Wedding Suit Bowser Novels & Stories

Joseph and grandma were around too, they wanted to see Alessandra get married to the man that she loved with the whole of her heart and soul. "You're right, being a royal has many advantages."Lisa nodded in support of Hannah's opinion. Meanwhile, in the prince's room, he was so nervous as hell. His jet black hair was combed away from his face, he wore it like a royal because it was a royal wedding, and the dark blue suit that he wore was embroidered with royal medals on the shoulders, to symbolise power. "You need to calm down man and compose yourself, you look worried as fuck."Alexander teased his friend.

With all of that being said, I still feel ecstatic to see them both get married. Dominic was wearing probably the most beautiful suit that I’ve ever seen in my entire existence. I know the color looks good on him but there’s something about how Paul Hermosa designed the garment that makes him look great. And it’s not even a whole suit, it’s actually a suit mashed with a gown made out of fine velvet garment. The top part was clearly a suit and the bottom part was a gown and there even a long train that smoothly followed Dominic as he floats down the aisle with his mother on his side.

" It is necessary that the rings be their wedding bands. Alternately, it's possible that they've all been preoccupied with accessories as of late. I nodded, took it in my hand, and then slid it upon his finger. After I was finished, his eyes shone with a joy that seemed to radiate from his smile all the way through his body. It was so wonderful to see him enjoying himself to this extent. "Do we have any officials on site?" He signaled for someone in the audience to act as the officiant by waving his hand. A man came forward and bowed as he approached. "Behold, Your Majesty, here I am." He was dressed in an all-black ensemble, which included a bowtie and a suit.

I said and pulled his hand from my jaw. "Okay princess, don't be so feisty," HE said. "Please can you be focused, we have a wedding to plan," I said dismissing his words. "We're still planning?" He asked me. "Obviously we still are. we need to set dates for you to get your measurements for your suit, we need to go see the venues," I was saying but he just had to interrupt me. "My suit is tailored?" He asked me. "What other type would you use for a wedding?" I asked confused.

"No need to wear the bow with it," Kristopher said to his best friend who was checking the bow if it matched with his tuxedo. "I was thinking the same," he replied as he gave the bow back to the sales guy. Christian and Kristopher were in the Armani store, selecting the wedding suit for the groom. His face was impassive, he had no excitement, no happiness or any other emotion in his face. Tomorrow is his wedding and he is not happy at all. What was he waiting for? The wedding to happen or the wedding to get stopped?

One servant handed her an all-white flower bouquet that matched perfectly with her entire outfit. Her lipsticked lips turned into a smile as she turned around and said, “Thank you, everyone. This is great.” Soon after that, Susan accompanied her to go downstairs. At the back patio, Virginia stood in awe seeing the dim-light decor that created a romantic ambiance combined with the evening sky. She was ready to walk down the aisle. The path was covered in red roses petals and led the bride to a wedding arch ornate with flowers. She flustered seeing Gerald at the end of the aisle, along with a pastor. The mafia boss wore a dark grey suit with a white flower Boutonnières similar to what was on h

I grinned slightly and looked up at his eyes and nodded. "Sounds great, as long as it's alright with you it works for me," I replied and watched him stand up. "I'm going to wear this, I don't want to be in a monkey suit," he claimed and ran his hands down his frame. I told him he looked sexy in whatever he wore. He nodded and yelled out that the birthday party was just changed to a wedding and looked for Sergio. He waved him to us and Sergio was smiling at both of us. He cocked his brow at me and I nodded.

And right there in the front row is the director of Taste of Tomorrow, smiling like this is the best day of his life. My stomach plummets. This isn't a small confrontation. This is an actual wedding. At the end of the aisle, standing tall in a perfectly tailored black tux, is Marcellus. His dark blue eyes lock onto mine, and that signature smirk curls his lips. Fuck. How did he get even more beautiful? A handsome older man in a crisp suit appears beside me and gently offers his arm. "Miss Wolfe," he says softly, as if all of this is completely normal.

I waved and smiled at our people and tourists who had waited long enough for the ceremony to finish, to get a glimpse of the wedding of the century, as they called it. He assisted me in climbing up the black and gold carriage, joining me after. It took about twenty minutes ride by the carriage to the wedding reception. I looked at Mad, looking handsome as always, waving as we passed by. “Duke of Guillaume, look at you, adjusting so well.” “They’re here for you, baby, not for me.” He chuckled, taking my hand to his lips. “You’re gorgeous.” “You’re not bad yourself.” I touched the glittering flower pinned to his suit, which I remembered was the flower from my masquerade mask. “Nice touch. I th

He was about to point out that the groom was supposed to be the most handsome man there, not him. Still, a secret possessiveness stirred in his heart. Lowering his gaze, he forced a smile and said nothing. Following the wedding team's instructions, he headed into the bathroom to change into his suit. The moment he saw it, though, he froze. "Um... are you sure you didn't grab the wrong outfit?" It didn't look anything like a best man's suit. In fact, it looked exactly like the tuxedo he'd modeled for Cedric the day before.