What Happens When You Object At A Wedding の小説・ストーリー

Jonathan let go of his fiancée's hand, and furiously sought the gaze of one of his bodyguards. "Security: Get this man out of here!" He's not a guest. Harrison, plucking up his courage, walked down the aisle and stared at him "I'm not leaving here, Jonathan The father looked at them confused, and shook his head and asked. "What's going on here?" Could we go ahead with the wedding? Harrison shook his head and without a second thought spoke. "No! You can't go ahead with the wedding, because I object, father, this woman you see here, you can't marry this man

"If anyone have reason why these two should not be wed, speak now or forever hold your pea--" "I object!" A gasp escaped the crowd. What the hell? Mason? "I, Mason King, object to the wedding of Genevieve Kenton and Ryder Pierce!" Now, there was chaos in the building. Journalists and reporters who were never spotted entering the building now has all their cameras up, even some of the people present were bringing out their phones to record what was happening right now. "Mason. Please, don't do this." Genevieve who had already taken off her veil seemed to have a pleading look on her face.

He's enjoying watching her suffer. After a few seconds, Ryan stared back at the priest giving them a deadly stare and the priest gulped and cleared his throat, trying to ignore the death stares coming from the guests who are starring at him, he cleared his throat once again "Very well, since there isn't any objections, I hereby declare this marriage and this union to be offic....... "I object!" A loud voice shrieked everyone 's attention and suddenly everything was silent A man came outside the crowd, a scraf around his mouth and his hair to cover his identity

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!"

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.

The priest clears his throat before he speaks, “If anyone has any reason why these two should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace.” I let out the tiniest breath of relief, knowing...just knowing that no one’s going to say anything. No one was there as a witness, it was just us, him and I and the priest But then, like something out of a bad movie, it happens. “I object.” The words came right into the room, sharp and cold. My heart stutters in my chest as we turned to look at the familiar voice that had spoken. There she is. A blonde. Short black dress that screams trouble, Tina.

They both hold hands as they walk down the aisle, down the steps as they walk towards the altar, and when they get there, everyone is shocked as the blonde stares into the void. While for the blond it's all so strange, but it feels good, being with the blond, more so when they are still holding hands. A beautiful wedding to make you a slave to my eyes. The blonde Lucretia sighs, Jeff the blond tries to sigh, and be as calm as possible, he knows that his mother and Lucretia's family would be there, he had to keep calm, until his thoughts were immediately interrupted by a voice.

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.

I hissed. He frowned, his tone almost pleading. "I swear, this is the last time. I know you're hurting over Gail, so I'm postponing the wedding. We'll give her a proper funeral. If you want to say goodbye, stop fighting me." "Where is she?" I demanded, my voice cracking. He seized my hand, his smile smug when I didn't pull away. But as he led me out, he stopped dead. In the hall, before Gail's memorial shrine, a crowd danced under flashing lights to a thumping beat. Her photo lay crushed under Lori's stiletto, warped beyond recognition.