Synopsis Of The Wedding People: A Novel の小説・ストーリー

Ayanna POV After a few weeks, Jenny informed us about her wedding, and everyone was especially happy for her. It was a joyous moment, and we all looked forward to celebrating with her. Although Jenny insisted I help with the wedding preparations, she was clear about one thing—she didn’t want anything extravagant. She preferred a simple yet elegant ceremony. The wedding was set to take place in the garden of the main family mansion at dusk, with the reception held in the same venue. Unlike most brides who invite hundreds of guests, Jenny kept her wedding intimate. She invited only close friends and family—people she knew genuinely cared about her happiness. It was a small but meaningful celeb

The wedding music kept looping through the venue, but due to my absence, the grand wedding had to come to an abrupt end. Guests stood around exchanging uncertain glances, and whispered conversations echoed across the hall. “What happened? This is the Don’s wedding of the century, and the bride didn’t even show up?” “That can’t be right. Everyone knows Lewis dotes on Eve, and she’s a subject of envy in all of Napels. Why would she choose to run away from that kind of power and a wedding like this?”

“Arga… look at this, this building is absolutely stunning,” Deviana said as she stepped into the lobby of the luxurious wedding venue. Her eyes sparkled, taking in the soaring ceilings adorned with glittering crystal chandeliers. Arga smiled, holding her hand gently from behind. “I knew you’d like it. It’s exclusive, but elegant—perfect for us.” Deviana turned to him, a soft smile on her lips. “I can’t believe it… we’re finally starting to plan everything. After everything that’s happened… it feels like a dream.”

I thought Navia loves June? “Ah, I forgot to introduce myself properly.” The young blonde man broke the awkward silence between the four of us, “As you can see, I’m Van and I’m here to –“ “He’s here for our marriage.” Navia’s words cut off Van’s. I was startled by the sudden revelation that I dropped the fork I was holding. It made a clanging noise that echoed in the room. “M-Marriage?” The word didn’t almost come out of my mouth. My throat went dry.

"Everyone knows that you love Sabrina. How could you possibly marry someone else? Sabrina loves you too. That's why I'm willing to give the two of you my blessing…" Tears welled up in his eyes as he spoke. "That's impossible," Sabrina mumbled. "There's simply no way that you're married. You wore my favorite red shirt today. You even used my favorite cologne. You knew that I was going to propose to you today, didn't you?" I didn't understand why, but I was suddenly struck with the realization that it was pointless to talk to them. "I'm married," I repeated. "Our relationship ended three years ago, Sabrina. I'm a married man now, so stop bothering me. My reputation will be affected if someone

Too… flashy, too showy, too loud and too bloody unnecessary if you ask me. I'd been standing near the edge of the garden for the past twenty minutes pretending to admire the rose bushes while actually just trying to avoid making small talk with people I didn't know. The bride was some distant cousin of the Grecos and the groom was from another family I'd never heard of, but apparently this wedding was important enough that both the Torrisis and Corsinis had to show up and smile and act like we were all one big happy alliance. "You look like you want to murder someone."

Her story became a beacon of hope, inspiring those who sought redemption and a chance at a brighter future. In the midst of our collective healing, a new chapter in our lives unfolded. Ava and Adrian's wedding became a celebration of love, resilience, and second chances. Surrounded by family and friends, we exchanged vows, pledging our commitment to each other and to the unwavering belief that love had the power to overcome even the greatest of trials.

She wanted everyone to know that her son, who was in a wheelchair, married Princess, who gave him a beautiful son and put a stop to all the stupid rumors. The wedding was held on a huge golf coast, and everyone who was a somebody in the city was invited. Sarah stood in front of a mirror, staring at the white fairytale ball gown with her blonde hair curled into long curls. A year ago, if anyone told her she was marrying Ezra Klein, she would kick them in the face, but there she was about to marry the man that she hurt. The man she searched for, found him, betrayed him, but finally love conquered all.

Women designed ribbons and hung them around the town square. Men carried barrels of alcohol, their laughter louder than necessary, as if to forget the fact that it was weird that a wedding was taking place immediately after an exile or a Luna. The children who were oblivious to the politics, chased each other through the crowd, giggling among themselves loudly. The healers had declared both Callum and Abigail free of the poison, it was a miracle that had made Edgar push for the wedding, claiming it would unite the pack. But not everyone shared his enthusiasm.