One Day Bride の小説・ストーリー

Today was our wedding day. D-day, big day, or whatever term other people called it. In fact, it was supposed to be the happiest day of my life…our lives. And yet the groom-to-be was nowhere to be found. Little did I know he was on one knee in front of his supposedly dead ex-girlfriend when he should have been waiting for me at the altar as I walked down the aisle. Never I imagined that his haunted past would cause even the only thing we had to crumble before my eyes.

She just hoped she could get it back for the next day, because if she couldn’t pull off making people believe she was the blushing bride of Blaze Castelli and was so excited to be a part of the great Castelli family, everyone would have it out for her. That was one thought among many more that kept Liviana awake when she finally made it to bed after a long night, but instead of getting the rest she would need to make it through her wedding day, she found herself wide awake. Typically, the bride is kept awake with excitement for the first day of the rest of their life with the one they love or worry regarding if everything would go perfectly in the sense of being on time or family members cau

Scarlett LEANED AGAINST the back wall of the barn and watched the bride spin around the dance floor. Benji's parody song of the B52's Love Shack played through the speakers. The day was almost over. She couldn't believe how many times they'd had a near disaster, starting with the surprise flower arch the bride had thrown at her first thing in the morning. Scarlett had realized too late this bride's methods, how she'd manipulated Scarlett into going above, beyond and farther than was reasonable.

For once, his voice softened, so quietly the guests couldn’t hear, but the bride could. “After today, I’ll teach you myself. You will become the perfect Donna.” Under the layers of lace, Demi nearly fainted from joy. Cassian mistook her trembling for shyness… for anticipation. A faint curve tugged at the corner of his lips. Cameras flashed like fireworks. Every lens pointed at the couple destined to rule one of the oldest families in America. Finally, the moment arrived. The veil. The priest stepped aside. “Now, you may kiss your bride.”

Anyone could have expected a bad news on a gloomy day, maybe a birthday boy got kidnapped on his big day or the most expensive jewelry shop caught fire on the day of the auction for the rare diamond or a million other things but losing a loved one after being dumped on your wedding day is more than just a bad news, it's a catastrophe. For Anna, it was a death sentence, she had left for the hospital when she got the horrible news from her dad. "Yes dad....Whaat!" and now she looked like a red eyed monster ready to devour any other person who tells her, 'it's gonna be alright.'

Zac's eyes flicked around before hypocritically advising, "Lana, Cruz must be joking! He still cares about you. Otherwise, why would he prepare such a grand wedding? Look, he can't just bring any woman to upset you on such a joyous occasion! Lana, quickly explain to Cruz that everything you posted on social media was just to provoke him and for show! Don't let this make you late!" Lana instantly believed Zac, and her arrogant expression returned. She gazed triumphantly at me, acting like she had everything in the bag. "Cruz, you think you can provoke me by bringing any woman here? Not a chance! If you don't agree to my terms, I won't marry you today!"

Any similarities of a real person, living or dead are purely coincidental. We all want a magical, ecstatic and exquisite church wedding. You're just thirteen yet you're already dreaming and planning your wedding day with the man of your life. Wearing the most elegant white bridal gown with a medium slit at the back, starting from the shoulder to an inch higher from your waist. The gown must fit your body to flaunt those curves. Hiring the best make-up artist in town to do the miracle. You are the queen. You are the star. Your parents will walk with you on the aisle as your groom waits for you at the altar. Family members and friends are invited to witness your magical day. As the priest dec

Playing their game. -Go away. -She said. Brahim stared at her, not understanding anything. The back of his hand caressed her warm cheek. "You're crazy," he swore. He didn't wait for an explanation, he certainly didn't care. The bride, dressed in her enormous, pompous and flashy dress, was left alone in the middle of the aisle. She felt a great emptiness inside her. It was the uncertainty of not knowing who she was or why she ended up in the hands of the Tonali brothers.

Her obsession was a wall I couldn't climb over, so I decided I would just have to burn it down later. “They say the groom shouldn’t see the bride on the wedding day until the altar,” she said, forcing a kiss onto my lips as a way to reclaim her territory. “You’ll have to dress up in another room. I’ll send someone to pick up your suit and keep it there for you.” I said nothing. I turned and left the room, the sound of the stylists rushing back in to fix her ruined poise following me out.

My young mistress's betrothed was dying, and she ordered me to marry him in her place to turn his luck. People believed the joy of a wedding could drive out sickness and misfortune, and that a dying man might be pulled back from the grave by it. "The royal physicians all say Lord Blackwell won't live past seven days! Why should I marry him only to be buried at his side? "He's never even seen me. You can marry him instead. "You're nothing but a lowborn maid. Being allowed to marry the regent is the luck of a lifetime." Before I could react, the glowing words appeared before my eyes again. [Celeste is such an idiot. What does she mean, he won't live past seven days? Lord Blackwell has the