The Last One At The Wedding Novels & Stories

He had an indescribable, strange feeling as he watched Blake chase after Liam. In the lounge, only Blake and Liam were there. The waiter at the side said, "The wedding is over, and Eternal Seasons is closing. Miss, it's best to take this gentleman to rest in his room and leave tomorrow. "Mr. Jardin has already booked all the guest rooms, so there won't be any charges." Blake had no choice but to agree, "Okay, please help me with that."

"Okay, okay, I give up. Let go..." He finally released her, casually messing up her hair. Standing on the sidelines, I felt like the ultimate third wheel. It was glaringly obvious. Compared to me, Gina looked much more like Daniel’s bride. The house was being renovated to Gina's taste. The wedding was being styled to Gina's aesthetic. Flipping to a certain page, Gina suddenly said, "I want these flowers at the venue. Massive bunches of them. I’ve envisioned it for years." Daniel nodded. "Done. That is it."

“I am very glad to hear this from you, thank you for telling me,” I said finally, and meant it, in the strange, hollowed way you can mean something that should have broken you open and somehow didn’t. “Now I’d like you both to leave.” I let my eyes move away from them, back to the officiant, back to the unfinished sentence still waiting. “There’s a wedding happening here. And neither of you are part of it anymore.” Chapter 7: The Second Try

Finally, they stopped in front of a door covered in soft pink fabric. "She's in here," Dante said. "A word of warning—she is very excited to meet you. She has been talking about this wedding for months. She has been planning it since she was a little girl. Her future husband is a good man. A kind man. He has no connection to our family's business. And I intend to keep it that way." "You mean he doesn't know what your father does." "He knows what my father does. Everyone knows what my father does. But he doesn't know the truth about Chidi. He doesn't know the details. And I would appreciate it if you kept it that way."

The last of the guests left shortly after sunset. One by one, the vehicles disappeared beyond the gates. The music stopped, and the laughter faded. Lorenzo De Luca private estate slowly returned to its natural state. The wedding was over. I stood by the window of my room and watched the final convoy disappear into the darkness. For a moment, I thought I would feel different, since we are legally married. But nothing changed, instead I felt exactly the same. Just more trapped. A knock sounded at the door.

“Because you don’t look happy, Lila. You haven’t looked happy in months.” The words hit harder than they should have. “Wedding planning is stressful. That’s normal.” “It’s not the wedding planning.” He leaned forward, his voice low enough that only I could hear over the hiss of the espresso machine and the chatter of other customers. “Lila, he left you at the altar for a paper cut.” “He didn’t know it was just a cut—”

The candle that was shaped like a 2 on the cake felt like a joke. At the end of his call, as if Jason Smith felt guilty, he added, "I've neglected you lately, so once I'm done with this busy period, shall I take you to see the aurora?" I hung up, and our home went completely silent. Even the air seemed to be mocking my marriage. What a failure all of this was. It was at this time that Jason's assistant sent me a message on WhatsApp, asking in that familiar way what I wanted reimbursed this time and telling me to just name it.

GreenLee We were the last ones left at the table. The party had thinned out, the mariachi band packed up, and the waiter had stopped pretending not to eavesdrop. Luca was scrolling through flight confirmations, Mike was tracing circles on Sam’s back, and I—well, I was knee-deep in wedding plans that hadn’t been asked for.

One Last Time - Ariana Grande 🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯 Sheila's wedding! It's a long-awaited day. Since, lately, my friendship with Sheila has become more intimate, I've been preparing a dress all day long. I'm so excited to sip Sheila's Wedding. Finally, my friend is official too.

It was simple and classy nothing too extravagant and after yesterday's scene I didn't want to look too flashy. I walked the aisle before Carr, stood next to her when she took the vows and even with Nick around me, I was strong enough not to break down in front of him. But that was the last straw when I saw Nick talking to a young woman. It wasn't flirting but I couldn't see him with her. It just reminded me of yesterday. The wedding was almost over. There's still the reception though. Carr would understand if I left now right? No no, I don't want to spoil her mood now, on her wedding day.