Sarah Stanton Wedding Novels & Stories

She nudged me playfully before linking arms with me and pulling me toward the elevator. Sarah and I met at work ten years ago fresh out of college. We were from the same town but never really knew each other until our jobs threw us at each other. Five years ago, we moved to the city together to start our own business. She’d been there when I said I do. She’d also been there when I realized it was a mistake. The doors opened into the pavilion, where the wedding rehearsal would be held. Sarah immediately left me to go find Jake. I got a glass of champagne from the makeshift bar and looked around for familiar faces. I was looking for the bridesmaids since Sarah said they were downstairs already

Beside him stood Daniel, serving as his best man, offering occasional words of encouragement and light humor in an attempt to keep Magnus calm. “You look like a man about to run a marathon,” Daniel whispered teasingly. Magnus let out a quiet laugh. “I feel like one.” “Well, relax,” Daniel replied. “She’s not going to change her mind halfway down the aisle.” Magnus shook his head, though the smile remained on his face. The music shifted slightly. Immediately, the entire church fell silent. Heads turned toward the entrance. The large wooden doors slowly opened. And there she was. Sarah Williams stood at the entrance, radiant in a breathtaking wedding gown that seemed to capture every ray of li

From a distance, they looked more like the couple preparing to get married. “Should we adjust the backdrop again?” “Alright.” “Shall we change the lighting to warmer tones?” “Your call.” “Then maybe we should make the main stage a little bigger?” “Sure.” Lewis agreed to everything she suggested, his gaze brimming with affection. Meanwhile, I stood quietly in the corner, watching them interact. I was neither angry nor confrontational. The day before the wedding, I received a message from Switz that my grandfather had arranged everything. A flight would depart the next morning.

The death would delay several wedding events, possibly the wedding itself. Lena stood in her office doorway, one hand pressed to the frame. The timing felt unreal. A family death, a public scandal. A wedding strained beneath both. Lady Beatrice continued with calm instructions. The memorial would be private but attended by significant family and business figures. The wedding team would need to adjust timelines discreetly. Lena’s role remained active. Lena offered condolences. Lady Beatrice accepted them with a pause just long enough to suggest grief was present but unwelcome. Then she added that Nicholas would likely attend the memorial as part of the Harrington family.

Sara smiled and waved back. She turned to her husband. “I see familiar faces. Who’s getting married again?” “Alex. Construction guy. You wouldn’t know him.” She nodded slowly and sat down. “Yeah… I wouldn’t.” Music began to play. Alex appeared and confidently walked down the aisle. Sara looked down uncomfortably. Seconds later Adrian followed and stood next to his friend at the altar. His phone buzzed in his pocket. He took it out and looked at an unsaved number. He stepped aside and answered.

After all, they were still servants working for the Rochers. Sarah entered the room to see Wilbur lying on the sofa as if he had fallen asleep. Sarah sat down next to him, saying nothing. Wilbur glanced at her, slowly sitting up. "What's up?" "You're useless. The wedding's still happening," Sarah said. Wilbur smiled. "No one can force you into doing something you don't want, you know." "My whole family's watching and waiting for Sawyer and me to get married. What am I supposed to do, screw the wedding up and make a scene?" Sarah said bitterly.

They knew that this was just the beginning of a new chapter in their love story, one filled with shared dreams, laughter, and a lifetime of love and happiness. As the news of their engagement spread, their friends and family rejoiced with them. The wedding preparations began, and Mark and Sarah found themselves immersed in a whirlwind of excitement and anticipation. They worked together to plan every detail, from the venue to the guest list, ensuring that their special day would be a reflection of their love and unique bond. On their wedding day, surrounded by their loved ones, Mark and Sarah exchanged heartfelt vows, promising to love and cherish each other for eternity.

The wedding wasn't a spectacle like most thought it would be. No extravagant displays of wealth, no armies of paparazzi,just a small gathering of close friends and family, nestled in the peaceful serenity of the Adirondack cabin where our love story had truly begun. Sunlight dappled through the leaves, painting the forest floor with dappled light. Sarah, radiant in a sunflower-yellow dress, beamed as she stood beside me. Ethan, looking handsome and nervous in a classic suit, awaited me at the makeshift altar, an arch adorned with wildflowers.

Their wedding looked good, but more drama was yet to come. It was three days before the wedding ceremony. Charles and Sarah were very busy preparing for it. According to the wedding customs, they couldn’t see each other before the wedding so they could only care for their own things. Sophia happened to have holiday time off so she could come back to help Sarah. Since they didn’t have parents, Sophia was very concerned with her sister’s wedding and kept asking about what she could do to help with the wedding.

Damian grumbled, burying his face in his food. “Alright,” Mrs Delance took her attention from him, “let’s have the wedding on the 9th, since it’s Sunday and we should take their needs into consideration,” she beamed. Our fathers simply nodded “that will be perfect,” “So honey” Mr Delance said to his wife "I trust you will be taking care of the decorations and all Sarah will be needing for the wedding?" “Of course, you know I wouldn't dally in such important issues,”Mrs Delance replied with a smile.