Sofia The First A Royal Wedding Novels & Stories

A sigh escaped my lips as I looked at the princess like silver dress I've been asked to wear. I walked down the hallway and walked past a slightly opened door and I clenched my gloved hands. That was Sofia's room. Sofia should be the one marrying Alexander and now I have to be the one to marry him. Sofia escaped with her fiance, John the previous week since she was told they would be calling their engagement off for her childhood friend, Alpha Alexander to get engaged to her but she escaped and then Morgan broke up with me. What a matching tragedy. I walked down the grand stairs where grandfather was sitting on his wheelchair with Madam Isabel standing right next to him.

I strode majestically over to where Lucia stood beside Santoro and stopped right in front of her, just inches away from her face. “First and foremost, I did not become a CEO overnight. I am Sofia Estaban, the firstborn and daughter of Carlos Estaban. Which makes the rightful heir to my father's empire.” I began making sure my voice was loud enough for everyone to hear. “Did you just hear that?” “Miss Sofia will really place Miss Lucia in her place this time. I can't wait for what's about to happen.” “The news outlets are about to go wild.” Giggles and murmurs filled the atmosphere and I smirked at the rising public speculation. Lucia just never learns, and I will keep teaching her various le

Edric smirked. “Wait ‘til you see what I do to people who flirt with you.” ROYAL MARRIAGE CELEBRATION – DAY ONE Location: Castle Half-Moon, Southern Territory The first day of the royal marriage celebration began like something straight out of an overly dramatic fairytale—except I was the one in the center, wearing red velvet dipped in gold and magic, standing beside the most feared Alpha King in the world. Oh, and my heels? Custom-enchanted by the Blue Moon cobblers to never hurt. Priorities.

Isla stood beside him, her hand resting gently on his arm. When Luca had invited them, Dante hadn’t hesitated to accept. He would never stand in the way of Sofia’s happiness. As the wedding began, Sofia walked out in a breathtaking white gown, her eyes searching for Dante. For the first time since their father had died, she needed him—not as the mafia king, not as the feared DeLuca leader, but as her brother. Dante stepped forward, offering her his arm. “You look beautiful,” he said quietly. Sofia smiled up at him. “Thank you.”

"It's the Don. He must be calling to discuss the wedding details with you personally." I stood up and took the heavy antique receiver. "You got the papers?" Vincent paused for a moment, as if choosing his words. "Sofia's back." "You know her father just passed away. There's been infighting in her family—her uncles are all circling her shares and her port control. She needs the godmother title as protection, to hold her ground." The exact same speech. In my past life, I exploded with rage. "I'm the one who's been by your side. You're marrying me, and only me!"

I heard Whitney and Mari squeal. “YES! YES!! YES!!!" I screamed as he placed the ring on my finger and lifted my from the ground. He twirled us around as everyone screamed and clapped. “I love you Sofia” “ I love you Matteo” **Sofia's engagement ring**

He has been dreaming about her since the first time he laid his eyes on her at the royal ball in Husbat kingdom and now his dreams were going to turn into reality. Hope grumpily made her way to the bride’s dressing room. Saida had personally given her the task of helping the princess prepare for the ceremony. She pauses in front of the door and plastered her best smile before knocking. No answer came from inside. She knocked louder the second time maybe she didn’t hear the first time. Still no answer came. She frowned in confusion. Did she get the wrong room? But she was sure Saida said this was the room. She knocks again and no reply came.

“The wedding preparations are driving me crazy. I’m nervous about what to wear, what food to serve, who will sit where. It’s overwhelming.” I completely understand why she feels this way. My own first wedding had different stressors, but still, it can be a nerve wracking experience no matter what the causes. “I thought you wanted all of those things Sophe! I was doing it for you.” “So, you don’t care about that either?”

I ask "Okay that's fine" she nods. Then we put the rings on each other’s hands After that the Bishop told us. "I now pronounce you husband and wife you may now kiss your bride" he tells us We kiss... Everyone one congratulates us and is excited about the baby... We head to the reception area. We get ready for the throwing of the flowers Carla's about to throw the flowers in the air but stops all of a sudden turn around and stops right in front of Nikita gives her the flowers Kenny comes out of nowhere and proposes Nikita says yes...

"Please the groom first followed by the bride." Jordan let go of his hand and pulled out a white paper from the pocket of the black tuxedo he was wearing. On that paper, Jordan made a promise that he never thought he would ever say. Moreover, he said to a foreign woman who in a few minutes would become his wife. "I'm Jordan Gerald Hayden, accept you to be my wife, Lala ..." Jordan thought, he didn't remember Clarabelle's name correctly. But she was called Lala, it was funny too. "Well, Clarabelle, right?"