Mlp A Canterlot Wedding の小説・ストーリー

Jerald then turned to Melainy with a lower voice, “There will be more gifts for you, of course!” They all smiled and enjoyed the mango sago. It was a sunny day when Vincent and Melainy went out to register for marriage at Fort Canning Hill. After both of them signed their names, the officer nicely asked whether they wanted a photo. Melainy hesitated, but Vincent accepted and pulled her to stand in front of the big heart shaped statue. “Smile…1, 2, 3!” “We need some photos…and even if it’s a fake marriage, I want to record some moments.” Vincent grinned and walked out of the hall with Melainy, “Would you like to celebrate a bit?”

“Blush or champagne? Annie, you have the best eye for this.” Annie shifted on the comfortable couch, one hand resting on her belly. She studied the fabrics for a moment. “Blush. It feels softer. More hopeful.” Elena nodded. “I agree. It will look beautiful against the garden setting.” Adrian glanced up from his laptop across the room, a small smile tugging at his lips as he watched Elena. “You three have been at this for hours. Take a break. The wedding is still two months away.” Mrs. Carter laughed. “Two months is nothing when there’s so much to plan! Lila, have you decided on the cake flavors yet?”

"I'm getting married in three weeks, not next year. Fix this." Mikel got up and grabbed his phone. "What's going on?" I covered the phone. "Canterbury Gardens messed up and booked our wedding to someone else. They want us to wait until spring." He looked annoyed. "No way we're waiting. We had to move this wedding once already, for five years!" "Ms. Romano," the person went on, "I know you're upset, but it's so close to the date"

Every time they tried to contribute, Catherine steamrolled over them. Athena attempted again. “What about the flowers? We thought maybe” “No, no, and no,” Catherine said, waving her hand dismissively. “The theme will be Royal White. Roses, orchids, lilies, and a mirrored aisle. The wedding should look like it’s for a Blackwood, not a Dexter.” Max swallowed hard. It was almost impressive. Almost inspiring. And absolutely terrifying. The Dexters watched silently as Catherine continued: “This wedding must scream elegance. Prestige. Power. Blackwood legacy. The girl might be your daughter, but she will marry into MY arrangements.”

The groom's expression, however, was anything but pleased. Lorenzo became even more infuriated when he found out the church he had booked was hosting a wedding. His baskets of roses had been pushed into a corner to make room for lilies. "What's going on?" he snapped, grabbing one of the church staff, his face dark. "I paid for exclusive use of this place for the entire day!" Just then, the wedding ceremony ended. The church doors swung open, and cheers spilled out. The groom looked familiar. He was the Don of the Argento family from Southern Darvent, Dominic. The possessive way he gazed at his bride left no doubt about his feelings.

My bridesmaids hailed from the Betas of my pack, while Magnus' groomsmen were selected from the Alphas and Betas of the Silvercrest Pack. A crimson carpet was unfurled along the central aisle, starting from the forest glade up to the serene woodland that I chose as the wedding venue. The whole place was decorated with ornamental flowers and bistro lights were dangled from the trees, creating a magical ambiance that bathed the reception area in a soft, enchanting light. Chiffon fabrics that were used for draping added a billowing effect to make the venue more elegant and luxurious.

With a brain like hers, who knew how long it would have taken her to find a husband? “Nobody asked for your opinion!” Helen shot him a glare, raising her fist in mock threat. Richard shrugged, not bothering to argue. Wilfred reassured her, “Don’t worry, I’ll be back in plenty of time. It’s a quick trip.” “Alright then.” As the conversation continued, Justin, who had been quietly listening, finally spoke up. “If you haven’t booked a wedding venue yet, I can provide one.” The Yates Hotel was the most prestigious venue in Lincourt City. Its luxury and reputation made it a perfect choice for their wedding.

"Think regal, sophisticated, and timeless. A touch of old-money elegance." Martha raised a brow. "It’s stunning, but maybe a little too… traditional?" I nodded. "It’s beautiful, but it doesn’t scream Martha to me. You’re more daring than that." Vivian smirked and moved on to the next board. "Option two—An Enchanted Garden Wedding." This one was breathtaking—soft fairy lights woven through the trees, a pathway covered in rose petals, a dreamy outdoor ceremony with delicate floral arches. Martha gasped. "Now this is gorgeous."

At the start of their wedding planning, Elliot and Elena sit down to discuss what they envision for their big day. Elena has always dreamed of a romantic outdoor ceremony, surrounded by nature’s beauty. Her ideal wedding includes soft, pastel colors, fairy lights, and a serene ambiance. Elliot, on the other hand, prefers a more modern and intimate setting. He suggests incorporating sleek designs, subtle elegance, and a venue that feels personal rather than grandiose. To merge their visions, they decide on a garden venue with a contemporary twist—a charming space with lush greenery, minimalist decor, and warm lighting. This compromise not only reflects their individual preferences but also sy

Camille stood up and turned her head to order the butler, “Go and prepare for Mr. Carter’s marriage. It has to be grand, and I want to let everyone in St. Piaf witness that moment.” “Understood, Madam,” the butler replied and was about to go make preparations. “Wait.” Carter stopped him. Camille looked at Carter. “Are you not happy with my suggestion or arrangement?” “I want the wedding to be held in Glendale,” Carter voiced what he was thinking in his heart. “Here?” “I want it to be in the most luxurious hotel in Glendale.” “However, you have a special identity in St. Piaf. This wedding will not just be a wedding, it’s more of a contest,” Camille said earnestly. However, she did not force C