The Wedding Planner Novels & Stories

I chimed in and he kissed me again. “Yes, now that’s more like it. I already got a wedding planner for you. She will be calling you tomorrow, and you can tell her everything you want for your big day. Don’t worry, all the bills are on me and that doesn’t mean you should hold back on your expenses. I’m going all out for this wedding, I want the whole world to know that I’m getting married to the love of my life.” He let out and if I didn’t know him well, I would say he was excited and really meant his words. But I know him well enough, he just wants to get his plan in motion very fast. Get married to me very quickly, get my money and leave me dejected and with a scandal, since it was a loud w

The wedding planner, a petite woman with perfectly coiffed hair and a bright smile, looks up at me with a warm greeting, but I can barely muster a nod in return. I take a seat beside Damien, the tension between us palpable. My hands tremble as I reach for the glass of water in front of me, trying to steady my nerves. The planner starts going over the agenda, her voice chirpy and professional, but all I can hear is the echo of Damien's harsh words from our phone call. “We’ve got a lot to cover today,” the planner says, flipping through her notes. “First, let’s finalize the guest list. We need to make sure everyone important is included—”

I was immediately awake. Scrolling through the article, I finally found the statement: Crystal Blanchard, Head Wedding Planner of Ever After Weddings, is planning my daughter’s wedding. She is a family friend. Nothing more, nothing less. I interact with Ms. Blanchard platonically and professionally for the purpose of planning my daughter’s wedding. Regarding the picture in question, we had just been out to dinner to go over the wedding details, and Ms. Blanchard had fallen ill. I took her home, and she thanked me for my kindness with a hug.

Eleanor couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the sudden chaos that had taken over her once peaceful abode. "The bride comes," someone chirped from across the room, drawing attention to Eleanor's entrance. A tall, young girl with a vibrant energy rushed over to her, her attire flaunting her bare legs in a tight frock. "Hello, Miss Watson," she exclaimed, extending her hand for Eleanor to shake. "I'm Laura, your wedding planner." Eleanor's eyebrows shot up in surprise. A wedding planner? She couldn't believe her ears. What need did she have for a wedding planner when she had no desire to get married in the first place?

People gave it to her instinctively. “This wedding,” Alexander continued, “is not a private garden party. It is a public event with investors, international press, political guests, and two family corporations attached to its success. I asked for precision. This is not precision.” The wedding planner’s cheeks reddened. “Mr. Vale, with respect, the scope of the event has changed three times in two weeks.” “Then your work should have changed with it.” Celeste finally looked up from her phone. “Alexander.” It was a soft warning.

Catherine said to me. “Thank you,” I said. I took deep breaths and went back to the main house to meet the wedding planner. I didn’t know anything about planning a wedding, and I was a little nervous, but I couldn’t just blow her off. She was waiting for me in the living room with her assistant and several binders in front of her. She was a gorgeous woman with long dark hair and bright blue eyes. She was gorgeous. I couldn’t help but think she was the kind of woman Cillian was attracted to. Not someone like me.

💍 Arc One: Wedding Planning Stress — Love Under Logistics The wedding planner’s office smelled faintly of lavender and fresh paper. Sample invitation cards, venue portfolios, and seating charts covered the glass table in front of Harper and Emery. “I didn’t realize weddings involved this much… decision-making,” Harper muttered, flipping through venue contracts. Emery laughed softly but rubbed her temples. “We’re balancing global academic work, speaking tours, and planning a wedding. Of course it’s complicated.” Their planner smiled politely.

he said, and after a brief chat with Christy, he ended the call. Back in his room, Winchester gave Ansel, his butler, a command. “Find the best world-class wedding planner. I want this wedding to be the talk of the world.” “The planner is already being vetted,” the butler replied. “I’ll get back to you as soon as possible.” By dusk, a renowned wedding planner had been invited to the mansion. Winchester descended the stairs and joined the planner to discuss plans. “Sir, it would be truly outstanding if the wedding could take place in three different cities,” the planner suggested.