Dekorasi Dinding Pernikahan Novels & Stories

Charlotte’s POV I never realized how overwhelming wedding decorations could be until I found myself drowning in linen samples and centerpiece sketches at eight in the morning. Sienna has turned one of the mansion’s sunrooms into what looks like a chaotic florist’s laboratory. Ribbons curl across the table like snakes. Sample plates are arranged in alternating patterns. A binder full of sketches lies open between us, bursting with sticky notes and pen marks. “Now, if we move the sweetheart table closer to the edge of the dance floor,” Sienna says, tapping a diagram with her red pen, “we can make more room for the string quartet. Do you think Emily will like this.”

Adele~ The hall was decorated to the best of human and machine's capability. The beauty was the height of what human minds could dream. Crystal chandeliers cascaded light like waterfalls, the velvet drapes swallowed shadows whole, and the marble floor gleamed so bright it looked like the sky had folded itself under our feet. Every corner spoke of extravagance, every detail screamed power. On the stage, my husband stood there in a midnight black three-piece tuxedo, a crisp white inner shirt, a black bow tie, and on his lapel, a single red rose.

He disagreed, changing colors, bringing new furniture, and adding feminine touches to certain parts of the house. The long-awaited day finally came. In all honesty, the days went by quickly. We decided on a private wedding close to a beach in Fiji. It was our best decision. We had the day decorated in gold and black. There were chairs for just a hundred guests, arranged in rows of fifty on each side, overlooking the altar, which had a large decoration of red roses and black ribbon. The feeling of the cool air and the pure love surrounding us was beautiful. The golden and white seven-tier cake also looked delicious.

"I guess you're on your way to getting your dreams to come true." He nodded. "Let's talk about this later, I believe we have guest-bearing gifts." I turned away from my new husband and focused on the interior decoration of the church. There were neatly trimmed flowers and balloons tied all around the church. The decorations were nothing simple but elegant just how I wanted them. Soon, the audience formed a line and each of them came forward carrying either an envelope or other gifts. It was an elite wedding and nothing less than expensive and lavish gifts were expected. "Hailey, focus!"

The air buzzed with activity as decorators, caterers, and event planners worked tirelessly to transform the beach into a breathtaking wedding venue. On the wedding day, the beach was adorned with pristine white decorations, flowers of various hues, and elegant drapery that billowed in the gentle sea breeze. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm glow over the gathering. The guests, a mix of Andersons and Laos, filled the seats in anticipation of the union between Felix and Charlotte.

I know he'll wear that if I told him not to. When he was ready, he gives my lips a peck before we went downstairs. The party has already started to unfold. The decorations were breathtaking. "The omegas did a great job" Alastair complimented. Admiring the lovely decoration, the theme was red and black. Many beautiful flowers were decorating the walls, and a huge Chandler was hanging above the ceiling. I loved the tables set up everywhere with flower pots on them. White and red is a usual thing but the black and red combination was amazing and unique.

Karina chose one of the decorations which were predominantly white. They agreed to choose the decor because their tastes are the same, his father had provided for the small needs of the wedding without Karina and Justin knowing. Because if they had known, they wouldn't have let their papa prepare all this just like that. Even though his father did not work alone for it, he was assisted by his assistant. •• The evening has arrived, and all the decorations are ready because it was done by dozens of people. Karina and Justin were in separate rooms, each of them getting ready with their wedding attire ready.

Olivia’s point of view: Three days later, the wedding took place in a baroque-style hotel in the city centre. The hotel was retro style and beautiful, and it was the only one of its kind in the whole modern shopping centre. As soon as I entered the banquet hall, striking decorations and sculptures appeared, which complemented the colourful murals on the walls. The huge opulent crystal chandelier sparkled. Silver and gold cutlery was placed on the long tables and beautiful red roses were cunningly placed in a vase. In a corner, several men dressed in tuxedos tuned the saxophones and violins between their Hands, indicating that the luxurious wedding was ready to begin.

Voss stood near the aisle, her sharp eyes scanning every detail like a general reviewing a battlefield. “No, no… that ribbon is crooked,” she said, snapping her fingers toward one of the decorators. “Straighten it. The bow must face the center, not the side. This is a wedding, not a birthday party.” The decorator rushed to obey. Beside her, Mrs. Steele examined the floral arch with folded arms, tilting her head critically. “The lilies need to be lowered slightly. They’re blocking the crystal strings.” “They are not blocking anything,” Mrs. Voss argued, stepping closer.

All the goods were dazzling and luxurious. The most eye-catching piece of decoration was the sea of roses. The whole wedding venue was awash in pink roses. They were so warm and romantic that it was intoxicating. In order to set up these roses, Jenna had spent a handsome fee to hire the most famous team, Rosebest, for an elaborate design.