Sister Of The Bride Cast Novels & Stories

At least I have people who've got my back. "Alright, enough of the hugs ladies, it's almost time," Rita said, pulling out first and we followed. "Your makeup is a little smudged, let's retouch it, and please do not cry. We do not want a bride looking like a bloody mary," Ella joked and we chuckled. My bridal train consisted of Ella, Isa, and Ana; Philip's sisters who arrived from England two days after the engagement party, Alaina; my mother's younger sister's daughter, Camille, and Roselle; my friends from college, whilst Rita was the chief bridesmaid.

Diana's soft worried voice reached his ears, rubbing his back as an encouragement Christopher looked at her face before dropping all his acts. "A girl who dances in the club cannot be your bride, I won't allow it!" Christopher repeated his elder brother's firm speech from the private jet back in here with his eyes red and shivering lips. Strangely he was still smiling, smiling painfully. A low airy gasp left Diana's mouth as she heard him, instantly knowing it was her rude dear husband's words. He said those harsh things to his own younger brother? Diana pitied the boy who was dancing with her. In their family of three, she was the only one who knew him the most.

So as the world waited to witness the union of two strong and successful people who were lovers as well as rivals, the bride in her room was getting cold feet and the groom was feeling that she deserved better. Her maid of honor, Claire who was her best friend since forth grade was trying her best to calm her down. The bridesmaids, a trio of girls - Amelia, Heather and Vanessa, who the bride was extremely close to were flocking around her to make sure everything from her hair to her dress to her makeup and heels were perfect. Amelia was Brooke's cousin. Heather was Amelia's best friend who was also great friends with the bride while Vanessa was a close friend of Brooke. "Am I looking okay?"

“Isn’t she afraid that Young Master Ford will kill her? She really is brave.” “This sorta woman doesn’t care about her life or her dignity, I heard that the bride today is her god sister. She was raised in the bride’s home since she was young, yet she is actually a backstabbing vixen, who’s trying to steal her sister’s husband right now.” “Despicable!” “There’s actually a woman as cruel as that in this world?! She won’t get a good death!”

A wedding is supposed to be the greatest ritual for anyone, such a blissful ritual but for me it is nothing but a sham. I am marrying my sister's fiancee, the man I love with my whole heart but he does not love me back. I am donned in a beautiful custom-made white lace gown with real diamond adorned on the bodice in floral embroidery. It is one of those rare beautiful dress that was made by greyatest designer for the beautiful bride, and that bride was supposed to be my sister. My beautiful sister. Whom I-- I blinked back the tears that were forming in the back of my eyes, as my sister's smiling face flashed across behind my lids.

He popped a canape in his mouth, never looking away from her large blue eyes. Her eyes widened at the mention of his business. He wondered if she was something of a chef groupie. They were out there. This little party was suddenly looking up. She offered him a perfectly manicured hand. She couldn't believe her luck in running into the little mouse's brother at this boring party. "I'm Brittany, by the way," she offered. "Sorority sister to the bride. And some kind of cousin as well, I think." She gave a self-deprecating laugh. "I can never keep up with those things."

Do as I say son there will be a wedding for your brother today" He looked so confused, but went to do what his mom instructed him to do. "Let us go get our daughter ready," Maria aunt said to my mom and my mom smiled. Aunty took us to a room which was assigned to the bride The wedding dress was hanging there. Aunt opened the dress cover and took the dress out it was a beautiful mehndi in wine colour. it was a very elegant and sophisticated clothe...

Everything had changed. As I wore the wedding gown Luca had picked out for me, my cousin's child came running over with an olive branch. "Aunt Giada, Uncle Luca told me to bring this to you!" I reached out and took it, only to see a note attached. "Giada, I know you're about to become my bride, but it still feels unreal. It's as if this is all a dream—and when I wake, I'll still be the one standing on the university field, secretly watching you walk beside Carlo."

She burst into tears and ran out, hands covering her face. Then I felt the heat of his breath by my ear. "Let's finish the wedding first. I'll explain everything later, okay?" With the nuisance out of the picture and me not quite in the mood to make a scene, the guests stayed quiet, and the ceremony moved along quickly. Not long after, I was in the bridal room, slapping the mattress hard with my palm. 'What the hell was that earlier? Was that supposed to be some kind of seductive act? Hmph. As if that would work on me.'

The man who once ruled with steel and silence suddenly looked like a boy seeing the moon for the first time. “I’m sorry, we’re about to begin. Please take your seats,” said the event planner gently, snapping the moment. They moved to their seats, though Lucas’s eyes never fully left Barbara. Soft music began, and the bridesmaid entered. She had long, sleek dark brown hair that fell smoothly over her shoulders, framing her delicate features. Her skin was fair and glowing, set off by striking dark eyes that gave her an elegant, captivating look. “Our sister Selena,” whispered Amber. Catching Darina’s confusion—since none of the sisters looked alike—she laughed softly, “None of us are adopted.”