Wedding In The Stars Novels & Stories

"Yeah, is today seriously Wanda's wedding?" Easton laughed it off. "Look at her. Who in their right mind would actually marry her?" His friend quickly agreed. "Right? What kind of rich guy would ever go for someone like her?" Tina was still frozen in shock, muttering to herself, "How could it be Gavin Hackett? That's impossible!" A low, magnetic voice cut through the crowd. "Wanda, what are you waiting for? Come up here." The man standing onstage smiled at me warmly and held out his hand.

For Lin Wei, all these things that she was doing was out of her work but for Chu Nian they all were care. The shooting instantly started with all the other people coming on the sets and getting ready as well. Today they were supposed to shoot a full movie poster and a couple of scenes where the King was supposed to get married to the first queen while the second queen would be jealous over the matter. The second queen would be the younger sister of King's advisor. Unfortunately, when this marriage was proposed, the advisor was out to seek an alliance for the war. Due to this, the advisor's younger sister loses her chance of getting married to Colin and this leads to the king getting married

Only the orphanage director attended to give her away. The church was filled with Albert's family and friends. The wedding theme was romantic starry sky, with lighting that created an ambiance of a star-filled night. The T-stage was adorned with countless roses, and beside them, par lights, floor lights, and spotlights twinkled like starlight. Clarissa, dressed in a white wedding gown, stood at one end of the T-stage, with star lights casting a glow on her as if she was in the Milky Way, shining brightly. Watching Clarissa at that moment, tears welled up in Luana's eyes. Clarissa, who had been by her side for half her life, was now handing herself over to Albert.

phone calls were always available, unconditionally, without accounting. At twelve-thirty Damien texted. Damien: How is the office? Zara: Exactly as I left it. Mrs. Badmus has expanded the starfish brief. Damien: The beach wedding client. Zara: You remembered. Damien: I remember everything you tell me. How bad is the expansion? Zara: She wants a starfish on the boutonniere. A pause. Then: Damien: Define starfish on the boutonniere. Zara: An actual dried starfish. Pinned to the lapel. Of the groom. At a wedding.

"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?"

My hands shook with rage as I slammed the door and left. When I finally got home, the suffocating anger still would not dissipate. Then, of all people, Mr. Hundred-Times showed up. He shoved his hand with the diamond ring right in front of my eyes. "Sharon gave this to me! She’s taking me to the Maldives for our honeymoon. The tickets are already bought!" I felt dazed. When we first got married, we were poor. The word "honeymoon" only existed in the promises she painted for me. Later, when we had money, she could not even be bothered to paint the promise anymore.

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.

"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."

Instead, she pinned the groom's boutonnière on his chest. "You don't have a choice. Tell Myra to stop crying. She should save some for later." Oscar bit his lip and said, low and tense, "Who are you letting her marry? Do you get pleasure from crushing someone's pride?" "Today's my wedding. I don't wanna fight. Get in the car!" Shirley forced him into the car with her. The ride was silent. When they arrived at the hotel, she immediately spotted Theo and George in black suits, clapping excitedly.

Every star above, every soft breeze, every distant sound became a part of their shared promise—a promise that, no matter what challenges lay ahead, their love would remain unyielding. --- The next day, the celebrations continued. The wedding was more than just a ceremony—it was a declaration to the world that their love was real, and it would endure. Invitations were sent out to close friends and family, and soon, the villa was filled with warm laughter, heartfelt toasts, and the clinking of champagne glasses.