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"Oh, here are the bride and groom," the wedding planner, Mona, said. Her eyebrows lifted, her head shaking in disbelief. She knew well that the couple had locked themselves in the dressing room before getting their retouch. This was the first time she arranged a wedding for a couple who were so horny for each other! "Time for the party entrance, everyone!" Mona called all the participants' attention, and Shantelle and Evan both laughed at how they were about to have their second exercise of the day.

When they were through with the shopping and the rest, Carlotta bid them goodbye. "Welcome back Madam, and young Miss" the maid greeted them when they got inside. "Thanks, Stacey. How are you?" The young girl smiled at Silver and collected some shopping bags from Loretta. "I'm fine young Miss. That reminds me, the wedding planner is on the patio. She has been waiting for quite a while now." Silver almost fainted when she heard about the wedding planner. She thought since they came back a bit late, she would move the appointment to tomorrow.

She ran away with my money! Then the pandemic struck, mercilessly battering the already fragile wedding industry. Even with my fame as a celebrity wedding planner, the business suffered a devastating blow. No one wanted to get married during those times. The truth is, the title of a celebrity wedding planner is nothing but a hallowed illusion, an empty shell of grandeur. I often find myself reduced to a mere errand runner for self-absorbed stars, enduring their callous treatment and petty demands.

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.

My fiancé hated anything that felt like a hassle. In the five years we dated, I always chose where we went. His only job was to have his driver take him there. For birthdays and anniversaries, he gave me the same Barbie-pink lipstick every time. When we started planning our wedding, nothing changed. I tried to go over the guest list with him, but he said it was too much trouble and couldn't be bothered to check it carefully. Even when it came to our engagement photos, he complained that the shoot would take too long, so we only did one basic package. Today, I came to the wedding planning studio alone to give final approval on the arrangements. As the planner, Claire Bennett, pulled up the re

Ellis gently guided her toward the seat positioned at William’s other side. Adrian sat beside her. The subtle warmth of his presence lingered near enough that she occasionally caught the faint scent of his cologne whenever he shifted slightly in his chair. For some reason, that awareness made it harder to fully relax. William, meanwhile, seemed entirely unconcerned with subtlety. “So,” he began while unfolding his napkin, “how exactly is the wedding planning progressing?” Selena nearly froze with her water glass halfway to her lips. Across the table, Evelyn hid the faintest trace of amusement behind her wine glass.

As Harold's parents comforted me, they pulled me into their car, and we sped toward the wedding venue. Inside the church, the center aisle was covered in Juliet roses, the kind of arrangement that must have cost a fortune. At the altar, the pastor was already reciting the wedding vows. Before him stood Leila, wearing a gown worth tens of millions, and Harold. She gazed up at him with bright, loving eyes. Just as they were about to exchange rings, with romantic music drifting through the hall, Derek charged in and shouted for the ceremony to stop.

Yvonne and Samuel, however, looked like bedraggled refugees. In addition, the bride-to-be looked miserable, making it clear she wasn't getting married by choice. Yet, regardless of what they were thinking, the staff did their jobs and processed the marriage certificate. They were even forced to take a photo to celebrate that moment. That was easily the most hideous and strange thing they had ever seen in the city hall. Upon hearing from the chauffeur that Yvonne and Samuel had gotten their marriage certificate, I felt a surge of satisfaction, as if a mischievous scheme had worked perfectly. However, this particular scheme would haunt them for as long as they lived.

He was the exact image of the perfect and smiling son, and that made me feel slightly sick inside. I doubted that his father or my mother could ever guess what he was really like, and that was for the best. I reminded myself that this dirty little secret between us had to stay between us no matter what. "She should be here any moment now. Oh, there she is!" my mother said as she pointed in the direction where a lady was coming our way. "Hello, sorry I'm a little late," the wedding planner said before introducing herself as Kim. "So today let's go over where we want the decorations to be and also the overall flow of the event. Since we still have time, there's still room to change and swap th

he said, and after a brief chat with Christy, he ended the call. Back in his room, Winchester gave Ansel, his butler, a command. “Find the best world-class wedding planner. I want this wedding to be the talk of the world.” “The planner is already being vetted,” the butler replied. “I’ll get back to you as soon as possible.” By dusk, a renowned wedding planner had been invited to the mansion. Winchester descended the stairs and joined the planner to discuss plans. “Sir, it would be truly outstanding if the wedding could take place in three different cities,” the planner suggested.