Harry Styles And Louis Tomlinson Wedding 소설 & 이야기

"No one will tell a young woman these things. Just take it. It's just something small from me." Harry's heart finally felt at ease. As he left the ward, he gave Sally a call. His voice was still raw with emotion as he said, "Mom, Evie and Warren have registered their marriage. You and my father need to start preparing the wedding gifts we'll give to them at their wedding." Upon hearing this, Sally and Anthony turned their house upside down overnight. They got out their most precious jewels and treasures that were kept at the bottom of their jewelry boxes.

There is no telling what Hailey would do, just to ruin my wedding. "Do you Zara Sabrina take Louis Hernald to be your lawfully wedded husband? In wealth, and poverty. In sickness and in health, till death do you part?" The priest asked me, and I looked in Hailey's direction with trembling hands. She smiled wickedly at me and I dropped my flowers. "Yes, I do," I replied, ignoring the flowers that were scattered everywhere. The priest repeated the same vows for Louis, and he smiled at me. "Yes, I do," he replied to the priest.

"From the first time you walked into my house when you were just a girl, I knew you'd be my wife one day. It's just that the family business took me abroad, and we lost contact. But thankfully, life brought us back together." Harold ran his hand gently through my hair, his touch full of affection. I finally realized what it truly felt like to be loved without reservation. Harold got up to hash out the details of the ceremony with the wedding planners. I knew this wasn't going to be some run-of-the-mill event. Harold was the top Don who called all the shots, and his wedding was bound to send shockwaves through every corner of the underworld. This would be the most extravagant spectacle the ce

Around eighty percent of the wedding styling remained Lyra's choice. Colors. Themes. Flowers. Music. Decorative details. Guest experiences. Most reflected her taste. The remaining twenty percent mysteriously became the responsibility of Arsen, David, and Clara. The reason was simple. Though not publicly known. Lyra was pregnant. The secret remained known only to a very small circle. The Vale family. David. Clara. A few doctors. ----------------------------- Several designers working directly on the wedding. And every one of them had signed strict confidentiality agreements. NDA documents thicker than some business contracts.

Angela had also been invited. The speeches were quick and they were soon called up to cut the cake. This cake had an extra tier and then Nocturne’s eyes zeroed in on the figures on top of the cake. The one on the left had gray hair and was wearing the outfit he had been wearing when he first met Leo. The second figure was clearly Leo with waves of blond hair. He nudged Leo and pointed his head towards the figures. His new husband grinned at the sight. “I really hope Atlas didn’t exhaust his powers by adding small details to our wedding like this,” Leo whispered when they returned to their table at the front of the hall.

"Thanks, Harry. Thank God for you." He pushed her away gently, feeling a little ill at ease. "It's fine as long as you're okay." It was already time for lunch after everything that had happened, so Ivory dragged him to a popular pastry shop she'd been eyeing for a while. Harold checked the time. There were four hours to the wedding—he had more than enough time. Ivory only wanted to eat at the pastry shop for the sake of the photos. She kept adjusting the plates for the perfect angle.

Even the dress was hidden in a vault at Harry’s private estate — he wanted no chances of a leak. Not this time. Not with Soren still lurking in the shadows. But today? I wasn’t thinking about him. Today, I was letting myself glow. Harry I hated tux fittings. But I loved the way Mia bit her lip when she saw me in one. Standing in front of the mirror, Caleb shook his head. “You’re not even pretending to listen to the tailor.” “Because she’s not here,” I muttered. I hadn’t seen Mia since yesterday — our own personal rule: no nights together the week before the wedding.

With a self-satisfied grin, Lawrence raised his glass and gulped down his drink. However, the odd looks from his friends lingered. Then, out of the blue, a phone was thrust into Lawrence's hand. "Jack just sent out wedding invites. He's tying the knot, and the lucky lady is..." The invitation was extravagant, the names of the couple emblazoned boldly. [Groom, Jack Harris. Bride, Yoana Stewart] I had set the wedding date for just two weeks away, and the lead-up was a whirlwind of activity.

By the time I got back home, it was already afternoon. When I opened the door, the first thing I saw was a bunch of photographers. Harry was wearing the suit I handpicked for him, and Joanna stood right next to him in a beautiful, pure white wedding gown. They were both good-looking, like a match made in heaven.

A way to keep me away while he cleaned up what he considered a mess. When I’d returned three months later, the news reports had been everywhere. Isabella Stone and Aaron Styles had slept together. She was pregnant. They’d gotten married—quickly, quietly, with none of the fanfare that usually accompanied a Styles family wedding. I’d felt like someone had punched a hole through my chest.