The Wedding Planner Novels & Stories

kept replaying in my mind like a song with no means. The next morning, the sound of unfamiliar voices woke me up from sleep. Makeup artists. Stylists. A bridal consultant. A tailor pins ivory and silk to mannequins. And a tall, elegant woman with a clipboard introduced herself as Sarah. “Your wedding planner,” she smiled. “Or what?” I ask, still half asleep. “We’re out of time,” she said, opening her book. “Three days isn’t ideal, but we’ll make magic happen.” “Three days?” I echoed.

“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.

“They told me everything I needed to know.” “Tell us, Chief. We’ll help you.” Chester said, as they listened intently to Millie’s story. *** THE next day, Millie was picked up by Chandler early to take her into their house for the wedding prep. There were three people who greeted them in the lounge room, introducing themselves as the wedding planners. Mrs. Parker was also there guiding them because apparently, she was the one who hired them. She had no interest at all picking her wedding motif and all, but she had to pretend, or else they’d know.

"You're right. We can have a look today and then make the decision later. I know a month isn't a long time—" "But we're not rushing anything," she finishes for me. "We're going to make sure everything is perfect, from your dress to your makeup. I already contacted a wedding planner. I'm going to meet her today. You're coming with me." As we have our breakfast, she tells me of her plans for the wedding. I think she's more excited than I am. She asks me about possible color combinations and what I like. She wants to have some things sorted out before we meet the wedding planner, Greg Pratt. "He's the best in the city, but he's known for being a little bitch. He'

STEPHANIE The wedding planner, Deloris, seemed to have everything sorted out as if it had all been meticulously arranged beforehand. I found myself standing there, feeling like an unnecessary presence, as she inquired whether I wanted this or that, and then promptly decided on my behalf I knew the marriage was a sham, and the wedding would be too, but for my parents and friends, it was my first wedding and should be something special. I was so upset with Edward that I was relieved when I didn't see him the next morning. With Anna off to school, it was just Emma and me listening to the wedding planner, who was dressed in a suit a

She shrugged casually. “He’s going to have to be,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I have a wedding planner coming later today to go over all the details. I’d like you to meet her. Her name is Natalie Anderson. One of the best wedding planners in the world and I got her to plan MY wedding.” “That’s amazing,” I breathed. “I would love to meet her.” I’ve heard of Natalie Anderson and admittedly I’ve read her bridal magazines in the past. Not that I’d ever tell Enzo that information. He’d get ideas that I’m not ready for.

Amanda quickly jumped into the conversation before her daughter could break down, forcing a smile as she picked up her water glass. "Oh, you're absolutely right, Helen," Amanda smoothed over, shifting the topic. "This wedding really is wonderful news. By the way, I heard the new venue you chose is gorgeous. Do you have any photos we could look at?" "The wedding planner brought them," Helen replied curtly, maintaining her rigid, aristocratic posture. "Here they are, ma'am," a waiter interrupted, guiding a woman in sharp corporate attire who carried two large portfolios. "Good afternoon, everyone," the wedding planner greeted brig

“Maybe because you’re the lead planner?” “A lead planner handles the timeline, vendors, budget, venue, guest flow, seating, crises, and occasionally mediates the mother of the bride who wants to hang a chandelier from an olive tree.” I tapped the trackpad once. “A lead planner does not become an emotional mailbox for the bride and groom.” “Maybe they’re just extremely private.”

"Anastasia, Leon, welcome. We have so much to discuss." "Grandma," Leon said carefully, "this seems like a lot of people." "Nonsense. This is what it takes to plan a proper wedding in two weeks." Eleanor linked her arm through mine and guided me toward the table. "Anastasia, this is Vivian Clarke, the best wedding planner in the city. Vivian, this is my future granddaughter." Vivian stood and shook my hand with a professional smile. "Congratulations on your engagement. I understand we are working with a very tight timeline."

Vladiv said his voice soft with attention. "It's not stressful, besides my friends are helping out," I smiled. "Margaret, I hate to agree with this dude but he is right you know. Planning a wedding isn't child's play, it may look easy from the start but gradually everything becomes really stressful. It won't be a bad idea if a wedding planner is hired," Nikolai said. "You didn't tell me that you have been married before since you seem to know a lot about planning weddings," a mocking smile marred Vladiv's face as he glanced at Nikolai who was glaring at him.