The Wedding Planner の小説・ストーリー

She takes the initiative and greets him first, “Good Morning Mr. Ross. I’m Vine, your wedding planner.” His eyes scan her with max scrutiny. Without replying her he motions to the seat opposite him. Vine obliges with a smile as she sits opposite him. Vine is about saying something but he raises his palm up signaling her to remain quiet. She looks quite shocked at this action. He picks up the napkin in front of him and wipes his mouth. Vine manages a poker face as she’s decided to be professional. “So you are the wedding planner, Vine.” He says. “Yes sir.”

The event planner’s voice echoed in the hall as she walked down the free space designated for the bride and gown and their train to walk down on. “For those of you that are just joining the rehearsal today, my name is Helen. I am the event planner who has been in charge of planning and organizing occasions in this pack for years now. So I can assure you that this wedding will run smoothly. I’ll ensure everything is in place after the end of the rehearsal.” She said. Jones started a clap and everyone joined in but it soon ended by a gesture from the event planner.

"We keep on postponing the inevitable, Mari." Mari was quiet as she shook her head in disapproval, and it was what I wanted. Because god knows what I'll do if she continues to push this conference. "I'll call Theresa, and both of you can continue where you left off." Theresa Wills, the world's best event planner, who happens to be an old friend, was more than happy enough to help Mari plan the wedding. And if it wasn't for the suicide mission in Mexico, she and I would've been catching up with each other over coffee and Mari would be kissing her feet for having the best wedding of the century.

Wedding Planning The next phase of our relationship was the wedding planning phase. At this point, I was kind of out of moves. My objective was to create a beautiful day for my fiancé, my future wife, the love of my life. I asked if she would be offended if I had her do most of the wedding planning so she could have everything the way that she wanted. She happily took the reins and started to plan our wedding. She looked at one wedding venue after another and started touring wedding venues in all her spare time. One day she called me while I was at work and she said she found the spot wanted us to get married. She had stumbled across a venue operated by Wedgewood Weddings. Not only did she l

Junior Smith is my soulmate. He treats me like the queen that I am, he's kind, funny, handsome and he treats me with great respect. He's the perfect man for me and I can't say how excited I am to be taking this next step with him. At times I sit back and just admire him, because how the hell did I ever get so lucky? He was sitting next to me with his hand holding mine and tracing circles on it as we sat in his apartment, speaking to our wedding planner, who was a man named Jared. Jared was one of the most famous party planners in our city and Junior and I only wanted the best for our wedding.

he said sweetly, which put me a bit more at ease. But then he added hesitantly, "It's just, with the pandemic, business hasn't been great. Plus, we'll need to save for a house, which isn't cheap. So even a small wedding feels a bit steep..." "I understand," I said. I'm not unreasonable. I knew he was already thinking of our future with the house savings. I couldn't ignore that. I decided to be honest. "The wedding is really just a formality. My parents said they'd help out with some of the costs. It's not all on you."

He poured over wedding magazines, meticulously researching venues, caterers, and photographers, determined to create a celebration that would be as unique and special as their love story. Hazel, on the other hand, approached the wedding planning with a more practical approach. She focused on the details that mattered most to her: a beautiful setting, a heartfelt ceremony, and a joyous reception filled with loved ones. She wanted the day to reflect their personalities and their journey together, a celebration of their love story that would be etched in their memories forever.

They hired a renowned wedding planner, who began working tirelessly to create a magical event that would make waves in the city and be the talk of the town. The venue was a grand estate overlooking the Pacific Ocean, a perfect setting for a fairytale wedding. The décor was a mix of classic elegance and modern sophistication, with a color palette of blush pink and champagne gold. The guest list was a challenge in itself. Kaitlyn and Estefan had to carefully balance their desire for a private celebration with the demands of their public image. They invited family, friends, and business associates, but they also included a select group of media representatives to ensure maximum coverage.

Justin asked, his question thrown at the wedding planner. “No—" “Of course, my love, you do need to be here. I mean it’s your wedding!” Jessica cut out the wedding planner, before she could say anything further, “right? Right, Mrs Smith?” “Yeah, absolutely. The groom, the groom has to attend such planning meetings, because... it is your wedding. Planking a wedding, it’s definitely not just about what the bride wants.” Mrs Smith explained, caving into Jessica's dubious means. Ugh.

Sophia had planned dozens of high-society weddings, but none had tested her professionalism like this one. The ballroom of the Grand Meridian Hotel glittered with crystal chandeliers and floral arrangements as she reviewed the final seating chart. At twenty-eight, she was one of the city’s most sought-after wedding planners, organized, elegant, and always in control. Until he walked in.