Wedding Suit Bowser Novels & Stories

Marcus wore a formal suit, while Josie wore a limited-edition wedding dress, shyly leaning against his chest as if they were the ones getting married. I frowned slightly. Today was my wedding to Vincent Rossi—what were they doing here? I was about to find the manager to ask, when Marcus approached with Josie: "The wedding venue is beautifully decorated. Josie loves it. I promised Josie I'd give her a wedding, so she'll never have to endure people's scorn again."

The chatter grows, as they run from one corner to another, making sure that their friend's big day is perfect, as perfect as they deserve. As the golden hues of the setting sun kissed the edges of the elegant venue, the groom emerged, a vision of timeless sophistication in his classic black tuxedo. The jacket, impeccably tailored, hugged his frame, its satin lapels catching the ambient light with a subtle sheen. The crisp white shirt beneath formed a canvas for a carefully selected jet-black bow tie, adding a touch of refinement to the ensemble.

Some more accessories for me. Loid bought himself an elegant White tuxedo with black shirt, a pair of black shoes and a red bowtie to match with me. “Now that we have everything ready, let's go back home and get ready. I have already informed my beta to get ready. Because tonight, we are not just celebrating the Pack's freedom, but also celebrating our relationship.” Loid whispered softly in my ear. He was hugging me from behind.

Father and I marched forward to the front where obviously the vows were to be said. A few feet from there, I caught sight of him...my husband to be. Cladded in an Armani suit, a bow tie and a white shirt underneath the suit. Black shoes shone. His hair shone against the light of the room. All girl’s eyes seem to be on him. Looking at his face, it was difficult to tell between us who was more irritated with the facade of marriage. Once our gaze met, he looked away. “Mtssssssw, I hate you as much as you hate me dude!”

"Let me show you what we've prepared." "I'll go with Father," Alessio said. "Show him around." "Of course." Two final guests arrived, associates from Sicily, and distant family connections. Enzo checked them off his list, then turned to me. "Those are the last ones on the list," he said quietly. "Boss... it's time to get married." I adjusted my suit jacket, smoothing down the lapels. I had chosen a custom tailored grey suit with subtle silver threading. My tie was perfectly knotted, and my shoes were polished to a shine.

I'd retied my bowtie a couple of times because my mind kept wandering to Lisa like the hopelessly smitten man I was, I could barely focus on myself. I'd decided to wear a dark blue double-breasted suit instead of sticking with the conventional rite of black suits for the groom. I buttoned my jacket and dusted it proudly while I checked myself out in the mirror, Lisa was lucky to be getting married to an absolute snack, I laughed as the silly thought crossed my mind. It hit me again that very moment, I was truly getting married to the woman that made love feel so good I was certain we'd cheated the laws of the universe. I'd never thought I would be so certain that someone was made for me, my

He was already getting tired since yesterday. Women were a headache! Butler James came out with a suit and Vincenzo put it on. He was looking suave with the stylish cut of the expensive tux which had a touch of midnight blue sheen. Cut to precision yet bold across the shoulders, gentle lines around the waist, and the perfect face of a Greek god, Vincenzo brought out the perfect image of a stunning model. "Congratulations on your wedding, Young Master," Butler James said with a bow.

He was still the same handsome man with an obvious aura of masculinity. "Your suit is ready, sir, come." Alma's secretary, Lindsey, came in carrying Carlo Pignatelli, the most famous brand especially for groom's suits which Theo accepted with his eyes not yet completely averted from Rose. In stark contrast to Rose who was watching Lindsey move carefully to help Theo put on the double—fold colored suit. The white and ivory variations overlapped almost perfectly with Rose's wedding dress. It was such a natural match. The suit on Theo's body was too neat and sturdy, even the suit was taken without taking measurements first.

The groomsmen in their smart black suits and the bridesmaids in their stunning white gowns, all carrying bouquets of white roses, added to the sophisticated elegance of the event. The air was filled with the sound of soft classical music, performed by a string quartet, adding to the refined ambiance of the ceremony. It was clear that no expense had been spared in creating a wedding celebration fit for royalty. Adrian stood at the altar, looking every bit the picture of elegance and sophistication. He wore a sharp, fitted black suit with a crisp white shirt and a black tie that was expertly knotted. The jacket hugged his broad shoulders, and the

After Asher said these words, a man with a bag filled with makeup appeared. "He'll dress you up. I paid someone to make you look beautiful. However, you were always beautiful in my eyes. But I knew you'd protest if you didn't wear anything with the wedding dress." Asher gently rubbed my head. I sat in front of the makeup chair. The man put down his make-up bag carefully, and he took out all his equipment carefully. Asher took off all his clothes without feeling awkward. I even knew that the makeup artist who did my makeup also glanced at Asher's body a few times. I smiled and realised that my boyfriend was very handsome, so it was only natural that he attracted people's attention. Asher then