Novel & Cerita The Sixth Wedding

Grace said as she dunked her coffee, "I was so worried for you, why didn't you call me back, jackass?" "So you would miss me?" June said. Grace let out an incredious laugh and stood up. "Invite me to your wedding,if you and officer Ting ever got married." she said and waved June goodbye, before he would come up with a comeback. June just laughed and shook his head. He watched Grace walk away and got back to his work. Grace walked through the busy streets and smiled to herself. "I am really happy for you," she said to herself. [Female lead's favorability rate towards June Weng+10 current favorability rate 50%]

"But I don't want to marry you anymore. You lied to me for two whole years while sleeping with my best friend. You got her pregnant, registered your marriage with her, and still came back pretending to love me. "You used the past to stab me where it hurt most. You called me dirty right to my face and said no one would ever want me. I gave you five years of my life with my whole heart, and all I got in return was betrayal. I will never marry a piece of trash like you." By the time I finished shouting, my voice had cracked. Blake's face grew paler and paler. He struggled to crawl toward me, reaching out to clutch the hem of my wedding dress.

As Harold's parents comforted me, they pulled me into their car, and we sped toward the wedding venue. Inside the church, the center aisle was covered in Juliet roses, the kind of arrangement that must have cost a fortune. At the altar, the pastor was already reciting the wedding vows. Before him stood Leila, wearing a gown worth tens of millions, and Harold. She gazed up at him with bright, loving eyes. Just as they were about to exchange rings, with romantic music drifting through the hall, Derek charged in and shouted for the ceremony to stop.

Six Years Later Hazel POV: In a vast Santorini sky, the sun's rays beam down upon a joyful occasion. The balmy breeze was laden with the scent of wildflowers. A gentle melody of an orchestra intermingles with sophisticated murmurs of the stylishly garbed guests, seated at tables adorned by sumptuous feasts. It is the wedding day of Serge and Katie. On a raised platform, the well-dressed groom eagerly awaits his bride to walk down the aisle. Next to him stood Bilal and the ever-reserved appearing Grigori and Huxley.

Taking his hand she climbed the stairs. After that, the wedding ceremony started. They promised each other a marriage of happiness and love. They also exchanged their rings. " Xenia Evans, do you take Ajax Hernandez as your lawfully wedded husband?" The father asked Xenia. Xenia's breath hitched. Having a nervous smile she looked at Ajax who was waiting for her reply. He blinked his eyes assuring her that he would take care of her forever. Smiling at him, she replied," I do." " Ajax Hernandez, do you take Xenia Evans as your lawfully wedded wife?" the father asked Ajax who was becoming desperate to kiss his bride.

Sylvia says with a dreamy sigh. “I can imagine! When’s the wedding?” I ask. “The week after Spencer’s–the last week of June, the week after the Summer Solstice.” My heart suddenly plummets. “Wait, Spencer’s getting married during the last week of June?” “Yeah,” Sylvia replies. “Why?”

Sheldon also said respectfully, “Please rest assured, Mr. Wade. I will not invite any miscellaneous friends to attend my wedding with Yashita. Aside from you and your confidantes, I will only invite the Schulz family members to witness our wedding.” “Okay.” Charlie nodded and said, “In that case, I will send someone to bring Lord Schulz and your son, Jaime, to Aurous Hill before your wedding.” After saying that, Charlie said again, “But I will make something clear to you first. After attending your wedding, Lord Schulz will be sent back to Madagascar, and Jaime will be sent back to continue his pilgrimage.” Sheldon nodded and said respectfully, “We will follow everything in accordance with y

He had very less time to take action. Six Days Later : The Day of The Wedding "Have all the guests arrived? Nothing is wrong, right? Everything is in place?" Lara worriedly checked on everything that was being decorated and handed out. It was almost time for the bride and groom's entry. The guests had already arrived. She did not want anything to go wrong.

"Kent, well done! You completely trampled the boss's aesthetic sense!" Kent awkwardly rubbed his nose, "You were in such a hurry at the time. As luck would have it, apartment 606 at Water Pavilion Gardens had just been decorated by an elderly lady for her son's wedding. I thought it was perfect—we'd save on renovations. Who knew what was inside?" "No worries. When you get married, I'll personally find someone to decorate for you. I'll make sure it's unforgettable." "Oh wait, I forgot you don't have a girlfriend and have never dated in your life."

Vivian's familiar handwriting sprawled across the page: *"Mother—I can't do this. I know what this means for the family, for the business, for everything we've worked for. But I can't marry a man I don't love for money, even to save us. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Give Elena my love. —V"* I read it twice, the implications crashing over me like waves. "She's not coming back." "The wedding is in six hours." Mother stood abruptly, pacing to the windows. "Three hundred guests. Media coverage. The mayor, two senators, half the Fortune 500. The merger contracts are signed contingent on this marriage."