Chord Party Favor の小説・ストーリー

"The group chat, the watch, and even the piano were all part of the act," Benjamin said. He pointed toward the other side of the stage. The curtain slid back to reveal a brand new white grand piano standing in silence. My initials, C.B., were engraved on its body. I was completely at a loss for words. It turned out that the group chat called "Happy Family" was a planning group, and the contact that was saved as "sweetheart" was me. The words that had cut me so deeply were scripted in advance for this day.

at me. I took a deep breath and knew they would only do worse if I did not act soon. Pulling Megan behind me, I reached into my bag and grabbed a bottle of champagne. It was to celebrate my daughter’s coming of age. However, I shook it violently and twisted the cork. The foaming torrent drenched the men before me and soaked Melanie, as well as Crystal, from head to toe. The sudden explosion of liquid sent them stumbling back in surprise. After that, I took the windproof lighter from Megan’s hand. Flicking it on, I charged straight at them.

She gives me a hug and says now dear there is no need for you to cry. We go sit on the couch to start talking about the theme I want for the engagement party. So, I was thinking that we should do red, and black for the party. That is a great idea, she says to me. Now, have you thought about what kind of music you’re going to have? Yes, mom, I was thinking of some old-fashioned R&B and hip hop. Maybe some funkadelic and slow jams. Hey, we might even end up doing the electric slide.

] Chandler said before hanging up the phone. Harold stared at his phone screen while swiftly blinking his eyes. “Did he really fall?” he murmured The Alpha Chandler who Harold knew is not a clumsy man. Tilting his head at the bizarre happening, Harold pouted his lips. He put his phone back to his pocket and looked at the party again. He said that as of now, the party is still boring. But when he saw the Alpha of Den pack entering the garden, he changed his mind. “The highlight of the party is here,” Harold commented with a smirk.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I warmly welcome all of you to the engagement party of my beloved son Terry and daughter-in-law, Nora. These two love birds are so in love and we are here to witness their joy. Let’s all give them a big round of applause -” David Nashville takes the stage, addressing the guests with a cheerful tone, welcoming them to the engagement party of his son Terry and future daughter-in-law, Nora. He highlights their love and invites everyone to celebrate their joyous union. The crowd responds with a resounding round of applause, and Nora's smile grows as she exchanges a glance with Terry, who stands tall, exuding confidence and happiness.

The sharp voice of Chef Boris soon released my discomfort, "Finally, you are here, Chef Tony. Please join in. I am briefing on today's event." I nodded and closed the door. As soon as I joined them, I heard Boris speaking as if continuing from an earlier conversation, "As you all already know, the Chairman ordered us to hold a party. From the event order we received, it will be a cocktail party for 15 pax. The party will be held near the swimming pool, so it is not a sit-down party. Therefore, a fork buffet will be set. The menu is mostly based on appetizers suitable with rum, brandy, and vodka-based cocktails that are to be served in the party."

"I asked for permission already." "Yaay!" Dawn jumped and clapped her hands cheerfully. "I want a bouncing castle. A trampoline! A big doll house! A big cake! And many presents at my party!" Her happiness drowned the sadness in my heart. In no time, I forgot that I had literally given up myself just to make the party happen for my daughter. Pat helped in contacting a few party planners and then she showed me their portfolios. One of them caught my eye. The pictures included were mostly from princess-themed parties. Dawn would love something like that, so I just chose it.

He then went on to pull the other strings, eating lemon, sugar, and bitter melon—all without showing the slightest reaction. Maria watched him in disbelief. "Do you even have taste buds? How can someone eat all those things without a single reaction?" Aaron quickly jumped in, laughing. "Does it matter? Did he eat it or not? Was he expressionless?" Maria sighed. "Yes, yes he was." Aaron smirked. "Then that’s it! First challenge cleared!" As soon as Aaron finished speaking, one of his groomsmen behind him pulled out a handful of small party favors and tossed them into the air. They fluttered down, and everyone in the room eagerly grabbed one.

"How did I get so lucky tonight? Where are the guys?" Marcia opened his shirt, helping him sit up so she could slide it off his shoulders and down his arms. "This is a one guy party. We'll figure out how to make it up to them another night." She shrugged as she helped him lay back on the bed. "Who knows? Maybe we'll give each of them a night just like this." "Won't they be the lucky ones then?" Chelsea said as she yanked Darren's boxers down his legs to join his pants on the floor. "You won't mind me joining the girls to pay them back, right?"

Their presence alone secured their victory. But what made him think I needed his help? After a moment of silence, I asked, "And if I refuse?" Charles looked at me and smiled faintly. "Then it only means I haven't offered enough. But that's fine. I can work harder to take Ziegler Group back. If I offered the entire company as a gift, would you waver?" … By the end of the night, I agreed to marry Charles. He wasn't wrong. If I didn't waver, it simply meant that he hadn't offered enough. Adding the entire Ziegler Group into the equation was an entirely different matter.