What Happens When You Object At A Wedding Novels & Stories

"At home." For a split second, there was nothing but silence. "Marcus, are you still upset about the wedding?" she asked, knowingly, like she always did. This time, she was wrong. I wasn't angry, just uninterested. "I'm not," I answered truthfully. Rose didn't believe me. "I know you're holding some resentment, but I did it for the company's sake. Many of today's guests were business partners. If they saw us messing up even our photos, they'd doubt our competence. I just didn't want you to look like a joke.

Reina had taken her seat beside Richard, who squeezed her hands reassuringly, and I knew they were possibly reminiscing about their wedding. A vow renewal was coming soon, so had Reina told me shortly after I had told her I was getting married. “ Standing before me, are the couple, Nina and Brian, before we join them in holy matrimony, is there anyone who objects?” “ I should have told them to scrap that part out” Brian gave a mocking gaze to which I tapped on his arms playfully. The priest swept a glance through. “ Since there is none…we now…” “ I object,” a voice uttered that quaked everything in me. I flickered my gaze to the voice and I had never wanted to puke like I was tempted to.

"Per favore, Lorenzo, let's just go back. All the guests are waiting. Don't let them make fun of us." Lorenzo glared at Elena and hissed, "Make fun of us? I'll kill anyone who dares laugh at me. This wedding is over." Elena's eyes widened in horror as she yelled, "Over? What about me? You promised you'd help me! If my parents don't witness the ceremony, they won't believe it. They'll send me away to the Corsica family to settle their debts. Those people will torture me!"

the officiant continued, “ if there be anyone present who knows of any lawful reason why this couple should not be joined in marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace.” Adrian turned at that to glare at the officiant who swallows immediately, “Okay.. uhm… So now you may….” “I object.”

The priest paused and glanced around like they all normally do, even though they knew no one was ever going to object to a wedding like this. “If there is, the person should object right now or forever hold their peace.” The priest paused again for a few seconds that had me rolling my eyes. Just when the priest had began to pronounce the bride and groom husband and wife – a low hum went up all the way from the back of the church that had me turning around, to notice a man standing with his hand raised up. “I object to this wedding– because the bride here just broke up last night and is pregnant with my child.” The man said in a loud voice, and the whole crowd scattered in the blink of an eye

As she slowly approached me with my mother, mom spoke. Son take care of her, I don't know that you made her cry I don't want you to taste the flying plate ”mom said with a threatening voice. I want to laugh at what mom said but I can't because I feel guilty. “Before I start this wedding I will first ask All Here. If anyone objects to this wedding, I give you a chance to stand up. ”The ceremony had already begun because of the priest's speech. "If no one objects, I can continue" The priest said without any objection to the marriage. So he began his duty.

“Dearly beloved, we gathered on this fine day to celebrate love and the eternal union it brings with it. Before we proceed, is there anyone here who objects to the union of these two? Speak now or forever hold your peace.” I faced the seated guests and wondered if anyone would… “I have an objection.” Great! When I was searching for an objection in my first wedding, where was it? I was about to pick out the owner of the voice that spoke earlier when another one spoke out. “I have an objection as well.” This time, murmurs followed. And I think that was not because of the objection. But because the people that made the objections were Kante and their grandfather, Mr. Valante. Alessandro

~Grace~ I could tell Alex was furious. He sent a bone-chilling glare out into the crowd, silencing some of the objectors, but he couldn’t say anything himself. The same was for me. I shouldn’t argue with the objectors, it would just make myself look bad. I knew that in a normal wedding, objections were merely that–words. And they were simply someone stating their opinion, they didn’t actually have any power over the ceremony. But it was different, here, where the marriage would result in a joint ruling. If I was not accepted by the people, I would not be able to marry Alex.

The wedding processions began and I was just counting the seconds until I could walk out of the hall. Every single moment felt like an out of body experience, but I was trying my hardest to stay in tune with reality until the perfect moment struck. The elder performed the ritual of vows and made us repeat after him before exchanging rings and it took everything in me to stay calm throughout. “Before I seal this union under werewolf laws, is there anyone who has an objection as to why the couple should not be wed?” the elder threw the question to the audience. “Yes.” As the response echoed through the hall, shocked gasps and awed reactions scattered from every which way.

He must have forgotten about the slap, I thought. I felt my palms get sweaty, my legs wobbled, and I had to hold my dad tightly for support. I felt like running away and abandoning this wedding, but I couldn’t. ‘I’m doing this for Mum,’ I continuously chanted in my head. Dad handed me over to my acting groom and went to stand beside his witch, who was smiling brightly. I felt like ripping her hair off her head but managed to keep my cool. I’ll deal with her later. The priest came over to us. We said our vows and exchanged rings. The priest asked if anyone objects to our marriage. At that moment, I desperately hoped for someone to stand up and give a thousand reasons why we couldn’t wed. But