My Fiancée’s Bridesmaids All Wore Black Last Minute—Exactly as Planned
All My Fiancée’s Bridesmaids Wore Black at the Last Minute – Everything Was Just as I Planned
Prior to discovering the truth, Max is prepared to wed the love of his life. He devises a scheme for the ultimate betrayal with just seventy-two hours to go before the wedding. Sofia anticipates her dream wedding as she walks down the aisle. Max, however, is going to make their wedding a reckoning.
Everything was flawless.
The visitors were all grinning, conversing, and enjoying champagne as the location was illuminated by golden light and the floral arrangements were perfect.
Everything was just how it should have been. It was the type of wedding that everyone fantasized about, the one that Sofia had been fixated on for months.
Even the small bag of candies to keep guests occupied if they were hungry during the wedding was part of her meticulously prepared event.
However, I had meticulously prepared every aspect of my moment, just as my fiancée had planned her ideal wedding.
Keeping my breath steady, I stood at the front with my hands clasped. The bridesmaids prepared to enter as the music grew louder.
I looked about, enjoying the warm glow of the candlelight, the thoughtfully chosen decorations, and the eager faces of our visitors. The lovely wedding scene was ideal.
Everything had the right feel to it.
Nevertheless, I didn’t feel anxious. Not by any means.
No more.
Seventy-two hours prior
I can’t recall ever sitting.
I was gazing at the city skyline from my flat window one minute. The next moment, I was fighting to breathe while lying on the couch with my head in my hands.
Elena sat waiting, silent, across from me. I could still hear what she said. Like a tune I couldn’t stop listening to, again and over.
“Max, I saw her. alongside him. I swear I wasn’t searching for it! However, I did see them.
“Are you certain? Elena, please confirm for me. To me, my voice sounded thin and alien.
“Max, I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t sure,” she replied.
The space seemed extremely cramped. My apartment seemed like a prison cell after being filled with wedding presents, seating charts, and excitement. I wanted to get away from this argument by running.
How could Sofia be unfaithful to me?
“Tell me everything,” I commanded you.
Elena paused for a second. She then squared her shoulders and looked sympathetically into my eyes.
“I was at that brand-new coffee shop that specializes in vegan food. Sofia was seated at a corner table when I went to get a coffee.
She hesitated.
“She wasn’t alone, Max.”
I said, “Who?”
“He seemed really familiar, but I don’t know his name. He might be a buddy of hers. I’ve seen him before, I’m sure. Max, though, I am aware of his gaze on her. I am also aware of the way she turned to face him.
“That doesn’t mean much, Elena,” I replied.
“Max, Sofia leaned in first after whispering something and touching his face. They then shared a kiss.
I almost told myself it was a misunderstanding for a pitiful little moment. An error. Sofia wasn’t reckless, though. She was calculating.
Unless she was certain she wouldn’t be caught, she wouldn’t have allowed a man to kiss her in public. That is, unless she believed she was in control and that no one who knew either of us would catch her.
Elena remarked, “Max, I know this hurts,” “But I snapped a picture. I knew you would require evidence.
“Show me,” I murmured, looking at Elena’s phone with a broken heart.
I looked down at my hands and blinked. They had a distinct feeling. apart from me.
I whispered, “She said she loved me,” “Elena, our wedding is in seventy-two hours. What should I do at this point? Can the wedding be canceled?
“No way!” Elena stated. “Teach her a lesson!”
For the first time since the talk began, I raised my head and looked directly into Elena’s eyes with unmistakable, unwavering anger.
“She’s not getting away with this.”
Elena seems unsurprised.
She questioned, “What are you going to do?”
A chill took hold of my chest. I got to my feet and went to the window. A terrible clarity, profound. I rearranged my tie as if I had already decided.
“I’m going to let her have her big day,” I said. “But not in the way she planned.”
Elena’s mouth twisted into a sly grin.
“Tell me what you need, brother,” she informed him. “I’ll do whatever you need me to do.”
The Current Situation
The first bridesmaid was announced as the music grew louder.
A wave of uneasiness passed through the throng as they came into view, one after the other. The atmosphere that had been filled with soft discussion suddenly changed.
As if in sorrow, the bridesmaids wore black outfits. After seeing the evidence Elena and I had presented, none of them wanted to support a liar, even though some had needed some persuasion.
The gentle sky blue that Sofia had desired was not on them. Not the floral centerpieces and the well-chosen pastel colors that went with the invites.
Not at all.
They wore black.
They advanced one by one, their faces unreadable. The exquisite white petals strewn along the aisle stood out vividly against their black gowns.
The whispers began at that moment. The bridesmaids’ black attire caused a lot of trouble because Sofia and I both come from conservative homes. A couple of heads turned to frown in confusion at one another.
“It’s so inauspicious, Max!” I could practically hear my mom yelling.
“Oh, it’s a bad omen,” my grandma would have said, I thought.
As my sister, Elena, arrived at her position at the front, I maintained a steady gaze. She looked directly into my eyes and winked so quietly that no one else could see.
I let out a slow breath.
Indeed.
Everything went according to my plan.
Then the back of the hall’s doors opened.
Glistening, Sofia took a step forward. I must say that she looked amazing. A white vision.
She froze after taking one step into the room.
She was momentarily confused. As she looked around the throng, expecting to see happiness, excitement, and the warmth of celebration, her smile remained on her lips.
Rather, she noticed the black gowns.
And her face wavered.
As she glanced at each bridesmaid, she took in the melancholy vibe, the murmurs circulating among the guests, and the dark shapes.
