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Gideon replies casually. Joe's brows knits together. "I did?" "Yeah, at the party too! Anyway, I had to see for myself where my son's getting married!" Gideon says, slapping Joe's back. "Sorry, this is your dad!?" Martha asks, almost breathlessly. Gideon winks at her. "Well, who's the pretty lady!?" he asks flirtatiously. Martha thrusts out a hand. "I'm Martha, the wedding planner!" Gideon shakes her hand. "It is so nice to meet you, Martha the wedding planner!"

“Because you don’t look happy, Lila. You haven’t looked happy in months.” The words hit harder than they should have. “Wedding planning is stressful. That’s normal.” “It’s not the wedding planning.” He leaned forward, his voice low enough that only I could hear over the hiss of the espresso machine and the chatter of other customers. “Lila, he left you at the altar for a paper cut.” “He didn’t know it was just a cut—”

After he closed the door, I let out a long sigh of relief, preparing to get some rest. When I woke up, my phone was lit up; it was another text message from my mother. The wedding plans were finally finalized She also sent over a dozen wedding design proposals—each a meticulously planned vision. I scrolled through the designs absently, tapping to enlarge a few. Seating arrangements, security layouts, floral symbolism—everything had already been planned down to the smallest detail. I was so absorbed that I didn’t hear Ted come in until he suddenly snatched the phone from my hand and tossed it onto the bed.

💍 Arc One: Wedding Planning Stress — Love Under Logistics The wedding planner’s office smelled faintly of lavender and fresh paper. Sample invitation cards, venue portfolios, and seating charts covered the glass table in front of Harper and Emery. “I didn’t realize weddings involved this much… decision-making,” Harper muttered, flipping through venue contracts. Emery laughed softly but rubbed her temples. “We’re balancing global academic work, speaking tours, and planning a wedding. Of course it’s complicated.” Their planner smiled politely.

That wasn't Marco. The Marco I knew was always smooth, always classy. He never lost his cool in front of people, especially not over someone else's business. What bothered me more was the fleeting look of disappointment on his face. And resentment. As the top wedding planner in New York, I had to keep business and personal separate. I watched them walk the aisle. Again and again. The rehearsal didn't end until Isabella finally had a satisfied smile on her face. The stabbing pain in my chest grew sharper, and I had to lean against a pew, pressing hard against it.

“Dylan, are you okay? What the heck are you talking about? Of course, my sister can't go to your wedding. She’s getting married today too.” Dylan felt like he had been struck by lightning. He froze, completely stunned, and his mind went blank. His hand trembled as he gripped the phone, hardly believing what he had just heard. “M-Married?” he forced the word out. “To who?!” His voice rose uncontrollably. “Haven’t you seen the financial magazine or headlines lately? She’s marrying the heir of the Muller family—Jasper Muller.”

Dante stumbled backward, his gaze hollow as he stared at the hotel entrance in utter disbelief. The wedding had been canceled. "Ms. Ford canceled the wedding herself," the hotel employee added quietly. Maria's expression turned icy at once. She questioned Dante, "What's going on? Today's the wedding day, but where is she? Didn't you say that everything had already been arranged?" Dante's throat was all clammed up. It took him a while to squeeze out the words, "I don't know…"

This was exactly the kind of wedding I'd always wanted. Leonard and I'd been together for eight years. Every time I brought up marriage casually, he'd brush it off, insisting he needed to focus on his career. "Be reasonable, Mabel. I'm climbing the ladder. This isn't the time to settle down." And yet, there he was, marrying someone else. The officiant quieted the crowd and called the bride and groom forward. As everyone cheered, Leonard and Selene slipped rings onto each other's fingers—the rings that should have been his and mine.

“I understand that you are planning a wedding with approximately six hundred guests, including investors, press, political figures, and international partners. I understand that the ceremony and reception will function as both a personal event and a public statement. I also understand that your previous planner was dismissed yesterday.” Alexander’s eyes narrowed slightly. “You were briefed quickly.” “I prepare quickly.” “Preparation and execution are not the same thing.” “No,” Lena agreed. “They are not.” He waited. She did not rush to fill the silence. Interesting. Alexander leaned back. “This wedding cannot fail.” “Most clients feel that way.” “I am not most clients.” “No,” Lena said. “Mos

She bit her lips again while Ajax gulped down feeling blood rushing downwards of his body. The Father started saying," The wedding ceremony between Ajax Hernandez and Diana Jones will now commence." Sounds of clapping echoed through the whole place while flashlights from cameras almost blinded Ajax & Diana. Reporters of news channels and entertainment magazines were present here as well to cover this grand wedding. " Marriage vows are about two people exchanging words of promise about their lives before the people that love them. If anyone objects to this wedding, please speak now or forever hold your peace," The Father asked the audience.