The Wedding Planner 소설 & 이야기

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…"

“I want to renew our vows on our fourth wedding anniversary.” “What?” She barely blinked as she stared at him in surprise. “This time, I want a proper wedding with your dad, my family, and our friends around.” “T-that. That’s four months away.” “Yeah. We will hire a wedding planner. All you have to do is shop for your gown, and dresses, invite your friends, and tell the planner whatever you want to be at our wedding.” “That would be impossible in for months.” “Baby.” He cupped her face, tracing her cheek with his thumb. “Nothing is impossible for the wedding planners with a good deal.”

The thought of marrying Adrian, of starting a new chapter together, kept me excited, even when the mountain of details started to pile up. But as the weeks went on, I began to realize just how much went into planning a wedding, even a small one. Every day, it seemed, there was something else to discuss. There were calls to make, appointments to keep, contracts to sign. We had hired a wedding planner, but even with her help, it still felt like Adrian and I were shouldering the majority of the responsibility. It wasn’t just the wedding; it was everything else—our careers, the ongoing work we both had, the constant juggling act of our responsibilities.

I could afford to make any mistakes, nor could I second-guess the whole plan. The wedding planner sat across from me, flipping through a sleek leather notebook. She was in her late thirties, professional, and looked like the kind of woman who had planned a hundred fairytale proposals. Which was great, because I needed this to be perfect. “So, Mr. Morano,” she said, adjusting her glasses. “You mentioned wanting something intimate but still grand in its own way?” I nodded. “Yeah. Something that feels… personal. Like, if she walks in, she’ll know instantly that it’s for her. No generic bullshit.”

The weight of the preparations loomed over her, and she knew she needed help. After some consideration, Isla decided to hire a wedding organizer. Enter Cathy, a highly recommended planner known for her meticulous attention to detail and her ability to create stunning events. From the moment they met, Isla felt a sense of relief. Cathy was organized and efficient, and she quickly set to work creating a comprehensive to-do list for Isla.

He opened the back door for me, and I climbed in, ready for my meetings. Today was the day. I was going to choose the person who would be in charge of planning my wedding. I’d shortlisted three of the most well-known wedding planners, each highly recommended for their vision and expertise. I was looking for the one with whom I had the best chemistry, the one who understood what I wanted for my wedding, who could bring it to life. With only about two and a half weeks to prepare, I needed someone who would let me be hands-on with every decision. After all, this was my wedding, and I wanted to be in it, heart and soul.

Jenny teased while placing her hands on her hips I laughed “of course you are, but I really wanted her to be here you know” “It’s time ladies, we have a very nervous groom out there waiting to marry his soul mate” Paige interrupted. Paige is my wedding planner, she has been truly amazing in arranging this whole thing. She even managed to arrange for us to marry in the royal suite, the most luxurious and intimate suite of the Plaza hotel. It only allows for around thirty guests which is perfect, I only ever wanted the most important people in my life to witness me marrying the man of my dreams. “Can I just have a moment with my daughter alone”

“Alright, we’re never going to get the most popular wedding planners. They are booked for years or only accept referrals from previous clients. Let’s locate someone. But it might make our lives become crazy.” “What’s the crazy part?” “We could put out to certain groups that we’re looking for available and a unique wedding planner. Give a deadline, show us what they would plan as a wedding for you.” “Brilliant.”

I want to hear every detail. F******k was quite a nice tool for planning a wedding, I had discovered. Elaina had suggested it to me because she was deep into planning her own and knew what she was talking about. I sat down with my Cranberry Zinger tea and logged into my account. I'd set up a private group for sharing photos and business links that con- sisted of me and my small army of foot soldiers: Gaby, Ben. Hannah, Elaina. Marie and Victoria, the official wedding planner, who actually made her living at what had to be a very challenging job, in my opinion. Things were coming to- gether amazingly smoothly for what was now an impossible deadline of only five weeks. Considering I was hormon

"Luna!!!!". The event planners yelp excitedly as I walk into the room. I remind myself to paste a smile on but this is really going to be hard. I'm beyond loathe to do any of this, plan a wedding like it's not about to be the worst day of my life. It has come as a great disappointment to me when I found out that Draaven is not willing to cancel the wedding. I'd think this would be the perfect excuse to.