The Wedding Planner 소설 & 이야기

The next morning, Quinn came to see me on her own. She carried a thick stack of wedding planning documents, offering a half-hearted apology. “Eve, about the wedding dress and the ring… I didn’t expect it to cause you so much trouble. I was just being cheeky. To make it up to you, I’ll take over the wedding planning.” Before I could respond, Lewis chuckled. “Quinn is trained in wedding design overseas and has won multiple awards for it. She’s more capable than most professional planners. Having her handle it will save you a lot of trouble.”

“She should be the main topic of your entire life right now. You know, because of the wedding. White dress. Big ring that could affect the tides. Little things.” “And you?” “I’m the wedding planner.” “You’re not just that.” I looked at him. A small sound came from the restroom hallway. Heels against the floor. A woman laughing. Not Gracie. Not yet. Our table was still too small. The restaurant was too bright. Rhysand’s espresso had started to go cold, but the man did not care. Of course he did not. He could make cold things feel underqualified. “I am exactly that,” I said. “Your wedding planner. The person who will make sure your citrus aisle does not turn int

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

he mumbled sleepily against my shoulder. “I know,” I said softly. “Mom is sorry.” “The wedding planner is here,” John announced. My stomach tightened immediately. I handed him back to the nanny and followed the sound of voices into the sitting room. The wedding planner wasn’t what I expected. She looked young and elegant, and she carried herself with the kind of confidence that instantly filled the room. “Good day, Ma,” she said with a bright smile. “My name is Bee. I’m here to make your special day unforgettable.”

I look down at the elegant script of his contact information, then back at the happy couple now posing for photos that will document their perfect day. What kind of man approaches a wedding planner at someone else’s reception to offer her the job of a lifetime? I didn’t know it then, but this event would change far more than my schedule.

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

Instead, he lets it fall. “Six days,” he says softly, voice rough at the edges. “Then this part ends.” But what comes after? The words are unspoken, but they sit heavy between us. At precisely nine, the wedding planner arrives. A severe woman with hair pulled into a knot so tight it looks painful, her tablet clutched like a weapon. Three assistants trail behind her, armed with swatches, binders, and sterile efficiency. The table soon vanishes under glossy photographs—flower arrangements, gilded invitations, crystal centerpieces. None of it feels real. None of it feels mine.

“You can never be too much when it comes to a wedding. This is your dream wedding L and we will bring it to life.” I couldn’t be happier with my wedding planner. I was not a loud and assertive person. I definitely had to work on it because I wanted to go back to school and do criminal law. Corporate law was fun while at school but in the real world, I wasn’t cut out for it. Irya listened to me and she was not assertive to the point where it felt as if she was bullying me. I was comfortable around her so I knew we would work well. “I also did some research and I found nice pieces I would like added to some of the decorations. Cute black and white shields, gold spears, traditional mats, let me

“So, you don’t wear yourself out in wedding preparations. I need you energetic on the wedding day.” “Hmmm.” The wedding planner came and Elena couldn’t help but notice how her hips swayed and her professional pantsuit showed the right amount of cleavage to entice a man. She was a brunette who had a professional but seductive smile plastered on her face and she hugged Aslan and only shook hands with Elena. Her name was Lydia and she was one of the greatest wedding planners in New York. As they sat down, Aslan pulled Elena into him. He knew she was feeling insecure.

She waited patiently for Alfonso to get back so as to select the other items together. The couple hired a talented wedding planner named Lexi, who waited patiently for the couple with Mrs. Tommaso, who couldn't keep the excitement to herself and kept sharing the vision for the extraordinary event. After the arrival of Alfonso, together they meticulously crafted every element of the wedding, from the color scheme to the floral arrangements, with fake smiles on their faces. It was clear that the only person excited here was Mrs. Tommaso; she giggled at everything.