couch. There Nick was struggling with his groom attire. "I can't take this anymore. This dhoti! I want to wear something else." Nick mumbled while making an annoyed face.

“Male strippers, Sophia? That’s your idea of a fun girls’ night?” She set her phone aside. “Relax. You say it like we’re sleeping with them. It’s just dancing. A little spray of cash. Everyone laughs, no harm done.” Liam went silent for a moment. Then he smirked. “You know,” he said slowly, “I asked Mason to be a groomsman. Since you girls want to have fun, maybe me and the boys will too. We’ll hire female strippers. Same rules. Just a little dance, a little spray, no harm.”

"But now dry those tears and stop dragging your feet, we need eight perfect suits for a perfect day!" Adele started running the store like a general leading a battlefield and by late afternoon I had the perfect suit for a perfect day and the perfect groomsmen who would be absolutely elegant for the day I'd marry my crazy girl!

<<7PM>> Mia looks at herself in the mirror, Carl had sent over 10 people to come dress her up, Her wedding gown was quite simple for the kind off status Carl had but her Make up was exquisite Her Mom and Brother had also dressed up but what confused them was why Carl wanted them to get married in the night, it was very weird and creepy *Honk* A Car honk was heard and when Mia steps outside, she was shocked to see a black Limo, shining brightly under the moon light "Woahh" Mia says alongside her brother Damien who quickly rushes to the car and was about entering but was stopped by a man in black "For the bride only" The man says and Damien pouts, he turns to Mia who rolled her eyes, She had i

she said, voice carrying that familiar mixture of exasperation and affection. Kris sat at the table with the guest list and chapel receipt spread in front of her, pen tucked neatly behind one ear. She scanned the notes again and muttered, “No glitter. No detachable train. No veil the size of a mosquito net,” ticking off the items in her mind as if that alone would ward off the absurd. Freeda almost smiled. “Exactly.” The message from the unknown number still blinked insistently on her phone: Wednesday is a bold choice. Morning light is cruel on the wrong bride.