Mlp A Canterlot Wedding Novels & Stories

The wedding day dawned crisp and golden over the Carter farmhouse, a sprawling estate nestled in rolling hills far from urban glare. No paparazzi swarmed the gates today—Wendell Carter had ensured absolute privacy, inviting only a minimal circle: a handful of trusted family friends, select relatives, and the bare essentials for the intimate ceremony. Wendell beamed broadest of all, his weathered face alight with unbridled joy, clapping backs and toasting quietly with aged whiskey as preparations hummed in the sun-dappled gardens.

ARNOLD's P O V It's been three months since Celestine left the city and the villa… and today is the day that her sister, Leina, and I will finally get married. My parents came to the conclusion that they wanted to throw the ‘‘Wedding of the Century,’’ so they invited a large number of guests and spent no less than one hundred million dollars on the event, which was lavish in every sense of the word.

Even if this marriage was for show, the emotions and experiences surrounding it were very, very real. Shannon squeezed my hand, her voice breaking the reverie. "Ready to get married?" I nodded, taking a deep breath. "Let's do it." The venue was breathtaking. Château Éclat, the sought-after wedding location, was an opulent mansion surrounded by meticulously manicured gardens. Ancient willow trees draped their graceful branches over koi-filled ponds, and fragrant roses of every shade carpeted the grounds. The air was perfumed with the scent of blooming jasmine and lilies, setting a romantic ambiance.

"Come, Miss." Surprisingly, Caraline's long legs were moving forward rather than away, even though she had just echoed the decision to call off the wedding. However, what happened to her was unexpected. Currently, Caraline was walking the red carpet holding a bouquet of white roses. Caraline could feel the real wedding feel from this room. The rooftop garden decor was perfect for her. Again, she had Helen to thank. Up ahead, Caraline found three men from the Aberald family standing and looking at her. The chairs behind and beside them were empty, except for the one Helen was now sitting on.

About 200 members RSVPed to come to the wedding today to see me officially become part of the family, which made my nerves even more heightened. The chairs were white with lace cushions on them that had a grey tone to them. Behind all the chairs were two small tables with notebooks sitting on them where you could write a message for Archie and me to read later, which was Lila's idea. At the altar were two huge bouquets of 100 flowers that were a mix of grey and maroon roses. Also at the altar was my fiance who looked so gorgeous

The day before my wedding, I discovered my fiancé's close female friend had turned the church into a bloody haunted house. When I confronted my fiancé, Yves Laurent, he blamed me for making a fuss. After I called the wedding off, he suddenly regretted it. - I never expected that Yves Laurent—who always seemed so honest and steady—could harbor such a grim, macabre taste. Our wedding was tomorrow. The whole city's respectable families would be in attendance; if they saw a horror-show themed ceremony, they would mock me without mercy.

"And even if I'm not, even if something happens down the line, I'm not going to regret choosing you. The time we have is worth whatever comes after." He kissed me deeply. "I love you so much." "I love you too." I settled back against his chest. "Now let's talk about the wedding. We need to finalize details." The next week we threw ourselves into wedding planning with renewed focus. Time felt more precious now, each moment something to celebrate rather than take for granted. "Spring wedding at the estate," Trenton said as we sat with Calliope reviewing options. "Outdoor ceremony by the gardens." "Guest list is up to one hundred fifty," Calliope said. "Do we want to cut it down?"

On the front seat, Marsha was seated, looking so adorable in her white dress, as she’d be one of the flower girls for the entourage. "Mommy, you look lovely!" Marsha praised her as she started the engine. Michelle smiled at her. "Really?" Her daughter nodded in response. "Yes, you are lovely. I like you in white clothes. You look like an angel. Only wings are needed." "Well, you look lovelier, my love!" Michelle pinched Marsha’s cheeks before she drove the car. The wedding would be held in one of the famous churches in Milan—the Duomo di Milano. It was an hour's drive from the flower shop, and she was thankful that there was no traffic on the road. They arrived on time and were picked up by

By tomorrow evening, he'll come looking for me. We eat, drink and she tells me how another date didn't show up. I find it funny that every guy she tries to date somehow disappears. It's either they're scared of her or someone is scaring them off. I have a hunch and I'll test it this weekend during my wedding reception. If I'm right, we are in for some drama. Maybe even a funeral. Dante decided to hold the wedding in a small chapel, that's located a few minutes from the vineyard. The reception will be held there. It's also mine now. Angelo gifted it to me as my wedding present and said papa would have done the same thing if he was still alive.

I pinched it on the side and it ridiculously stopped me. "Hahaha. I love tickling you, maybe it would be better if you just kiss me." I turned my back on him and covered myself with a blanket. "I don't know about you!" I promise. The next day, it was really what everyone was waiting for. The fancy wedding. The police escorted me to the church. When arriving at the church, those who attended our wedding did not dance together. You thought it was a celebrity getting married because of the crowd. Especially when I started walking towards the altar where Joseph was standing there.