The Last One At The Wedding Novels & Stories

He quietly ordered Oscar to take Eunice backstage and have her presentable again. For the sake of both Powell Group and himself, this wedding had to go on. However, Eunice could no longer bear the judgmental looks and whispers from the guests. She broke down completely and fled the wedding venue. All that remained of the wedding was a grim-faced groom. And so, this farce billed as the "Wedding of the Century" finally came to an end with the bride running away. It wasn't until the afternoon of the day after the wedding that Eric finally found Eunice huddled beside a pile of garbage, muttering to herself over and over, "I'm not the bride."

She marched up to the stage, pulled me behind her, and told the Larsons: "We're not going through with this wedding! From now on, the Smiths and the Larsons are done with each other!" Noelle freaked out as the wedding was about to be called off. "Darcy, Howard's just being silly. I'll get him to come and say sorry right now." I just laughed. "Okay, I'll give him another chance. If you can get him on the phone, I'll act like nothing happened." Elias squeezed my hand tight, and I whispered to him, "Don't worry, Howard's not coming back." Noelle was desperate, dialing Howard's number over and over.

Third Person POV The grand ballroom of the Langham glittered like a jewelry box. Golden fairy lights dripped from the ceiling, candles flickered on every table, and the scent of white roses and vanilla floated through the air. The band played a smooth, soulful version of “At Last,” and the newly married Mr. and Mrs. Joshua Carter stood at the center of it all, glowing. Josh kept one arm locked around Cassie’s waist, his thumb tracing small circles on the silk of her wedding gown every time someone stepped away after congratulations.

IT'S LIKE A FAIRY TALE (MATURE CONTENT) DRAKE'S POV I watched as the last guest left. The wedding was over but our forever begins. I held on to my bride as we left the wedding hall for my mansion. I had asked my workers to make themselves scarce and ensured that no one would disturb us, after all, it was our wedding night and there was so much we should be doing and that did not involve having guests and family or friends witnessing it.

When he reached the door, he turned around and said, "I promise this is the last time, Gianna! We'll have the wedding tomorrow! After the baby's born, you'll have all my time and all of me!" He sounded confident, and the look in his eyes was so sincere, like this was finally a promise that would hold. I expressionlessly watched him leave in a rush. Last time? There wouldn't be a next chance, Rafael. … The next day at Littlewood Chapel, the wedding site was transformed into a grander display than the day before. Pure-white roses and lilies lined the aisle all the way to the altar, and the air hung thick with the scent of expensive perfume. Guests murmured as their eyes occasionally drifted to

The smirk is still on his lips. He turns and walks down the altar steps without me. His brothers follow. His cousins. Then the rest of the Valenti family files out of the pews in a smooth, organised sequence, as though this too had been choreographed, and I stand at the altar in my wedding dress watching my husband leave his own ceremony, and I am still standing there when the last of them reaches the door. Alone.

Then he basically galavanted down the aisle, in long, purposeful strides, pausing occasionally and flashing a smile at the crowd. “Photo op,” he exclaimed loudly, causing me to roll my eyes playfully and for people to giggle. He was quite the show stopper, that Adonis, and when he finally got to the front, he turned and bowed dramatically, causing more giggles. That was it. That was the wedding the party. There was only one person left now. “All rise,” the Justice of the Peace said as the music changed to Canon in D Minor. Everyone got to their feet, their heads turned towards the door in the back in eager anticipation as the doors opened and Willow appeared.

Jayden yelled angrily. Marina calmly reverted her eyes from the guests and looked at Jayden with humor in her gaze. "I do not know you, Sir. I only have one groom and he is Aiden Wellington. If you have a problem with that, then you can leave too." "The wedding is over after all," Marina remarked with a smile. "Youuuuuuu!!!!...." "Youuuuuuu..... How dare you...." Jayden yelled gritting his teeth, he raised his hand to hit Marina.

“Dylan, are you okay? What the heck are you talking about? Of course, my sister can't go to your wedding. She’s getting married today too.” Dylan felt like he had been struck by lightning. He froze, completely stunned, and his mind went blank. His hand trembled as he gripped the phone, hardly believing what he had just heard. “M-Married?” he forced the word out. “To who?!” His voice rose uncontrollably. “Haven’t you seen the financial magazine or headlines lately? She’s marrying the heir of the Muller family—Jasper Muller.”

The excitement that should've come with a wedding was gone, replaced by utter exhaustion. Facing the mocking looks below, I spoke calmly. "The wedding is over. This will be our last."