Mlp A Canterlot Wedding Novels & Stories

Thanks to Victor, my worries were over. After passionately thanking Victor for his help, I slept well that night. I got out of bed the next morning, excited to begin the wedding plans. Lana arrived first thing and joined us in the morning room for breakfast. I handed her my tablet so she could see the notes Victor and I made at the beach. “The ancient chapel at The Association will hold fifty to sixty people,” Lana said. “That’s a perfect number of guests, and we can decorate it with candles and flowers.” Victor’s phone buzzed, and he checked the screen.

Thank goodness our mothers, brothers and sisters are here. Everyone is not only celebrating our nuptials, but also the official end to the Volkanov/Mennetti feud. Expensive champagne flows and the entire wall is lined with at least twenty tables loaded with decadent foods and desserts. The wedding cake is made up of ten different tiers and we have to step up onto a ladder decorated with flowers and silver ribbons in order to make the first cut.

Anita said urgently. "Uhh, you can call him now," Carmen said. "Hi Kay! This is Anita," "Hi there! How are you doing Mrs Anita? What's up." "I'm good, thank you. I've been with Carmen on the wedding plans and we found a suitable hall/event center for the wedding," "Oh great. That's splendid news Anita, what is the name of it please?" "Umm…it is Royal roses Event center. It's close to Carmen's church so I think it will be also easier for guests to locate the place,"

"Name's Carter. One of Link's lieutenants. I figured I should introduce myself since we've got mutual friends." "Marcy," she said, offering her hand. "Lilly's best friend. Chief Wedding Planner. Professional chaos coordinator." Carter took her hand, holding it a beat longer than necessary. "Pleasure. And I gotta say, the wedding setup? Beautiful." Marcy beamed. "I do what I can." "You been dancing yet?" She shook her head. "Been a bit busy. And, you know, watching for any unwanted exes crashing again." Carter laughed. "I think we've got that handled. But if you’re worried, I could always keep you distracted."

（Third-person POV） The party celebrating the wedding was held in the grand ballroom of the Vitelli estate. Under the crystal chandeliers, two hundred guests raised their glasses and laughed. Camilla, in a champagne-colored gown that barely showed her stomach, was radiant at Cassian's side. Marcello, the Elder, raised his glass. "To Don Cassian and the beautiful Camilla! To the future of the Vitelli family!" "Cheers!" Cassian raised his glass like a machine, but his eyes were scanning the crowd.

A gentle wave of applause rippled through the hall. "Our groom today is Mr. Julian Moreau, the sole heir of the esteemed Moreau family. And our bride—Miss Seraphina Valeza, a woman of grace, talent, and elegance." The guests murmured appreciatively. The wedding was nothing short of extravagant. Business giants from Lunada City filled the hall. Families from third-rate and second-rate circles attended in large numbers, eager to strengthen connections. A few representatives from first-rate families were also present—not out of obligation, but purely for entertainment, observing the event as if it were a carefully staged performance.

It went well with the pine leaves and the small wooden flower stand. The Cathedral's rustic look perfectly matched Milan's and Wendell's winter wedding theme. With little touches of fake snow and greens, it gave the ideal setting for the ceremony. Soon, the double doors to the Cathedral opened. The music shifted to a familiar tune of "Unconditionally" by Katie Perry. Milan's frame finally came into their view. She wore a tube dress with a ballroom-cut skirt. Her gleaming veil covered her, but Wendell could see her beautiful face and that sweet smile he had longed to see for the past three hours.

She dropped the velvet box she was holding and turned her attention back to him. "The day after tomorrow, Cristy, our wedding coordinator, booked a flight for us to Amanpulo. We are going to check out the villas and casitas that we and our guests will use for the wedding, as well as the beachfront where they will make the makeshift altar for our wedding. I have already made an appointment with the president, so we can visit him personally at *(4) Malacanang so that we can talk to him personally to ask him to be a godfather for our wedding. The wedding is in 2 months-”

The team at Lourde Cars had transformed their dedication and professionalism into an expression of love and celebration. Catalina, with her remarkable eye for detail, was instrumental in coordinating the event. D'Andre lent his creative talents, overseeing the design and aesthetic elements of the wedding. Taylor and Mr. Kendrick were deeply involved in the decision-making process, ensuring the day was a reflection of their love and the values they held dear. The ceremony was to take place in a picturesque garden, a serene oasis nestled in the midst of a bustling city. As the date approached, the venue was transformed into a breathtaking setting for a truly memorable occasion.

It's short, so the misery won't last long. Sitting between Moby's legs on the floor after popping the disc in the DVD player and turning off the lights, I watch the screen, our names and the date appear. The music starts followed by a panoramic view of the little chapel that's beautifully decorated even with the minimal wedding package we selected. The Bellagio is a class act, and the ceremonies they perform are quick.