Novel & Cerita What The Bride Said

Margaret stammered, glancing nervously at her. “Oh, I have,” she said, her smile widening. “Moved on, built a successful career, and became someone you could only dream of being.” Her gaze flickered to Bruno. “Congratulations on the wedding, by the way. I must say, the décor is almost as tacky as your taste in brides.” She turned to the bride, "No offense, though." The bride, who was about to respond, decided to give them space, as she went on to meet her family.

She looked at Zhuang Jiawen and said word by word, "I am willing." 00She raised her voice and said, "I'm willing to be your wife." 00Hong! 00The people below thought of the warm applause. 00"Now, let's welcome the groom and the bride to kiss each other." The voice of support was high-pitched. 00The applause became even louder.

They are not the best but I still love them both dearly. Father held out his arm and I entwined mine with his. Isabella handed me my bouquet of white lilies then we walked through the double doors and into the chapel. I fidget and almost skip a step at the flashes of camera that came over us all at once. Father must have sensed this as he bent down slightly to whisper in my ear. Somewhere in the back of my head I can hear the organist play Here comes the bride. "It only gets awkward at first. Try to smile and you'll be fine" he said.

I could only force down the discomfort I felt and thank them in stiff tones, even though the only thought running through my mind then was how much I wanted to be standing here with Susanna instead. Elena's father walked her down the aisle, their pace slow and measured. Diamonds adorned the snow-white wedding dress she wore, and the tiara atop her head sparkled brilliantly. I was well aware that I should be stepping forward to accept my "bride", but it was as though my feet had turned to lead, pinning me in place. All the while, my gaze was focused on a spot somewhere in the distance—in the direction of the villa where Susanna and I lived.

"Where's Vivienne, Lu?" Margot was at the window of the bridal suite. She hadn't looked at me in twenty minutes. The seamstress had finished pinning the side seam of my gown. The other bridesmaids were laughing in the next room about a wedding in Bali that had been ruined by a monsoon. "Fixing the table linens." "There's nothing wrong with the table linens. I called the planner an hour ago."

That afternoon, videos from the wedding hit the local trending list. The headline was written by netizens: "Bride KOs Bridesmaid on the Spot, Then Plays Groom's Cheating Evidence. Guests Riot for Refunds." The video views passed five million in two hours. The comments section was overwhelmingly against Derek and Chloe. The top-liked comment read: "Was this bride a kickboxing champion in her last life, here to collect debt in this one?" When I saw that comment, I was sitting on Sophie's sofa eating takeout.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife." The words hit me like a slap. My hands shook inside the white lace gloves as Alexander Voss slid the heavy gold band onto my finger. Not Sophia's. Mine. I forced a smile for the hundreds of eyes watching us. The cathedral smelled of expensive flowers and even more expensive perfume. Cameras flashed nonstop. "You may kiss the bride," the officiant said with a proud smile. Alexander leaned in. His grey eyes locked on mine for the first time up close. For one second I thought he might actually do it. Then something shifted in his face. His jaw tightened. He pressed a quick, cold kiss to my cheek instead.

“Dear little bride of ours, we couldn’t just send you off without having a special occasion just for you.” Tears began to pool in my eyes. Elizabeth hugged me after she had placed the sash around me. On the sash, it read, Bride To Be. Up next, my mum walked up to me with tears in her eyes. She brushed my hair away from my face, staring at me wistfully. She said, “I have imagined this day a thousand and one times in my mind but still, it never captures the joy I feel at this moment and how beautiful you are, my darling.”

She softened her voice and said, "I admit that it's my fault for standing you up three years ago. But I did send you a message to explain the situation, didn't I? "Matthew was very ill and needed someone to take care of him. I was worried that he would get too emotional if he found out that we were getting married. I didn't expect you to throw a tantrum and leave the country the next day without so much as a word to me. You made me wait for you for three years. "Fortunately, you still came back for me. Marry me and stay here. We can spend the rest of our days together." I nearly burst out laughing when I took in her self-righteous expression.

"Today, you're my most beautiful bride." With those words, the sound of running water filled the dressing room, accompanied by intimate whispers.