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They showered her with well wishes and advice, their excitement palpable as they envisioned a future filled with joy for their dear friend. Alex, meanwhile, reveled in the joy of planning their wedding. He had always been a romantic at heart, and the idea of celebrating their love with a grand, unforgettable event filled him with excitement. He poured over wedding magazines, meticulously researching venues, caterers, and photographers, determined to create a celebration that would be as unique and special as their love story.

Storm and his wife chose to engrave the date they first met onto their wedding rings instead of buying new ones. Pastor John smiled brightly and said, “You may kiss your wife.” Storm kissed his wife passionately. Faith put her hand over her eyes, giggling. The guests clapped their hands, and some were ululating. The couple smiled brightly at their families and guests. Storm held his wife’s hand, beaming with joy, and then they walked out of the chapel. They stood in the sea of flowers and took photos with their families. Thorne and Butler Andrew left while his brother and his sister-in-law were busy taking photos.

SERENA The wedding was a small one. That was the compromise we had reached after months of discussion, of back and forth, of trying to figure out what we wanted and what we could afford and what would make us happy without making us crazy. Aiden wanted something grand, a celebration worthy of the journey we had been on. I wanted something quiet, something intimate, something that felt like us and not like a performance. We landed somewhere in the middle. A backyard ceremony, just family and close friends, followed by a reception at the bakery. Simple. Beautiful. Ours.

we answered in unison. "But how come their faces are similar, huh? Are you brothers and sisters?" asked the driver again. "No sir," I answered because Dion chose to remain silent. He began to bother with the taxi driver's question. "Wow, that means you two are soulmates. People who look alike are usually soulmates." Dion and I looked at each other. Then look away. The driver didn't know that we were husband and wife, even though it was only a title without a feeling.

On the day of the wedding, the entire estate was lit up in dazzling brilliance. Guests arrived one after another. Social elites from across Europa, powerful financiers, and representatives from major mafia families all gathered under one roof. Standing before the extravagant scene, Lewis gave a rare smile. After the wedding, he would move into the master suite of the estate with me, and we would finally become a family. With that, all the past arguments and misunderstandings would slowly fade away. Just then, Quinn walked toward Lewis with a smile. She was wearing an ornate wedding dress, the one Lewis had spent a fortune having custom-made in France. It was a one-of-a-kind piece, originally

“THIS is the wedding you take me to?” “What better way to prove you’re over him than to attend his wedding?” Zane chuckled mischievously. “With me,” he added, pulling me in close to his side. I looked around. It was a grand affair, with dazzling lights and elegant decorations. Scarlett had clearly spent a long time planning it; it was decadent and elaborate. Caleb and I had been married hastily in a very basic ceremony. This was the complete opposite.

Sadie would never let anyone dictate to her. First Sadie and Axel thought spending an entire weekend binge watching Naruto from the beginning barely sleeping was a good idea. How they watched 500 episodes in four days I don't know. They then started planning the wedding from there. We've been planning our wedding for a month and all I've chosen was who I wanted as my groomsmen and best man. Sadie doesn't have many friends in Chicago, so she chose Tianna as her maid of honor and Jessica as a bridesmaid.

92 Liam The kingdom was alive with excitement for my upcoming wedding with Sophia. Every corner of the palace was adorned with flowers, silks, and banners in shades of gold and cream, the official colors of our union. The cheerful buzz of servants, musicians, and decorators filled the air, but none of it could drown out the suffocating weight in my chest.

Then I leaned in, gently pressing my lips against hers in a soft, fleeting peck. It lasted only a second. Just enough for tradition. Just enough to make it official. When I pulled back, she finally met my eyes. There was no warmth in her gaze. No joy. But there was also no sadness. It was just… blank. I forced a smile as the crowd erupted in cheers. People clapped, some even whistled. They thought this was a happy day. A beautiful wedding. A perfect union. But only Tammy and I knew the truth.

I just want Tammy’s big day to go off without a hitch, I thought. Morning arrived with the crisp scent of fresh frost. The wedding venue was the Grand Apex, the most elite five-star hotel in the city center. Layla and Hayden were up with the sun, demanding to be taken to the hotel immediately. To their shock, the lobby was already teeming with early arrivals and pack members.