What Happens When You Object At A Wedding Novels & Stories

When Michael saw me, a flicker of unease crossed his face, but he quickly masked it with forced composure. “Want to head in together?” he asked. I didn’t refuse. I simply nodded and walked inside. Dinner was painfully awkward. My parents still hadn’t let go of what happened at the wedding, so they weren’t exactly warm toward Michael. If this had been before, I might’ve stepped in to smooth things over. Instead, I let him sit there, alone in his discomfort.

I whispered, tears burning behind my eyes. When the time came for rings, Jake slid mine on quickly, not meeting my gaze. The priest asked if we had vows. “None,” Jake cut in flatly. I lowered my head, clutching the letter I’d written for him. I had dreamed of reading it aloud, but the chance slipped away. “If anyone here wishes to object,” the priest said, “speak now.” A sharp cry split the air. “Stop this bullshit wedding!” I turned, trembling, as Marian Pearls rushed forward, her eyes wet with tears. “Please, Jake! Don’t marry that fat freak pig!”

The host enthusiastically delivered the opening speech on stage, and the guests all took their seats to wait for the wedding to begin. Everything went smoothly until it was time for us to make our vows. I was about to say "I do" when suddenly a sharp shout came from outside the door. "No, I object!" For a moment, everyone was stunned as they turned their heads to look at the door. I looked over and saw Lana standing there with red and swollen eyes and disheveled hair, looking completely distraught.

Her smile was more radiant than Blake had ever seen before. That should have been his place, but now, someone else stood there instead. Blake watched helplessly as Dawn—the woman who should have been his wife—exchanged rings with another man. When the officiant asked whether she was willing, her clear voice echoed through the entire hall. "I do." At the same moment, Blake roared hysterically, "No! Dawn, you can't marry him!" The security guards held him down tightly, stopping him from rushing forward. Blake struggled desperately, reaching toward the figure onstage. "Dawn! You can't marry someone else! I object!"

So silent you’d hear the hair of a dog hit the floor if you listened carefully. I closed my eyes, realizing that was the last thing the priest had to say before exchanging I do’s. I waited for something - anything - to happen with bated breath. I looked at Ethan, but he was watching someone out in the crowd. Suddenly, Mars stood up from the back of the church. “I object to this marriage!” He shouted.

The atmosphere was serene, almost magical, until the officiant's words shattered the quiet: “If there’s anyone who doesn’t want this union to happen, speak now or hold your peace forever.” A tense silence fell over the room as everyone held their breath, glancing around to see if anyone would dare to object. Just as the ceremony was about to proceed, a hand shot up from the audience.

The officiant, a high ranking bishop flown in specifically for the ceremony, stepped forward, opening his leather-bound book. "We are gathered here today to witness the unbreakable union of Lucian Sterling and Zara Vance," the bishop's voice carried over the sound of the crashing ocean waves. "If anyone here has cause to object to this marriage, let them speak now, or forever hold their peace." It was a completely standard formality. Nobody at a billionaire wedding actually objected. Lucian was already leaning in, his eyes locked on Zara's lips. "I object." The voice didn't come from the crowd. It came from the microphone system.

He slipped the eternity wedding ring into my finger. I held his hand. “With this ring, I pledge to you, my love and my life.” I delightedly put the wedding band into his finger. “Should anyone present know of any reason that this couple should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace.” I looked at everyone, and they seemed happy and smiling when no one objected. But I couldn’t forever hold my peace because I had a secret I couldn’t carry anymore. “I-I—” I raised my hand. “I object.” Everyone gasped. I swallowed hard as I looked at our officiant. I just completely ruined my entire wedding.

I stood opposite Kreed who was very happy to be getting married to me as he said his vow, I hesitated but I said mine as I was waiting for some miracle to happen. The priest better not ask Kreed to kiss me else blood would definitely flow. I looked behind and Ziora was standing behind me. Wait a damn motherfucking minute, hold up! Kreed wasn't staring at me with so much happiness, matter of fact, his eyes were never on me but the person behind me. I was still processing and trying to make sense of what I had just realized when the priest announced, "Does anyone object to this wedding?" "Yes, I object," A wide smile embraced my face as I saw Kenzal standing at the entrance of the hall.

I let out a sigh of relief, but then I was startled when the beep from my phone signaled that Louis had sent me a new message. ‘‘Are you all set? The start of the wedding ceremony is coming up in just a few minutes...’’ I gathered my composure and got ready for the most important performance of the century. The priest started to speak, and when he said, ‘‘Should anyone present know of any reason that this couple should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace...,’’ I wasted no time and stood up from my seat, raising my hand. ‘‘I object!’’