Sonny Side Wedding Novels & Stories

However, they were driven straight to the doors of the city hall. Those working in the city hall fought back a wave of nausea from the stench, and one of them stepped forward, asking, "How can I help you today?" Yvonne looked over at Samuel, whose face was so swollen that he was unrecognizable. She couldn't help but feel a wave of disgust rising within her. Samuel was still riding the high of finally marrying into the Gardner family. He replied hurriedly, "We're here to register our marriage." In all their years of service, the staff at the city hall had never seen such a bizarre couple, as people would usually be dressed in their absolute best to get married. Yvonne and Samuel, however, loo

" Sonny was unsure of the expression to wear at this moment. Gary obviously didn’t know that Hailey’s husband was the second son of the Blake family and had already passed away. Sonny could only awkwardly say, “Alright, I will pass on the message.” “Sir, I have bought the paintings,” Sonny soon reported to Travis. “How much did it cost in total?” Travis asked casually. Sonny had a strange expression as he replied, “It was almost equivalent to nothing.” “What do you mean by that?” Travis asked, stunned. Sonny repeated Gary’s words to Travis exactly as they were, and Travis was momentarily stunned. Katie chose this moment to knock on the door and ask for instructions. “Sir, the designer is her

“Wayne Goldmann, get off me!” … Not long after Waylon was discharged from the hospital, Sunny started hinting them to hold a wedding banquet in the East Islands. He could not allow them to drag this out any longer. That day, the two of them were sitting in the living room, listening to Sunny’s undisguised hints, and that made Cameron laugh. “You just can’t wait to drive me out of the Southerns, can you?” Sunny’s expression stiffened. “You brat, what do you think you’re saying? What do you mean by driving you out? How are the Southerns no longer your family after you get married?”

We followed them, one couple of each color at a time, and then I saw the woman in red by Sean Robinson’s arm was Jo, because she was the drummer’s long-time girlfriend. The procession went all the way to the meadow, where everything was set for the meal and the party. That included a stage, because it was a rockstar’s wedding, so a live performance was sort of mandatory. No Return minus Jim Robinson performed a bunch of songs, joined by Masterson, his wife and Ray fucking Finnegan, who left us all shaken when they played the newlyweds’ song: a cover of Little Wing, that sounded custom-made for Masterson’s voice. But the groom wasn’t one to watch from the ground, so he jumped on stage for a c

It picked him up and took him back to his in-laws' house. There was no one at home. Elio then remembered that today was Evelyn's cousin Sienna's wedding. His in-laws had all gone to the wedding. He hurried to Oceansky Hotel on his electric scooter. Sienna was marrying the son of the Sampson family, one of the wealthy families in the city. The Joneses took this wedding very seriously. After all, the Sampsons were above them in wealth and status. That was why the patriarch of the family, Old Master Harrison Jones, personally attended the wedding ceremony. None of the family members were allowed to be absent.

Looking at Sonia's receding figure, Fabian displayed a sly smile. June 2 was the day of her wedding with James. As long as Sonia was stuck to that young man, she wouldn't have the chance to take him away from her. She would make sure that Sonia's remaining hopes would be destroyed completely. She was not worried about the stake of the bet. After all, dancing and acting foolish was child's play for her. Furthermore, she would be on a honeymoon with James in Hawaii right after the wedding. If Sonia was to run after her, she would have to go to Hawaii. Outside the hotel, Sonia walked ahead while deep in thoughts. She was not a fool. She wouldn't join a war that she couldn't win. She wouldn't da

Kelvin said with a small smile. But I knew that smile was nothing more than fake pleasantries. Outside this wedding, we were all enemies, merely trying to be civil to avoid more bloodshed and not ruin this ridiculous wedding. “You have such a beautiful bride, I must confess,” I said, staring at Sonia as I planted a kiss on the back of her hand. I could feel her shiver at the touch of my lips, as did her soon to be husband and her daring uncle. I smirked at Sonia, but she remained composed as always, looking at me with an unreadable expression that seemed sadder than before.

The wedding was 30 hours away. The owner of the pizzeria where it was to be held, Bob Walden, had long since helped me decorate the place the way I wanted it. When I called him, he cheerily asked whether I wanted to get more flowers to spruce the place further. I smiled bitterly. "I'm canceling the wedding, Mr. Walden." He sounded relieved. "That's great! You've finally seen sense. No proper man would make his wife settle for a wedding in a pizzeria in this day and age—he's just making a fool out of you!

I returned to my parents’ home and began preparing for my wedding. My wedding mattered. And Ted never even noticed that I’d been gone for days. On the day of the ceremony, I met my fiancé for the first time. His name was Austin Ryder. My parents were right; he was indeed outstanding. He was tall, handsome, and impeccably polite; his manners were among the best of all Mafia families. The wedding procession was grand and magnificent; my fiancé had booked half the city. It was a grand ceremony publicly announcing the marriage of two powerful Mafia families.

"Mamma knew a long time ago that Ryder wasn't the one for you. A man who truly wants to marry you doesn't make you wait seven years without a ring. It's not too late to walk away. Everything for the wedding is already in place." "It's in three days. Take your time packing. No need to rush." So, in everyone else's eyes, it had always been crystal clear. And for seven years, I had believed his empty promises, letting him string me along. "Mamma, you choose. I don't have a preference. Just keep the ceremony simple." I heard footsteps behind me. Ryder had appeared at some point, and at the word "wedding," his voice turned sharp. "A wedding? What wedding?"