Wedding In The Stars Novels & Stories

But my superiors at work had warned me repeatedly to control my temper—to show restraint and avoid physical confrontation whenever possible. I forced a deep breath and spoke coolly. "Whatever your relationship with Yves is, the wedding is mine to plan. Please leave." Nina ignored me and instead barked orders at the crew. "Yes, put the dead rat here. That'll set the mood. The curse will then take effect." The church looked like a scene from a nightmare; my anger flared. Walking away seemed tempting, but if I canceled the wedding outright, I would lose face—and my parents would tear me apart. For their sake, I kept my temper and softened my voice.

He looked at me and tried to explain, "Selena's really afraid of heights. The last time we rode on a Ferris wheel, we were trying to overcome our fear together." "You don't have to explain. Just take her home," I said. "Wait here. I'll come back for you after sending her home." I watched him drive off before turning and walking away. I'd waited for him too many times, and this time, I'd no longer do the same. On my way to the airport, Andrew kept flooding my phone with messages. "Ivy, shall we have our wedding under the Ferris wheel? You said we'd kiss at the top and exchange rings with Heaven as our witness."

My hazy mind slowly grasped back on reality and I jerked up to see several women, young and old, smiling silly at me. I blink. Then I blink some more. ...Did I have a memory lapse or did I get amnesia? That too on my wedding day because I clearly can't remember knowing these ladies, wearing this 90ish ruffly white dress or this awfully flashy room. The women were observing me with shy giggles and whispering things like 'she's pretty.' 'New Luna...' and 'the girl…' I shook my head to clear my head then tapped my temple for good measure.

I rake my hands through my hair, now I’m catching some of those good old-fashioned nerves. Atlas blows out, inhales and exhales. “Got it, let’s go meet my bride.” The wedding is taking place at the Four Seasons Hotel in Minneapolis, Fallon and Atlas have hired out both of the ballrooms and having seen them morning, they look like something out of a fairytale with white billowing curtains hanging down, large white rose displays on the tables, and draping along the top table. “You’ve got this.” I slap Atlas on the back and open the door of the suite for him to lead the way.

The sparks had disappeared which eases me slightly, knowing I was probably hallucinating when we kissed back in the wedding hall. ''Right. For the wedding album,'' She replies. As we enter the banquet hall, we stop in the middle of the entrance as we both look around at the decorations. The sky has darken as our wedding was being held in the evening due to a better sky view during the ceremony which is the best choice as the stars are a brighter tonight, including the moon.

Zoey stifled a laugh, "This is hard to say, Carolyn has been looking forward to this day for a long time." At 10:28, all the crystal lights in the banquet hall went out, and a spotlight shone on the entrance door of the banquet hall. The double doors slowly opened, and Carolyn, dressed in a wedding gown and wearing exquisite makeup, appeared in the sight of everyone, holding Braylen's arm. The wedding dress named Love Star was designed by Zoey for Carolyn, and there is only one in the whole world. This wedding dress was embroidered with silver thread to create sparkling stars. The waist was adorned with distinct layers of roses, making it both mysterious and romantic. The strapless style enh

The wedding unfolded on New Year's, and the entire city resonated with the booming echoes of fireworks. It was arguably the most extravagant wedding in the history of Angelbay, featuring a fleet of 100 luxury cars. Journalists wished they could run alongside the car fleet and capture the moment. Yet, they were unable to photograph the newlyweds from behind. The procession arrived at the Xanders, and Reuben emerged from the passenger seat, promptly opening the back door. Evan stepped out with a flower bouquet, exuding an elegant presence. Glancing up at Caroline's second-floor room, he cracked a smile.

" Mark ripped the flower off his chest and looked apologetically at Sharon. "Sorry, Sharon. Claire is mad at me. I have to calm her down." Mark ran out of the hotel, ignoring Sharon's heartbreaking cries. He pulled out his phone to check the news and found out where my wedding with Andy was being held. By the time he arrived, our ceremony had already finished. Since my injury had not fully healed, Andy had driven me back to the Selton Mansion. Mark could not find me in the hotel. He was unwilling to give up, so he went straight to the Seltons to look for me.

It was indeed a very fine day. As the wedding was announced to the public, the city was in an uproar. Arabella Jones and Bill Sky became an internet sensation for a week and their wedding was the top most searched topic around the world. The grand wedding was held inside Sky’s 7-star hotel. Fancy decorations and white flowers embellished the entire event room. Invited guests dressed elegantly like they were attending the most important event in the city. Only a few significant people were invited to the wedding.

The rough touch carried the intense heat unique to werewolves, as if it could burn my skin. "Then you wait for me to marry you?" His voice was low and hoarse, with an unquestionable majesty. "What? Are you really willing?" He was stunned for a moment, and then asked incredulously, "I am tyrannical and abuse women. Won’t you reconsider?" I looked straight into his eyes and nodded. His smile instantly widened, revealing more sharp teeth, like a wolf that finally caught its prey. "Then it's settled!" There was a hint of excitement in his voice, "But don't worry, after all, you are my Luna. I have to prepare well. I will come to pick you up after I have begun prepare the preparations for our wed