Novel & Cerita Harry Styles And Louis Tomlinson Wedding

She did not expose him and stepped into the bustling hall. Hearing the voice, Juniper, who was chatting with someone, turned around and saw Celine and Harry, who was holding Celine's hand. She paused for a moment before asking hesitantly, "Celine, who's this?" Celine did not answer, unsure how to respond. Harry remained silent, but the relatives nearby warmly introduced them, "Juniper, you've been abroad for three years and didn't come back for the wedding, so it's normal you don't know him. This is Celine's husband, Harry Slate, the president of Slate Group..."

I shove the wrapping aside and pick it up with both hands, the card heavy, expensive, and tacky. My mouth moves before I even think. I read it out loud, my voice shaking: Vivienne & Harry Smith. We are delighted to invite you to our wedding, to be celebrated on New Year’s Eve at the distinguished Valemont Estate. It will be an evening of champagne, fireworks, and new beginnings. Black tie attire requested. Some unions are simply meant to be. With joy, Vivienne & Harry. The words hit like knives, and my fingers grip the card so tight it bends.

"Well, isn't that sweet—you two have been scheming behind my back for THREE YEARS. "Xavier, spill it. What else don't I know?" His ears went red. "Uh... about last night... we'll talk at home." I let it drop, switching gears. "Next week." They both froze. I repeated, smug, "The wedding's next Saturday." *** The Leonhart–Harrington wedding lit up the whole country. Every big name in the city showed up to celebrate. Blue flowers stretched for miles, each petal glittering with tiny gems and crystals—it was unreal.

Harry replied and the clap echoed everywhere in the hall. "Bride, do you want..." "Yes I do" Bethel replied. The clap still continued. "Then please exchange the wedding rings" Angel said and they exchanged their wedding rings. "Groom you may kiss your bride" Harry made a bad boy smile, it's what he has been waiting for. He didn't take long in doing that. The first taste of her lip was drugging, he loved the feeling. He just wants to be in her arms for the rest of his life.

It didn't take Avelyn long to wait for Elvis to make a luxurious and amazing wedding party. Within two weeks, Elvis has prepared all kinds of needs for their wedding party. The man's nimble movement was admittedly quite impressive because Elvis did not involve her in organizing her own wedding party. She was just left to work as usual, resting in her comfortable apartment, then they would talk at night around eight for an hour to talk about whatever they found enjoyable. The only thing Avelyn did in her wedding preparations was to try on the luxurious ivory white wedding dress that Elvis had ordered from a well-known boutique in LA. For the price, Avelyn really didn't want to think about it

The next day, the stylists arrived on time and dolled Connie and Linux up. When they left for the banquet, Hilda quickly tagged along to find out what the 'big show' was about. The public was aware that today was the engagement day of the Jones' young lady, Winnifred Jones and her fiancé, a CEO from an overseas corporation. The bridegroom was a successful and mature man in his fifties. Everyone deemed the couple as a perfect match and that their marriage was a blessing from above.

They opted for a reserved ceremony, with few guests, to keep the celebration close and meaningful. The church was adorned with delicate flowers, creating a serene and romantic atmosphere. Close friends and family, those who had shared the ups and downs of Kath and Harry's relationship, were present to witness the couple's union. Kath walked down the aisle in an elegant white dress, while Harry, in an impeccable suit, waited for her at the altar with a smile that expressed his joy. The few guests were seated in the church pews, enveloped in a warm and loving atmosphere. The celebrant led the ceremony with words of love and commitment. Kath and Harry exchanged heartfelt vows, expressing the de

The four men were already waiting for Kieran when he arrived at the courtyard of Platinum Residences. Louis was wearing a burgundy colored shirt with a black tie. He had slender eyes. Upon spotting Kieran, a mischievous glint filled his eyes. "The groom has arrived." The moment Kieran sat down, Harry scooted closer toward him. "I heard from Louis that you already have a new lover?" Jaden continued, "Turns out it's true that once a man indulges himself, he can't go a night without it."

Exactly what Lisa had imagined. Now Louis stood at the altar, waiting. He wore a perfectly tailored black tuxedo that fit him like it was made just for him. His hair was styled neatly, and his usual confident presence made him look even more striking. But despite his calm appearance, he wasn’t as relaxed as he looked. His eyes kept drifting toward the path where Lisa was supposed to appear. He checked the time again. Then sighed quietly. Mousin noticed it immediately. Louis rarely looked impatient. But today was different.

Half a month later, Harry's wedding took place at the most luxurious resort in our hometown. The extravagance was staggering. The wedding procession was all Rolls-Royces, and the bride's gown, custom-made in Yiferia, was reportedly worth a million dollars. Some "well-meaning" relatives kept sending me the wedding photos and videos. "Vivian, look how magnificent Harry is. Your parents must be so proud." "Vivian, why didn't you attend the wedding? The whole family is here—you're the only one missing."