Synopsis Of The Wedding People: A Novel Novels & Stories

Any similarities of a real person, living or dead are purely coincidental. We all want a magical, ecstatic and exquisite church wedding. You're just thirteen yet you're already dreaming and planning your wedding day with the man of your life. Wearing the most elegant white bridal gown with a medium slit at the back, starting from the shoulder to an inch higher from your waist. The gown must fit your body to flaunt those curves. Hiring the best make-up artist in town to do the miracle. You are the queen. You are the star. Your parents will walk with you on the aisle as your groom waits for you at the altar. Family members and friends are invited to witness your magical day. As the priest dec

The moment she saw me arrive, a wicked glint flashed in her eyes. "Natalie, you’re finally here! Where’s the groom? Why isn’t he here yet? Oh my God! Don’t tell me the groom abandoned you on your wedding day!" Whispers began spreading through the crowd. "Wasn’t the groom supposed to be from the Lawsons? Is it not him up there?" "Could it be one of the old Lawson man's illegitimate sons?" "The groom still hasn’t shown up. Did he really call off the wedding?" Olivia clung to Quentin’s arm, looking at me triumphantly.

I understand the pressure of the workplace and support his career, so I take on all the housework voluntarily, keeping our home tidy and organized so he can relax when he comes home. Our life is plain and routine, without dramatic ups and downs or messy conflicts. To outsiders, we are just an ordinary young couple. The only thing is that busyness has reduced our time together, and most of our conversations are about daily chores, with less of the intimate interaction we had when dating. But this is common in adult marriages, and I never thought anything bad of it. Our third wedding anniversary was in one week. I wanted to prepare a gift quietly to add a little ceremony to our dull life. Usin

Claudia announced with mock cheer, “isn’t this cozy? A beggar’s wedding with barely a soul to witness it.” Vanessa snorted, covering her mouth as though she couldn’t contain her delight. “I can’t believe this is happening,” she whispered loud enough for everyone to hear. “Elena, in her dirty apron, is marrying a man dressed like a vagrant. Perfect!” Heat rushed to my cheeks. My fists clenched at my sides, nails biting into my palms. I wanted to vanish, but Adrian only pulled out the chair beside him at the registrar’s desk and said firmly, “Sit.”

A sorrowful wedding night later turned into a happy ending. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thanks for reading. The wedding has officially come to an end. Thank you all for reading this lovely story up till now. I appreciate my dedicated readers and my ghost readers. I love you all and I hope you keep supporting me. TWN has officially signed out. Love y'all Oluwatosin melody.

Jared's POV I didn't stick around. I went home. My neighbor did a double take. "Jared? Why are you home? Wasn't your wedding today?" I'd been planning that wedding forever. Everyone knew. So yeah, getting ditched at the last second? Not exactly easy to hide. I didn't stop unlocking the door. "We're not getting married. She's busy." Busy giving her ex a wedding. Pity flickered across my neighbor's face, but she was nice enough not to ask.

"This isn't rented. My husband bought me both the dress and the ring." Easton burst out laughing. "You're unbelievable, Wanda. You should write fiction. I'd actually marry you if that were true!" His friends joined in, raising their voices on purpose. "Yeah, didn't you say today was your wedding day?" "So where's the groom? There are dozens of tables waiting. Don't mess around now!" Tony, whom I'd just slapped, shouted even louder, his face red with anger. "Yeah, call the groom out! Everyone's dying to witness this so-called love story!"

My hands shook with rage as I slammed the door and left. When I finally got home, the suffocating anger still would not dissipate. Then, of all people, Mr. Hundred-Times showed up. He shoved his hand with the diamond ring right in front of my eyes. "Sharon gave this to me! She’s taking me to the Maldives for our honeymoon. The tickets are already bought!" I felt dazed. When we first got married, we were poor. The word "honeymoon" only existed in the promises she painted for me. Later, when we had money, she could not even be bothered to paint the promise anymore.

Never I imagined that his haunted past would cause even the only thing we had to crumble before my eyes. *** Margaux’s POV. Flashes of camera, buzzing sound from the paparazzi and anxious looks from the guests filled my eyes when I started walking down the aisle. My feet immediately stopped when I noticed one important piece was missing. “Where’s Clyde?” I asked the maid-of-honor the Monroes assigned for my wedding. “Beats me,” she just shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly as if she didn’t care at all. My eyes roamed this grandeur wedding plaza in search of him, but to no avail.