Wedding Suit Bowser Novels & Stories

It was exhausting, yet I had to keep my composure and maintain a good expression. Finally, the ultimate outfit was presented to me, it was a sleek white suit. It was impeccably tailored and elegant, fitting the formal theme perfectly. A small boutonnieres was pinned near the pocket, giving it a distinct wedding aesthetic. At first glance, I immediately knew what the attire was meant for—a groom. Even the background had been meticulously arranged to resemble an actual wedding venue, complete with white floral arrangements, neatly placed seating, and an elegant backdrop. The lighting was adjusted to create a soft, romantic atmosphere.

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

A white stacked dress with transparent green accents, the cut is simple but elegant, making her look like Princes of the Jungle. Mr. Kusuma, his appearance that once made me short of breath with his handsomeness that has increased many times over. He wore a black tuxedo suit with sparkling black accents. His hair is neatly styled. To me, he is like a prince from a fairy tale. Is he?, he will accompany my days. I can't believe it. The third car, me and Wisnu. I almost left this event. It's like my confidence is gone, with my insecurities. Not only Mr. Kusuma encouraged me, Wisnu also tried to strengthen me.

I only looked at the boys in confusion while answering her, “Hayden” “Congrats, Mr. Hayden. Since you want a readymade suit, I believe the wedding is on a short notice. We have some suits here that I believe would fit you with minimum to no alteration. I believe you need a black suit that most grooms prefer or do you have a different color choice?” She asked us and I thought for a moment, “Eh….” How the hell was I supposed to think of the color of my suit when I did not even know until a second ago that I was getting married on a short notice.

The three young women squealed in unison, thrilled. “Primo Semion will do everything in his power to make sure everything goes as planned!” Lisa declared firmly. “Right, right!” Lyn agreed. “Nothing will stop the wedding! So Señora, let’s get you into that gown!” Celeste laughed with them and let them lead her to get dressed. --- “Boss, it suits you,” Diego gave a thumbs-up while watching his boss try on the wedding suit in front of the mirror. “You look like a real person now.”

White chairs were perfectly arranged in rows, with white roses interspersed with a few blue ones decorating the space. The pavilion steps were lined with rose petals, and the pillars, coiled with vines, were adorned with white roses. Yellow fairy lights hung overhead; their glow gave the ambience a magical effect. Everyone stood the moment we walked in, and we approached the pavilion where my mate and husband-to-be stood waiting. He was clad in a black tuxedo with a black bow tie and a white pocket square. His dark hair was gelled back so perfectly that not a single strand was out of place, highlighting his sharp jawline and perfectly plump lips.

“You haven't given me what I need.” I smiled. “Check the locker when I’m gone. You’ll find it there.” He bowed and left. Moments later, a servant brought in my suit. Midnight black with charcoal vest—sharp enough to cut through the saccharine air of celebration. As she buttoned the cuffs, I caught my reflection and smirked. If today were Rebecca’s fairytale, I would be the devil who applauded politely from the corner. The hall The wedding hall glittered when I arrived—gold ribbon, white lilies, chandeliers dripping light like honey.

"Mommy! Is today Auntie Ashley’s princess wedding?" "Yes," I called back, smiling despite myself. "Today is her princess wedding." "And I’m finally gonna wear my tux," he announced proudly. "And you’re gonna look very handsome in it," I replied. "And Luna is wearing her bowtie," he added. "She doesn’t like it." "I know," I said, peeking into his room a moment later. "But she’ll survive." Luna sat on the bed beside him, her fluffy white head tilted dramatically to one side, the tiny pink bowtie perched under her chin. She looked deeply betrayed.

Her wedding dress was a limited masterpiece made by the best seamstress in the whole world, every stitch was well detailed and designers were already planning to replicate it even if there's will be seen as second hand. She had a veil on but still Oliver could tell that she is like a goddess in that gown. He could not take his eyes off this beautiful wife of his that the universe gave him. He slowly walked towards her and took her hand, he was putting on a well groomed tailored deep navy blue suit that was also a limited masterpiece. His suit had matched with her wedding bouquet that was deep blue and white. He stretched his hand forward and she took it “You look like an angel baby” he whisp

Then taps his other feet on the ground. “Here it is Sir, a blue suit, perfect for the wedding.” Kenzo turned to Aziel. “Is he stupid?” “He is,” Aziel replied. “What did I say?” “A black suit, but blue is gonna be the best for you. Man, you look..” He shut his lips by himself, with the look he got from both of them. He bow his head in remorse and scurried out of their sight. “I wanted to kill him.” “Same with me Boss.”