The Wedding People Novels & Stories

I opened it and sighed in relief when I realized it was mine. “You're a lifesaver.” I grinned as I ruffled his hair and he glared at me in annoyance as he moved towards the mirror and arranged his hair back in order. One would think: this was the wedding of the richest billionaire. Shouldn't it be crowded with wealthy people and paparazzi? I chuckled at the thought when I stared at the crowd and the only people seated were my employees, Ethan's parents, Rose's grandma, and Charlotte's Mom. It was the best wedding I could ever ask for. Private and peaceful. The media can know about it later.

A large group of people suddenly flooded the courtyard. They wore matching uniforms and tattooed an alphabet 'M' at the collar. Mrs. Morrison stood on the top step, overlooking the crowd. Her presence was full of pressure. "It seems everyone is here. Today, I officially announce that Chester will be expelled from the Morrisons. From now on, he's no longer my son nor a member of the Morrisons!" Susan stood up in fury, pointing at Mrs. Morrison.

The media erupted with shocking news of Sebastian’s secret wedding just days after their marriage. The revelation left everyone eager to uncover the identity of the mysterious woman who had captured the heart of the elusive bachelor. Women who had once dreamed of winning him for themselves were consumed with envy. The Blackwoods were no exception, though they seemed more intent on using the news to taunt Kaira. “I wonder what Mr. Ashford’s wife looks like,” Claudia mused aloud, her eyes glued to the headlines. “She must be incredibly beautiful and, no doubt, of high status.”

said Marvel quietly. "And you are the king," answered Keysha, smiling. They sat on the magnificent wedding chairs. All eyes looked at the bride and groom in awe. The invited guests consisted of business partners Marvel and Ryan, as well as Bagas and Farah. They invited relatives and close friends to their daughter's wedding, while Keysha invited several of her friends and clients. "Wow, someone has gone public," said Dimas, quipping at Alby, who came with Dewi. "Why does Dewi want to be with Alby?" Alena asked.

Joy, happiness, and cheerful faces filled the atmosphere of the party room. Every guest who was present in the warm conversation, how this moment they had been waiting for a long time. The marriage of their relative, July Foster, who they thought had no interest in romance. This celebration is limited to only relatives, close acquaintances, and co-workers of the bride and groom. But there is one different thing, on the invitation cards and party room decorations. There is not a single portrait of the groom and bride, even the names of the groom and bride are can be seen. Every guest could only wonder if it was part of the party concept.

Lighting up the night. And people. So many people. Outside. Inside. Spilling everywhere. "What is this?" "Wedding." Abel helped me down. "Someone's always getting married." We got closer. I could see it now. There was a couple in the middle of the floor. Clearly the bride and groom. Clearly four drinks past caring about dignity. Dancing like nobody was watching because everyone was watching and nobody cared. Her dress was covered in wine stains. His shirt half unbuttoned. Both of them laughing like nothing else existed.

The wedding music kept looping through the venue, but due to my absence, the grand wedding had to come to an abrupt end. Guests stood around exchanging uncertain glances, and whispered conversations echoed across the hall. “What happened? This is the Don’s wedding of the century, and the bride didn’t even show up?” “That can’t be right. Everyone knows Lewis dotes on Eve, and she’s a subject of envy in all of Napels. Why would she choose to run away from that kind of power and a wedding like this?”

I sank to the ground, covered my face with my hands, and sobbed like my heart was breaking. … I couldn't stay away when the day came. Some part of me had to see it for myself before letting go. The venue was stunning. Radiant light spilled over elegant flower arrangements, turning the whole place into something out of a dream. Delicate drapes swayed as petals drifted like snow, wrapping everything in a warm, magical glow. Around me, guests chatted happily, their glasses clinking in celebration. My chest ached. This was exactly the kind of wedding I'd always wanted.

The couple themselves smiled happily, feeling grateful and fortunate to have such a strong and loyal love between them. The wedding celebration, filled with love, happiness, and warmth, will always be an unforgettable memory for Afgan and Adelia and everyone who attended. And on that special day, they celebrated not only their wedding but also the beginning of a new adventure filled with love and happiness as a committed couple. Edward and Emily were also invited to the lavish party. They arrived at the party with a faint smile on their lips, but their presence hinted at the tension hidden behind their polite demeanor. Edward, with his neatly combed hair and well-pressed attire, was captivat

The stabbing pain in my chest grew sharper, and I had to lean against a pew, pressing hard against it. Before he left, Marco was still barking orders. "Isabella's family came to you because they trust you. You're the best planner in New York. This wedding has to be flawless." His eyes never left Isabella in that wedding dress. Of course, he didn't see how pale I'd become.