Stepping off the ferry onto the sun-drenched shores of Tivibu Island, I never imagined a wedding disaster awaited. This tropical paradise was about to become the stage for unexpected drama…
I had eagerly anticipated celebrating my friend’s special day for months, and the island’s pristine beaches and crystal-clear waters were the perfect backdrop. As I walked toward the ceremony, the joyful sounds of ukulele music and laughter filled the air, stirring a deep sense of excitement within me.
Everything changed in an instant. Just as the bride prepared to walk down the aisle, a collective gasp swept through the crowd. The groom was missing, and whispers of scandal quickly spread like wildfire.
The bride’s face turned a shade of red that rivalled the island’s sunsets as she stormed off the altar, her entourage in tow. I was stuck in my seat, trying to process what was happening. The sound of ukulele music screeched to a halt, replaced by awkward murmurs and the distant sound of someone retching in the bushes.
As the minutes ticked by, it became clear that the groom had done the unthinkable: he’d cheated on his bride-to-be with none other than her best maid, Aisha. The island’s tropical paradise suddenly felt like a pressure cooker, and everyone was scrambling to escape.
However, the bride’s family was in an uproar, demanding answers and refunds. The caterers were freaking out, worried about wasted food and decorations. What about the groom? He’d apparently fled the scene, leaving behind a trail of shame and a pair of abandoned cufflinks.
But as for me, I just sat there, wondering what to do next. The ceremony venue, which had been transformed into a beautiful beachside paradise, was now a ghost town. The tables were set, the food was getting cold, and the chef was giving me a ‘what’s next?’ look…https://www.wattpad.com/story/407928384-the-wedding-wreckage-at-tivibu-island
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