Novel & Cerita Wedding Shenanigans

The once-perfect outdoor ceremony had descended into chaos—first with the sound system blasting nightclub music instead of the wedding march, and now with ominous dark clouds rolling in where clear skies had been promised all week. The chaos escalated rapidly. As the electronic dance music pounded through the speakers, several elderly guests clutched their pearls in horror. Mrs. Pemberton, the mayor's wife, nearly fainted when the bass drop hit during what should have been Tiffany's entrance. The wedding coordinator frantically gestured at the sound technicians, who seemed mysteriously unable to fix the "malfunction."

"What are you saying? The wedding is to be held in one month. How can I post it now? I can't let my million followers see it this easily. I want to see their anxiety and their desperation to see it. So, let them suffer until our wedding." Shishir cleared his throat before saying out in a solemn voice, “the wedding will not be held. You can do whatever you want with that dress.” “Wh- what?” Scarlett chuckled and added, “you are kidding, right? Come on don’t joke around the thing which makes no sense at all.” “It does make sense, SCARLETT…” he said, putting more pressure on her name. “What… what do you mean?” she stammered in a confused tone.

They both walked in the marriage canopy and saw servers were giving goblets to Sarah and Stefan and they both are proposing the toast to the guest. Ashley burned in jealousy again. Again, Sarah was ahead of her even in ritual, although she is ahead, for now, Ashley couldn't let her win every time. She moved forward, holding Ronald's hand, and stood behind Sarah and Stefan. A moment later, she looked around. When nobody was watching her, she forwards his leg and steps on Sarah's wedding skirt. Sarah took a step to toast to the very important client of Walters, but tripped and the champagne fell on the client.

“It’s a wedding and free food.” I resisted the urge to smack her as I saw the two idiots scream ‘Wo-hoo’ and almost knock over an old lady. “Janice, make them stop.” I commanded. “Fine but if they stop playing, they end up eating.” Janice shrugged. “Don’t shout at me if all these cookies get over.” I pressed my fingers to my forehead. “The wedding is going to start soon, can you please get a lease on those stupid mutts.” “Wow.” Janice whistled. “Someone didn’t have sex this morning.”

-What is happening? I looked at him, I knew that if I avoided him, he was going to want to know at all costs, he was so damn controlling. - the wedding - was what occurred to me - I'm organizing Rebecca's wedding and I have a serious problem because I don't know what to do - I dramatize -I do not understand - Yes, because we don't know if the tablecloth is white or gold or the path is gold or white. It's so difficult! - I'm exaggerating.

"I don't know how many times I've fantasized about standing beside Sherman in a wedding gown, only to find someone else has taken my place. All my years of planning and scheming have gone down the drain." However, Serena felt the situation might not be as dire as Claire imagined. "Don't be too quick to despair. Don't you think Sherman's grand wedding should've been announced to the world? Maybe I've exaggerated things a bit in my mind since I don't really know how families like theirs handle weddings."

“Did that just…” Sophia cut me off, grinning wickedly. “Oh, this wedding is officially perfect now.” “Sophia…” “Think about it,” she said, counting off on her fingers. “Bride sneaking out to find the groom? Check. Bridesmaid hooking up with a groomsman? Check. Drama, scandal, secrets? That’s exactly how the best weddings start.” I shook my head, unable to keep the laugh back. Her smirk widened. “Change of plans, Em. Forget Liam. We’re going back to torment Lisa.”

"Here! Let’s use this as your wedding ring instead! Just like in those TV dramas! So romantic, right?" I took the soda can with shaking hands. The laughter in her eyes stoked my fury. I lifted the can, ready to splash its contents on her— However, before I could, Quentin shielded her with his body. His groomsmen grabbed my arms, holding me back. "Natalie, have you lost your mind?!" "She’s just a bit delusional from the memory loss. Don’t take it personally!" "Yeah, today’s your wedding! Don’t be so petty."

377 Rosa’s POV The day started with chaos. Not bad chaos—just the kind that came with planning a high-profile wedding between two of the most powerful mafia families. Between the last-minute adjustments to the seating arrangements, double-checking security details, and making sure no one who wasn’t supposed to be there could sneak in, I barely had a moment to breathe. “Why did I think planning a wedding would be fun?” I muttered, rubbing my temples as I glanced over the finalized guest list.

She'd only relented upon learning that I had property. Shirley's mother-in-law joined us onstage and started screaming bloody murder at Gretchen and Shirley. "Like mother, like daughter! I can't believe you had the nerve to ask us for 30 thousand dollars in wedding gifts when your daughter has an STD! We're calling this wedding off!" "Fine, then! You're not getting any of the money back, though! It's mine now!" Gretchen screeched. "How dare you try to get away with my money? I'm not a pushover, you bitch!"