The Last One At The Wedding Novels & Stories

Do you pledge to choose respect, kindness, and compassion toward one another, to listen deeply to one other, and to speak to one another truthfully, today and always? Couple: "We do." Their parents and their friends were witnessing the real wedding with their real love to bind together. Ivy couldn't stop sniffing and crying.

“If there is anyone here who has any reason why this couple should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace.” The church went silent. Not a breath, not a whisper. Then… A chair scraped against the floor. Aurelia’s head snapped up, her breath hitched as a familiar voice rang out from the back of the hall. “I do.” Her vision blurred for a second. Standing at the back of the hall, ready to say the forbidden words was no other than the man from last night. Her brother-in-law.

The day before my wedding, I discovered my fiancé's close female friend had turned the church into a bloody haunted house. When I confronted my fiancé, Yves Laurent, he blamed me for making a fuss. After I called the wedding off, he suddenly regretted it. - I never expected that Yves Laurent—who always seemed so honest and steady—could harbor such a grim, macabre taste. Our wedding was tomorrow. The whole city's respectable families would be in attendance; if they saw a horror-show themed ceremony, they would mock me without mercy.

I pinched it on the side and it ridiculously stopped me. "Hahaha. I love tickling you, maybe it would be better if you just kiss me." I turned my back on him and covered myself with a blanket. "I don't know about you!" I promise. The next day, it was really what everyone was waiting for. The fancy wedding. The police escorted me to the church. When arriving at the church, those who attended our wedding did not dance together. You thought it was a celebrity getting married because of the crowd. Especially when I started walking towards the altar where Joseph was standing there.

But still . Even for a moment, I want to remember, How to love, and be loved in return. "We have come to the close of this wedding." "The couple has some business to attend to." The crowd erupted in cheers. It's over?

"Now get the fuck out of here, now!" "Is it the power of true love?" Hendrix winks. Demetrius ignores him and takes me by the hand, and together we exit the room. "I know it's love!" Hendrix yells behind us. He sure knows how to get on Demetrius's nerves. We arrive at the banquet hall and Hendrix joins us soon after. ************************* Although I never want this magical moment to end, the wedding is finally over at last and we all head home. After some minutes of driving, we finally get to the mansion and I come down from the car. I cannot see Demetrius anywhere.

She eyes the crowd that was now forming on the platform, ready to see us off. "Don't have too much fun now, remember she's with child!" Suki and my mother yells like idiots with their hands to the corner of their mouths. The carpet begins to move away from the platform and raises high in the sky. This was only a third of my Kingdom that attended the wedding here. "So what happens now?" Hunnie says on her side. I pull her closer to me, rubbing on her thighs and stomach. "Now we just make love til we get home." "Mmm..Okay!" She says shockingly and I spread her legs with mine before situating myself there.

Even after all these years, he could still say things that can make her blush like a teenage girl. Smoothly, Colton then took her hand and kissed the top of it. Then, he let the music play on his phone and it was Etta James’s “At Last”, the song that they played on their wedding. ~ At last / My love has come along / My lonely days are over / And life is like a song ~ Colton smiled as he pulled her body close to him. He swayed to the music and she followed his rhythm. Sierra couldn’t drop the smile on her face as she rested her head on Colton’s chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat beating to the same beat hers was.

After a brief silence, her tone became pragmatic. “Then let’s set the wedding for a month from now.” After hanging up, I felt someone behind me. Ted was standing there. He held a gift box—black and gold, with a prominent logo of an Italian luxury brand. “A wedding?” he asked, frowning slightly. “Who’s getting married?” He stiffened, alert and wary. “It’s definitely not me,” I said casually. I smiled and shook my head gently. “Just a friend.” The tension on his shoulder almost instantly dissipated. The sight stung my chest.

I was finally getting married to the man who changed my life. As the soft music started to play outside, I took a deep breath. My bridesmaids smiled at me and fixed my dress. The air smelled of fresh roses and perfume. Everything looked magical. But inside, I felt a sharp pain. My mom wasn’t there. She was in the hospital, sick, weak, barely able to speak when I last saw her. She told me to go ahead with the wedding, that she would watch the videos later. She had been diagnosed with coronary artery disease weeks earlier. She smiled through her pain and said, “You’re marrying the right man, Rachel. He’ll take care of you, even when I’m not there.”