Her face was devoid of color.
She opened her mouth a little, as though to ask a question, but nothing came out. She gripped the bouquet tightly. She was aware of the problem.
She started walking again, but hesitancy crept into her movements. Her stride lacked the usual assurance. There was uncertainty with every stride down the aisle.
Her hands were shaking a little as she got to me, but she took mine.
She had frigid fingertips.
“Max, what’s happening? They changed their dresses, but why? What on earth? The entire aesthetic has been ruined by them.
I gave her a smile. However, it lacked warmth. I was no longer fond of this woman.
“Hold on. You don’t know, do you? My voice was barely loud enough to be heard when I inquired.
There was silence in the room.
Sofia’s gaze flitted about the space. From me to my sister standing tall next to the bridesmaids.
I swiveled a little and pointed at the row of sorrowful women.
“This isn’t a wedding, Sofia,” I said in a composed tone.
Too quiet. I was also at ease. I had days to control my emotions.
I said, “It’s a funeral,” grinning.
Across the hall, everyone gasped together. Our visitors were appalled. My mom appeared on the verge of fainting.
Sofia’s fingers gripped me tightly in desperation.
She exclaimed, “What are you talking about?”
I laughed a little, without humor.
“What remains of our love will be buried here. Or, more precisely, “what you killed,” I replied, observing her start to become tense.
The quiet felt oppressive. Then there was a whisper. A hand was placed over someone’s lips in the second row.
Another turned and whispered frantically to the person seated next to them.
A scarlet flush came over Sofia’s face.
Something more emerged from the panic in her eyes. Anger.
Finally, the realization dawned on her.
She wrenched her hands away from me and spun around, her rage choosing a new victim.
She yelled, “You told him?!” with a voice that cut through it.
Now, Sofia’s gaze was fixed on her bridesmaids.
No. She was making accusations against them.
Anger twisted her face.
“How did you accomplish this? My dearest friends are you ladies! My best pals! It’s not your business, either. Absolutely not. “What the hell?”
Maddie, Sofia’s best friend, stated, “At first, we didn’t want to believe Elena.” “But after she showed us proof… we all knew that Max deserved better.”
Elena moved forward a little. I recognized my sister’s expression. She was making every effort to maintain her composure. Her voice, however, was firm, icy, and decisive when she spoke.
“Sofia, it became our business the moment we found out what kind of person you really are.”
She raised her chin a bit.
“It became our business the moment we found out who my brother was about to spend his life with.”
Sofia’s hands clinched.
She screamed, her voice rising in agitation, “You had no right!”
I cocked my head.
“No, correct? Really? to be aware of the reality about the woman I intended to wed?”
Now, her desperation was tearing through her wrath as she turned back to face me.
“I can explain… Max!”
I gave a headshake. Her explanation was too much for me to listen to. or the absence of it. I wanted to know everything, on the one hand. However, all I wanted was for Sofia to leave my life forever.
I responded, “No, Sofia,” after some time. I spoke quietly. managed. deadly.
“You just don’t like that you got caught.”
She let out a stifled sound. A mixture of anger, embarrassment, and a hint of terror. Once more, she looked across the room, hoping to find someone to support her.
However, nobody made a move. No one was brave enough to speak. Nobody stepped in to save her.
Too astonished to respond, the visitors sat motionless in their seats.
With their black costumes that made them appear more like pallbearers than bridal attendants, Sofia’s own bridesmaids stood silently.
Never in her life had she felt so isolated. Her face showed it to me.
Sofia’s breathing became labored.
She turned and ran after that. She spun around, her gown’s skirt fluttering behind her. However, she stomped on the hem in her haste.
She stumbled and just recovered herself before tripping again, causing a gasp to resound through the throng. She lifted her dress just enough to run down the aisle after her hands fisted the cloth.
She was not stopped. She was not called after. Not even her brother or parents.
Unaware that I was holding a breath, I let it out gently.
I then looked at Elena.
She moved in closer and grabbed my hand. I gave it a grateful squeeze. The visitors around me stayed motionless in disbelief, their gazes darting between me and the vacant room where Sofia had just been.
I saw my sister, my family, and the bridesmaids who had been by my side today as being a part of something more than a wedding.
I addressed the audience, saying, “I know this isn’t what anyone expected,” But I’ve had enough of acting. Enter, eat, and drink. I’ll be alright.
After walking down the aisle, I went back inside because I needed some alone time. Then I caught sight of her.
Her white gown, like a ghost of the life she had lost, was gathered around her as she sat on the sidewalk.
She was no longer the glowing bride; her shoulders were slumped, her hands were quivering. Simply put, she was a lady who had finally had enough of lying.
As I got closer, she looked up, her eyes red-rimmed and beseeching, her mascara streaked. She stretched out and touched my sleeve with her fingers before snatching my wrist and holding on to it like a lifeline.
“Max,” she said. “Please. I’ll stop at nothing to keep this going.”
I didn’t answer. I withdrew instead.
When she added, “I messed up,” “I was afraid. I was foolish. But with him, it was never genuine. Max, it was always you. You were always the one.
For an instant, I simply gazed at her.
I whispered, “You wouldn’t have needed to say that if it had always been me.”
“Please,” she implored.
“I’ll ask your mother to bring some dinner out for you,” I said.
I walked on after turning away. I didn’t turn around.
Rather, I returned to the location and ate from the dinner buffet that Sofia had prepared.
A fairy tale was what this was meant to be.
However, when the antagonist reveals their actual nature, fairy tales come to an end. Additionally, Sofia had just written the conclusion on her own.
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