Novel & Cerita The Wedding People: A Novel Reviews

The moment she saw me arrive, a wicked glint flashed in her eyes. "Natalie, you’re finally here! Where’s the groom? Why isn’t he here yet? Oh my God! Don’t tell me the groom abandoned you on your wedding day!" Whispers began spreading through the crowd. "Wasn’t the groom supposed to be from the Lawsons? Is it not him up there?" "Could it be one of the old Lawson man's illegitimate sons?" "The groom still hasn’t shown up. Did he really call off the wedding?" Olivia clung to Quentin’s arm, looking at me triumphantly.

I only found it disgusting. "Thank you, but I do not eat other people's leftovers." Gary froze for two seconds before saying, "Come on, you won't even be able to finish it anyway. Why are you being so petty?" I zipped up my luggage and dragged it out while saying, "Sure. I'm petty." Gary reached his hand out to stop me, asking, "The wedding is in three days. Where are you going?" I was leaving for New Siland in three days too. To avoid any further problems, I replied, "The bride and groom can't stay with each other right before the wedding, so I'm heading home."

Any similarities of a real person, living or dead are purely coincidental. We all want a magical, ecstatic and exquisite church wedding. You're just thirteen yet you're already dreaming and planning your wedding day with the man of your life. Wearing the most elegant white bridal gown with a medium slit at the back, starting from the shoulder to an inch higher from your waist. The gown must fit your body to flaunt those curves. Hiring the best make-up artist in town to do the miracle. You are the queen. You are the star. Your parents will walk with you on the aisle as your groom waits for you at the altar. Family members and friends are invited to witness your magical day. As the priest dec

Laughter still lingered in the air, but it had now turned to tired goodbyes, the kind shared between distant relatives, old friends, and strangers who had just bonded over champagne and jollof rice. The wedding of Zara and Regan was trending. Every blog had picked it up. From the luxury designer dress to the glamorous guest list, people were already calling it the wedding of the year. But behind the glitz, behind the staged kisses and perfectly filtered reels, the newlyweds were quiet. Distant.

The wedding day dawned bright and cheerful, with a fresh, crisp air that filled the lungs with joy. The scent of blooming flowers and newly cut grass wafted through the grounds, creating a sweet and inviting aroma. Who would have thought that Emily was going to be marrying the man she had mistakenly kissed at a bar when she was sober? Emily, resplendent in her stunning white wedding gown, beamed with happiness as she prepared to walk down the aisle. Her mother, seated in a wheelchair, smiled proudly, her eyes shining with tears of joy.

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

Guests clustered in tightly knotted groups, some trailing the sweet trace of perfume as they whispered, eyes darting to the empty bride’s and groom’s tables and the sagging, half-finished wedding cake that sat exposed beneath the harsh gleam of the overhead lights. Denver stood in the middle of it all, his tie undone, jacket thrown over his shoulder. Across from him, India, his bride but not his wife, wore her white dress like protective armor, her eyes rimmed red from crying and laughing in the same hour. Around them, the survivors of Marcus’s family fled with tight-lipped dignity, but the rest—friends, coworkers, distant relatives—remained, torn between interest and worry. “You know,” Indi

I said, "Whatever it is, I'm going ahead with the divorce. The house you and your mother are currently occupying is my premarital property. I'll give you a week to move out." After that, I turned and left without another look back. I went to a hotel and had a good night's sleep. When I woke up the following morning, I saw that yesterday's debacle had made the local news. "Plot twist after plot twist—a woman uses her sister-in-law's identification to see a doctor and tries to frame her sister-in-law for having syphilis!" "Crazy woman claims daughter-in-law has an STD but ends up ruining her daughter's wedding." It was also through the Internet that I learned what had happened after Gretchen a

"So what, Dawn? Our wedding's next week. If we break up now, how will you explain it to your family?" Noelle immediately burst into tears. "I'm sorry, Dawn. I'll end the pregnancy right away." Blake instantly pulled her into his arms and glared at me coldly. "Don't you dare! Dawn Nichols, you had an abortion before—who knows if you can even still have children. You should be thanking Noelle instead. "The fact that I'm still willing to go through with the wedding with you is already more than generous enough. You're such a slut—who else other than me would even want you?"

"Mamma knew a long time ago that Ryder wasn't the one for you. A man who truly wants to marry you doesn't make you wait seven years without a ring. It's not too late to walk away. Everything for the wedding is already in place." "It's in three days. Take your time packing. No need to rush." So, in everyone else's eyes, it had always been crystal clear. And for seven years, I had believed his empty promises, letting him string me along. "Mamma, you choose. I don't have a preference. Just keep the ceremony simple." I heard footsteps behind me. Ryder had appeared at some point, and at the word "wedding," his voice turned sharp. "A wedding? What wedding?"