The Wedding Planner Movie Novels & Stories

To top it all off, one of the cheap novelty cannons set up at the site misfired and injured a relative’s child. Brendan’s mother surveyed the wreckage in front of her, shaking with fury. She fixed her eyes on Gemma. "Gemma. This is the wedding planner you chose? This is the perfect wedding you promised us over and over again? You have humiliated me beyond anything I thought possible today." The moment the words left her mouth, the old woman’s eyes rolled back and she collapsed. Brendan scooped his unconscious mother into his arms, his face like ice. "Gemma, the wedding is off."

If I managed not to flinch at every touch, that would be a huge success. “Well, you don’t have much time. Cosimo Greco insists things progress quickly. The wedding is set for four weeks from now.” I dug my fingers into the leather of the armchair, the color draining from my face. “Four weeks? But that’s not enough time to plan everything.” Definitely not enough time to mentally prepare myself for marrying a Greco—if I could even prepare for something like that. “Don’t worry. I already contacted a few bridal shops. Of course some of the most popular

"About it, Mom. The Moxa family will sort this out soon. We'll definitely close this news and my marriage to Vina goes on." "Are you sure, honey?" she asked. "Yes. Mommy even intends to make a luxurious wedding for us. Mommy prepared a honeymoon package to Bali for us." What's more for a honeymoon package, after all they have also produced a child from their illicit relationship. Isn't a honeymoon more appropriate for Bara and Nayya, who just got married? Vina's face brightened. The thought of lavish weddings and honeymoon packages made him impatient to get to that happy day. Become a queen for a day then go to a famous tourist spot.

Chapter 2 Wedding Receptions & Drama. As far as weddings go; Gemma was a beautiful bride and stunning in every sense of the word. For the duration of the ceremony and reception, Gemma and Garrett were sitting together with Sienna and Apollo. Appolo checked on his girlfriend throughout the festivities via his phone, because he was busy at the wedding doing his best man duties. He texted her and tried to call her, when he saw her with Bradley who he didn't like and hates with every fibre of his being ,because he was with the girl that he brought to the wedding he talked to Sienna because he was worried.

After some time, Luke knocked on the door and came after Marty told him to come in. "Sir, the wedding organizer is here," Luke reported with a hint of excitement. "Let her in," Marty said and added, "Let Ms Simpsons serve snacks" "Yes, sir," Luke answered and let the wedding planner come in. A beautiful lady clad in a skimpy dress sashayed into the room. "Good afternoon, sir, I'm Hailey Costner from Halcyon Corporation" the wedding planner introduced herself to Marty while batting her eyelashes. She extended her hand for a handshake, however, Marty didn't accept her offer for a handshake.

However, before she could speak, Ryan reached out and shoved her aside. "You're in my wife's way." My wife. The words rang in my ears. Quentin narrowed his eyes, warning him, "Ryan, this wedding was supposed to be for Natalie." Ryan gave him a lazy, unimpressed glance. Tension crackled between them. "And I’m the groom. Did you need a reminder? Quentin, are you here to steal the bride?" He smirked. "In front of… your precious Olivia?" Quentin stiffened. Olivia pinched his arm, snapping him back to his senses. He forced a casual shrug.

Chester's mother pressed her ear to the breathing mask on my face, listening intently to my final words. "Mrs. Morrison," I whispered. "I never want to see him again." She nodded, her expression dark and grim. "I've heard about what happened at the wedding. Don't worry, I'll deal with that ungrateful son of mine—" I shook my head and interrupted her, "That doesn't matter anymore. My grandmother was gone too." "What? H-how could this happen?" She froze in disbelief, her tear-filled eyes wide with shock. Her voice broke as tears streamed down her face.

“Elena, sweetheart, you’re overthinking it. Trust me, I’ve planned events for people ten times more important than Alexander Wells.” The wedding planner, a sharp-dressed woman with a clipboard that looked heavier than my art supplies, smiled at me with practiced charm. “I’m not overthinking,” I replied, tugging at the hem of my blouse. “I just want the wedding to feel like me, not some… corporate gala.” My voice faltered when I said it, as though voicing the truth would somehow jinx this entire thing.

Even the household staff acted with a cruelty they would never dare show Evelyn. As she stood there, trapped in her own grief, her eyes swam with unshed tears. She had no choice but to play her part, standing silently as the priest pronounced Julian and Evelyn husband and wife. The weight of her helplessness was crushing. Some might wonder why she would serve as maid of honor in the wedding of two people who had hurt her so deeply. But it wasn’t her decision. They had placed her here, front and center, to remind her that she was powerless—that she existed merely to be mocked and humiliated. “I now present to you Mr. and Mrs. Julian Stone,” the priest declared, and the guests erupted into app

She was dumbfounded by how things were escalating casually after they reunited. “Yes, Mr. Soldevilla. You see, I’m balancing my diet because I’m getting married soon and I can’t afford to gain weight now that my wedding gown has been made,” she replied, faking a smile, but frowning when she noticed that he didn’t seem interested in what she was saying. She just took a deep breath before shifting the conversation to business, but Revan cut her off again before she could even open her mouth. “Hmm, isn’t that him?” he wondered aloud, staring behind him.