Wedding Plan The Series Novels & Stories

″ malungkot na sabi ni Sara, the bday girl. ″Hmm, sge pero isang oras na lang ha? My husband want to go home na eh″ nakangiting sabi ko. ″I can't literally believe this at first, pero nung ikaw na yung nag kwento, i believe na.″ biglang sabi nya, it was about the wedding. ″Yah, at first i don't want din eh, but mom and dad needs this, and decided na sila, i can't do anything. ″ nasabi ko na lamang.

Felicity looked at the man walking towards her, and couldn't help but directly put the divorce agreement on the coffee table. Iminuwestra niya, "Dahil handa ka na, pirmahan mo ito nang mabilis." Gusto ko pa rin siyang manganak, ngunit walang pinto. Napatingin si Marco sa "Divorce Agreement" sa coffee table, at hindi maiwasang kumunot ang kanyang mga kilay.

And I'm standing here at the front, not to marry her, But to sing at her wedding to the man she loves. "From this moment on...this is our love song, We'll keep on writing the lines.." Watching her walk down the aisle, knowing I'm not the one she's walking towards. "How far we have come, this feeling so strong, We'll keep on dancing the night." My heart sings a melancholy tune, as I sing at her wedding, knowing I'm not the one you love. Tangina! Nakaya ko pa 'to!

Tila wala siyang pakialam sa paligid hanggang sa dumiretso na siya sa kwarto. Ang unang nabungaran niya sa loob ay ang wedding photo nila ni Theo. Napangiti na lang siya ng mapakla. Wala sa sariling kinuha niya ang wedding photo at pinakatitigan ito... hanggang sa hindi na nakayanan pa. Hinagis niya iyon sa sahig at nabasag habang sumisigaw siya. "AHHHH!!"

“This merger is not just business. It’s strategic. To secure both companies’ future, a contractual agreement will be made.” Napakunot ang noo ni Isabella. “A contractual agreement?” ulit niya. Tumigil ang lahat. Dahan-dahang inilapag ng abogado ang isang folder sa gitna ng mesa. “Marriage contract.” Parang biglang huminto ang mundo niya. Napatingin siya kay Caleb. “Excuse me?” malamig niyang sabi, pero halatang may galit na unti-unting sumisikat.

Ngumiti silang pareho. “Kami na ang bahala, Sir.” “We can handle this.” Tumango ako. Good. Because this time, I wasn’t planning an ordinary wedding. I was planning the moment when Bianca would finally realize that the man she had married months ago… was about to ask her to marry him all over again. *********

Isang segundo lang, pero sapat para maramdaman niya na may mas malalim sa likod ng malamig na anyo nito. Pagbalik sa desk niya, in-open ni Elle ang planner. Nakalista doon hindi lang ang mga meeting ni Knox kundi ang mga nakatago nilang agenda. “Civil wedding, next week. Witnesses—Rodel and Mona. Venue – Makati City Hall, private room. Prenup review—Thursday. Rings – simple bands, no announcement.” Napabuntong-hininga siya. Sa bawat salitang nakasulat doon, ramdam niya ang bigat ng kasal na hindi tungkol sa pagmamahalan kundi sa isang kasunduang kailangang tuparin.

They all had a hangover, pero pumunta pa rin sila bilang isang Francisco para sumama sa gagawing pag-uusap. “So what's the plan, Greta? Wendell? Your son is going to get married; we need to do something. Kailangan nating mamanhikan. We need to pay respect to the family of the bride.” Dino said, ang nakababatang kapatid ni Edie na ama ni Julian.

Ang hirap kasi for sure malulungkot si Tinay. Nagsimula ang program sa kasal, may mga sayaw at kulitan, palaro din at hindi mawawala ang dramahan. Naiisip ko tuloy, ganito kaya kapag ikakasal din kami ni Marcus? Mukhang nakaka-stress yung wedding preparation kaya need talaga kumuha ng wedding planner. Naging busy na kami nang magsimula nang kumain ang mga bisita. Daig ko pa ang manager na umiikot sa buong venue.

Wedding of the year na rin kung maituturing. A heartfelt finale chapter for Anya and Jarren’s story, focusing on love, legacy, and the quiet power of a father’s bond. Warm and uplifting while honoring the emotional depth of the moment: "The First Day of Forever" The morning of the wedding dawned with a soft, golden light, the kind that made the vineyard’s rolling hills glow like something out of Anya’s childhood dreams. She stood at the edge of the ceremony arch, her ivory lace dress whispering against the grass, and gripped her father’s arm a little tighter.