Wedding Letters To The Bride Novels & Stories

At my continued silence, Mom snapped impatiently, "Don't get upset about it. Alex and Erica had to carry on the family name for us, and it hasn't been easy for them. It's only right to let them have a wedding ceremony. "Besides, it will still be your name on the marriage certificate with Erica. You're not suffering any loss." Dad took out a folded sheet of paper from his pocket and handed it to me. "Just read this out loud. You should start practicing now so you don't embarrass yourself during the ceremony." My hands trembled as I took the paper with the officiant's script printed on it. "On this beautiful day, as the officiant, I bear witness to the union of my beloved brother and my fiance

There are only two days left of this separation I think to myself as my eyes close. The second day of preparing for the Shinto celebration of marriage goes much like the first. My father and I share no laughs this time. Just command and obey. We return home early in the evening. Through the doors I am informed that my first letter has arrived. I take it to my room to read it. Draco, Thank you for the jewelry it is beautiful. It will look great on our wedding day and will match our ceremonial white. I look forward to being your bride. I await to see what you will gift me next.

Winnie, We don’t know each other well, but I want this wedding to be everything you want it to be given the circumstances. I have started an account with every bridal store in the area. I’ve given them strict instructions to spare nothing when it comes to you choosing the perfect dress for tomorrow. I’m eager to discover what dress you choose. I hope in time, I can change your mind about trusting me. I’ll be waiting for you at the altar. Yours, Archer I trace the word yours for what seems like the hundredth time. It was such an interesting word choice for him to use, and I’ve overanalyzed every reason why he’d do it. I guess in the eyes of the law—and those around us—he will be mine.

I pulled the letter out of the envelope and it read; ‘I know you were hoping we should have already planned the date for the marriage ceremony by now, but I want you to be there and I wouldn't want to stress you and the baby, so we've moved the date 'again'. I've missed you and my grandbaby so much. I'll be paying a visit to take care of you, though I have no doubt Thane would beat me to that. I will be there soon. Love you." I couldn't help but smile at the letter. "If I knew letters could make you smile this so wide, then I'll send you one every single day for the rest of your life." "That's scary Thane." "I was aiming for romantic actually." he said with a smile.

I placed my glass on the railings and only then did I take the letter and unfolded it carefully. My Lord Duke Novellia, written on the letter. My eyes darted across the page, spotting my own name alongside the words "wedding" and "union." It did not take long before it dawned on me that this was a marriage proposal written by my father. I furrowed my brows as I took in the realisation that I was getting married, possibly, if he had agreed to. I tried to find comfort in the thought of marrying a duke, convincing myself that it would bring union and prestige to our family. Hold on, if this letter was sent to him, then the person that I was talking to right now is a…DUKE?!

I dismissed the guard after collecting the letter. My body tightened the moment I tore it open. It was a letter from Harrow Wood pack showing they'd be sending delegates to my wedding. The increased prancing of my wolf in my mind reminded me of my last conversation with my uncle. I clenched my hands, crumpling the letter in my palms. “It's happening…it's fuvking happening…” My uncle’s plans were happening right before my eyes. Outside, the wedding preparations I didn't want were ongoing and now this!

Cecilia and Lucas’s wedding went ahead as planned. Cecilia wore a snow-white wedding gown, and Lucas was dressed in a black suit. Many of Summerville’s elite had attended Cecilia and Marcus’s wedding before. And now, Cecilia was getting married again, but this time, the groom was someone else. The ceremony began. Then the giant screen lit up— revealing 1,000 love letters. Every guest saw the date on the very last letter. It was from one year ago. ‘Cecilia, you finally said yes to my proposal. I’m so happy you’re marrying me. I’ll give you the most perfect love I can.’

“There's a reason they make waterproof mascara.” The envelope is wrinkled and there's a small tear in the corner, but my name is on the front in my mother's hand. I trace the letters, imagining her writing it and smiling. I open it. Dearest Ava, I wish I could be there today to cry at your wedding. Instead, I will be watching you from above and loving you with all my heart. I love you so much and I'm so incredibly proud to have called you mine. Love you more than words

As the choir began to sing the wedding song, filling the air with melodic harmony, Rach nudged me gently. "Here comes the bride, dressed all in light," she whispered, a hint of excitement in her voice. "Radiant and lovely, she shines in his sight." I took a deep breath, feeling a rush of nerves and anticipation. "That's your cue, beautiful blushing bride," Rach teased, giving me an encouraging smile. "You can be late to everything but your own wedding." With a nervous laugh, I straightened my veil and together, we made our way down to the venue, where the wedding ceremony was about to begin.

When Allera opened her mouth, no doubt to dash all my hopes and dreams, I rushed to add, “Certainly there’s something I can do from this chair. Address announcements? Work out a seating chart? Anything?” The bride-to-be started to shake her head, only to pause when her brain finally digested my offer. “Actually, yes, that’s a brilliant idea. I hate letter-writing. And the idea of writing the same announcement, draft after draft, was giving me a headache. Would you mind terribly taking over the task?” “Not at all,” I said, since it’d been my idea in the first place. “I’d be delighted.”