What Happens If You Object At A Wedding Novels & Stories

However, just as the couple was about to greet their new in-laws, an angry voice echoed throughout the venue, drowning out the sounds of applause and fireworks. "I object!"

she announced, "is there anyone who wants to present an objection before the goddess, why these two should not be joined in this sacred union?" The question was just a formality— asked at every wedding ceremony as part of the proceedings. It was only in about one out of fifty weddings that anyone actually took them up on it. So I was shocked when someone from Ares' retinue stepped forward. "I object!" he shouted. "This wedding needs to stop immediately. That woman claiming to be the princess is an imposter!"

The priest declares. There's no way Orlan pack members are going to object to this marriage so I'm less concerned. "I OBJECT!" A bold voice declares. Gush! This is my big day.... and now it's about to crumble.

Although I prepared myself for all this, I was beginning to feel uneasy. I shifted my gaze back to the wedding altar and noticed Justin was still staring at me. She finally got to the altar for what seemed like forever. She stood in front of Justin while the priest began to talk. They both exchanged their vows in no time. I scoffed because it was the same vow Justin recited during our wedding but look at where we were today. "If anybody has an objection to this wedding, speak now or forever hold your peace" The priest and almost everyone shifted their gazes to my table.

Misty’s voice trembled softly at the altar, like she was afraid of saying the wrong thing. The officiant smiled, glancing at both of them. “If anyone here objects to this union, speak now, or forever hold your peace.” A small ripple of laughter went through the guests. Someone coughed. Then silence fell again. A moment passed. Then a voice came from the back. Calm. Clear. “I do.” The sound wasn’t loud, but it carried. Heads turned. A few people stood up. Someone’s glass slipped and shattered quietly on the grass.

I heard that part and the reason I heard it was because I had many people who were not very pleased by the wedding. “Good, let us continue…” “I object!” a voice I knew all too well suddenly said. I held my breath not wanting to turn to look at him. “Why, if I may ask.?” “Because the bride is already married, to me.”

The death would delay several wedding events, possibly the wedding itself. Lena stood in her office doorway, one hand pressed to the frame. The timing felt unreal. A family death, a public scandal. A wedding strained beneath both. Lady Beatrice continued with calm instructions. The memorial would be private but attended by significant family and business figures. The wedding team would need to adjust timelines discreetly. Lena’s role remained active. Lena offered condolences. Lady Beatrice accepted them with a pause just long enough to suggest grief was present but unwelcome. Then she added that Nicholas would likely attend the memorial as part of the Harrington family.

Since he was bringing it up himself, it not only saved me the trouble but also made me feel relieved. Nodding, I said calmly, "Fine. I'll call the photographer to cancel the photoshoot." Dante was startled. He hadn't expected me to agree to it so readily. Then, doing his best to hide his uneasiness, he continued, "You don't need to cancel it. Isobel says she might never have a chance to get married, so she wants to do a wedding photoshoot with me. That way, she can pretend like she got married as well and won't have any regrets.

the older man said nervously, “perhaps we should take a moment—” “There’s no need,” I interrupted calmly. Then I turned to face the crowd. Hundreds of eyes stared back at me. Confused. Curious. Hungry for drama. I straightened slightly in my dress. “I apologize to everyone who came today,” I said clearly. “But this wedding will not be happening.” The whispering exploded into chaos. Some guests stood up. Others began whispering excitedly to each other. Phones were already coming out. The news would spread through the city within minutes.

Nicko said, running, followed by Russell. “Nicko, you came on time,” Chad who was already waiting at the door, said. While inside…. “Again, does anyone object to the marriage of Mr. Gerald Jones and Miss Josephine Windsor?” the officer asked, then looking around. “Alright, if no one has any objections, then the wedding ceremony will be on soon——” “I do mind!” Nicko cut loudly after he opened the door with a bang. Everyone was shocked, and twisted to the man who had just expressed his objections to Gerald and Josephine’s marriage. Most seemed to whisper and wondering who was the figure of the man who was well dressed and luxurious who came to express objections to this marriage.