Mlp A Canterlot Wedding の小説・ストーリー

Her face flushed with joy as she went on talking. "A wedding only happens once in a lifetime, so we must take it seriously. I'd like an all-white theme, symbolizing the purity and sanctity of our love. The aisle carpet should be at least three meters long, signifying the length of our union. I've already chosen the master of ceremonies. K's Wedding Planning does a great job. I have several friends whose weddings were organized by them. Also..." She chatted enthusiastically, while Christopher merely responded with a few "Hmm"s.

Another knock, more insistent this time. "For fuck's sake," Alejandro growled, releasing me. "We're coming!" The estate's salon had transformed into wedding headquarters overnight. Three harried planners darted between displays of flowers, fabric swatches, and catering menus while Eleanor directed the chaos. "This wedding will be the social event of the season," one planner gushed, showing me photos of elaborate centerpieces. I suppressed a sigh. "I said simple." "Simple but elegant," Eleanor corrected, sliding a champagne flute into my hand. "Drink. You'll need it."

The wedding of Lucien Gray, President of Gray Family, is undoubtedly the most luxurious and high-profile wedding in Cagliari's history. The long red carpet stretches almost from east to west of the city, and the red ribbons are lined with celebrating citizens. Instead of taking a car, Lucien Gray and Nina Morrison ride through the city in an eight-horse golden carriage, with long lace wedding dresses dancing in the wind along with the music of violins. The people in the carriage smile like beautiful flowers. "Daddy, many people are watching us!" Nelson Gray sits between Lucien Gray and Nina Morrison, his eyes wide with curiosity.

He just sat there in silence, watching me with those dark, unreadable eyes until we arrived. Miami was humid and golden when we landed. There was a limo already waiting to drive us to the venue. “Do you have to be so extra at someone else's wedding?” I asked, my eyes scanning the limousine. He only gave me a half smile. “I'm Miguel Alejandro, I have to be extra sometimes.” The wedding was at a very vast estate by the water. It was filled with tall palm trees and colorful flowers around the property. We entered inside and I gasped at what my eyes beheld.

What was about to happen next could be difficult to handle… Charmine’s gaze hardened as she recalled that. Regardless of Waverly’s intention, it seemed she would still cause problems so long as Charmine remained by Anthony’s side. With that, she had to hurry in finding a cure for Chris. Meanwhile, at the engagement ceremony venue... Despite the chaos that occurred in the morning, Waverly and Anthony ended up hiring Master Green Mango in the afternoon, and he played one of the ten famous music, Dream Wedding, with the piano, on the spot. Just like that, everything settled down and the atmosphere regained its tranquility.

All the necessary arrangements had been made, and no more obstacles remained in the way. At the largest seven-star hotel in Meawood City, the joyful and melodious wedding march could be heard outside, and many prominent figures were arriving one after another. It was worth noting that Delbert, now the sole heir designated by Milton, had a net worth of over a billion dollars. This wedding was undoubtedly the center of everyone's attention. It was incredibly grand and lavish, with the cost alone reportedly reaching millions. The wedding venue was extraordinarily luxurious, giving guests the impression of being in a palace.

The blond's hands take her body carrying her in his arms, going up the steps and walking a carpeted aisle, to get to where the tables are, right where the food is, and a beautiful chocolate cake with strawberries in front of her eyes, her dream wedding, only it was different, although she likes it, since the blond is attentive to her. The blond gently and delicately puts the blond on the wedding chair, that Julio's parents had designed and chosen for them, with balloons, but in this case the blond would take his place, Julio's parents are very sorry for what happened, they had no idea. "I'm sorry, I swear I didn't know, forgive me, hey we didn't want to make you feel bad and if you already h

“We’d better go. Enough talking, Dad.” Charlie left the room without waiting for her father. He kept talking, but she was used to it by now. He had been doing this for the past few days, knowing the wedding was finally happening. *** The sun began to set, spreading a warm golden light over the Carrington Nut Plantation. The farm looked even more beautiful, with bright shades of orange, gold, and green, making the place feel rich and natural. At the front stood a wooden arch that served as the altar. It was draped with flowing fabric and decorated with golden vines, eucalyptus, and orange and white flowers. Next to the altar was a small stage for the band and choir led by Maxwell.

The arch with lots of colorful flowers of different shapes ad sizes. Music started to play as the march started to begin. The voice of the singer was amazing and the song, if she was not mistaken its entitled 'I wanna grow old with you' by Westlife. She wonder who chose the song anyway? The song was appropriate for the couple who love each other and wanted to grow old together. Alec and her don't feel that way so it was ridiculous hearing that song in this wedding. The arch with colorful expensive flowers of all different shapes and sizes, flower wreaths hanging above the guests chairs they were all beautiful and fantastic. This wedding was worth million dollars for sure. A bitter sad smile

I frown at them and then glance between them and Victor, frustrated by all this surveillance. “Okay!” I say, brushing past it. “Let’s go, time to get on the move!” I shoo the boys towards the waiting van, which we’ll be taking with Victor and Amelia. Deciding – correctly – that the house is no fit place for a wedding of three hundred people, Amelia selected a beautiful estate about an hour away for the venue. It’s a vast mansion set against a waterfall, with sweeping terraces and a professional staff used to catering to the rich and famous. Gloriously beautiful and, I presume, incredibly expensive.