Stephanie Soo Fiance Face Novels & Stories

She tells me with a smile on her face. “Now you need to sit down so we can get you ready, you have a very antsy groom and if we aren't outside in an hour you and I both know that he's going to come in here and get you himself.” Stephanie tells me and I smile because that's the truth, but I'm not complaining that's the man I fell for, that's the man that I love and in a few hours, he's going to be my husband. ¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤

He’d been counting the minutes until he could politely leave the room and retire to his private suite when an eager young brunette had latched on to him. “I am Stephanie of Nassau,” she’d announced breathlessly. “Nice to meet you.” The woman looked at him as if expecting Damiano to know who she was. She was young, definitely stunning, and determinedly sparkling. “I am Damiano, a friend of the groom,” Damiano added. “And I am the bride is my first cousin,” she’d explained, forgiving him because he admitted he was a friend of the groom. “Great,” he replied politely. She started talking, but he wasn’t really listening. He was trying to find the perfect opportunity to leave that inferno. As she

, Allison. "I don't know what you're up to, Allie." She got in, and stopped him from closing the door behind her. "I am not alone, Jon." "Then who is with you?" he asked, walked to the kitchen and got a bottle of wine from his rack. A woman walked in after Allison, and locked the door. Jon was shocked upon seeing her. "Hi Jonathan," He was obviously disappointed, "What are you doing here, Stephanie?" He turned to Allison, "What is this about?" Allison walked towards him and took his hand, "Jon, I wanted to introduce you to a great friend, but I presume you already knew each other," she paused and glanced at Stephanie. "We do, but it's not what you think." Jon took her hands off his, "What ar

She was confident in herself that he would be miserable, but… why is he doing the opposite? Stephan finally let go of Mariana. He turned to Florence, pretending he was only seeing her now. “Florence?” “You… Who's she?” Stephan snorted and lazily put his hands on Mariana's waist. “Why do you care? We are no longer together, remember? Nevertheless, since you want to know, let me introduce you to my Fiancée.” he paused there because he didn't know the girl's name. “Baby, meet Florence, she's just a pass by in my life,” he said to Mariana.

So, if I showed up now, all of her anger would fade into the air like mist. “I’m supposed to be with Ana right now," I said, and Stephen looked at me like I just hit my head. "Alright," Stephen said tersely and took a sip from his drink. "It's not nice to keep your wife waiting." “Actually, she's my fiance,” I corrected. Calling her my wife was a little overboard. I'm still trying to adjust to her being my fiance, a wife. Nah, too extreme. Stephen gave me a look of 'I didn't ask for an explanation' and continued with his drink.

He was also displeased. “Ah, we’re so different. I graduated from a renowned university, and I’m working in a big company now. Besides, my boyfriend is the CEO of a huge company in Grayvale. He has a bright future,” Stephanie said smugly. “Oh, right, you might know him. He used to be in the same class, too. He’s here tonight. “Oh, look, here he comes.” Stephanie pointed. Dustin looked over, and his face was full of conflict.

“I’m so sorry. It’s my fault your suit got dirty. Maybe I can clean it for you?” He said nothing. But I could tell from his eyes that he knew I was not telling the truth. “Wrenna, from today on, we’re husband and wife. You don’t need to apologize to me. It’s just a piece of clothing. Even if you hit me, it must mean I did something wrong.” His deep voice made my ears warm, and my cheeks quickly turned red. Luckily, Marco did not say anything more about the flour. He walked me out of the restaurant and put his blazer over my head.

"So you're Wendy's boyfriend? The one with a tiny wiener?" He brushed some wet hair off her collar like he'd done it a million times before. "What are you doing here? My personal training sessions are expensive, you know. You think a leech like you can afford it?" "Personal training? What kind of personal training involves getting your lower bodies tangled up together?" I whipped out my phone and shoved the Live Photo in their faces. Wendy went white as a sheet. Not because she felt guilty, but because she was enraged that she got caught.

After I was done with work, I went home feeling fatigued as I pushed the door open. I immediately saw Helen sitting on the sofa. She quickly hid her phone and forced a smile at me. "You're home. Zack's father is feeling much better. They're returning to their hometown tomorrow." I nodded and took off the engagement ring from my finger. I placed it on the table. "You can start packing your things. It's not appropriate for us to be together since we've broken up."