314 The Best Man And The Man Of Honor
A weekter, a grand wedding was held in Carlton Bay Hotel at Great Lake City.
It was probably the most expensive wedding that the city had ever seen, but also the most abrupt one.
The preparation started only a week before. The poor event organizers barely slept during the week. There was not a second to waste while they ran around the city to get the flowers, music, and food ready for the special day.
Typical of rich people, the bride and groom simply could not agree on the number of people that they wished to invite.
At first, they said that it was supposed to be a small, simple wedding to rekindle their feelings for each other.
Maximum 50 guests, no more.
But then more rtives came to mind.
Maybe 100 then, no more.
What about friends? And the family of friends? And friends of friends? And the business partners? And the family of the business partners?
.....
The many questions almost drove the event organizer team insane.
In the end, they updated the guest list to include 1000 guests.
After a lot of sleepless nights, the day finally arrived.
“I can’t believe this,” Ronan groaned.
“Does this count as a shotgun wedding?” he turned to ask his mate.
Grinning from ear to ear, Lucien straightened the ck bow tie around Ronan’s cor.
“If you n to hold your father at gunpoint during the ceremony, I think we can ignore the fact that your mother isn’t pregnant and he willingly marries her.”
Ronan rolled with his eyes.
“I gave them my blessings, but why do I still feel ufortable about their rtionship?”
Lucien’s grin grew wider.
“Maybe because you found out that they had been sleeping together behind your back.”
“Oh, Goddess!!!”
A series of curses escaped Ronan while he wriggled in pain like a worm that was grilled over fire.
Laughing, Lucien put his arms around Ronan so thetter did not go and bump his head against one of the pirs.
Ronan sighed.
“On top of it, I can’t believe that they n to wed earlier than us. The audacity!!”
Lucien covered his mouth with his hand in order to prevent himself fromughing out loud.
“Really, Ronan? Competing against your parents? If we married first, they would have to find a man of honor and a best man. Imagine how hectic it would be.”
A smirk hushed over Ronan’s face.
He put both arms around Lucien’s waist and pulled at one of his thighs. Smiling, Lucien hooked his arms behind Ronan’s neck and pulled him in for a wet kiss.
Ronan pressed their bodies together intimately while Lucien leaned backward for the kiss.
“Hello,” Ronan winked at his mate once he was done sucking and biting at Lucien’s lips. “You are the most attractive man in honor that I have ever seen. Can I take you out for dinner?”
A naughty smile appeared on Lucien’s face.
“Hmmmmm, I don’t know about that,” he dragged out. “My mate might get upset.”
Ronan clicked his tongue in disappointment.
“Oh, don’t be so boring. I bet your mate is having fun out there on his own.”
Lucien raised an eyebrow.
“You are right. The men in his family indeed have a penchant for cheating.”
Ronan growled in response. He leaned in and kissed the breath out of Lucien. The mood was so good and Lucien looked too breathtakingly handsome.
Against better judgment, Ronan’s hands started to wander inside Lucien’s shirt.
“Ronan, we can’t,” Lucien whispered between kisses. “The wedding is about to start.”
“I can do it for five minutes,” Ronan whispered back.
“Stupid. What about the rest of the time??? Are you going to pitch a tent during the ceremony?”
“Mmm, I can hide it.”
“...”
“AHEM!!!!”
The lovebirds separated in an instant.
An ashen-faced Annalynne in a beautiful white dress gave them icy stares.
“Alpha Ronan, will you stop fooling around with my brother? Go to the groom’s side, please.”
Ronan gave his giggling mate a peck on the lips.
“We are not done,” he left with a wink.
“Seriously!” Annalynne huffed in anger. “Isn’t it taboo for the best man to meet the man or maid of honor before the wedding?”
Lucien crossed his arms before his chest and stared at his sister.
“No, Anna. It is taboo for the groom and the bride.”
“Same thing,” Annalynne snorted. And then she broke into a squeal.
“Lulu, you look so handsome in white! Oh gosh, I can’t believe that we finally get to dress alike again. Aaaaaahhhh!!!”
Annalynne threw herself into her brother’s arms.
“Let me take a look at you,” Lucien said.
He took his sister by her hand and thetter twirled around coquettishly in front of her brother. The circle skirt came alive and danced around her slender body, making her look like a princess that jumped out of a fairytale collection.
“You are the most beautiful girl here, Anna,” Lucien praised.
“And you are the most handsome boy in here,” Anna tittered.
A despondent sigh was heard behind them, causing both Lucien and Annalynne to look up.
“Am I not supposed to be the fairest person in this wedding???” Lady Fangdeined as she entered the room.
Dressed in a strapless, white gown with a thousand tiny diamonds sewn into the dress, Lady Fangde looked magnificent. The make-up was done perfectly, hiding all traces of her age and making her look almost twenty years younger.
“Wow,” Annalynne mouthed. “Lady Fangde, you look... Amazing.”
“Indeed,” Lucien agreed. “I have never seen a more beautiful bride.”
The bride tilted her head to the side and smiled yfully. “Okay, stop with the emptypliments. I cannotpare with the Clearwater twins that are way younger than me!”
“Noooo,” Annalynne wailed. “That’s not true!!!”
Three knocks sounded at the door, and Nathan’s voice was hearding from outside.
“Excuse me, it’s time for the bride to enter the wedding hall.”
Lucien offered his arm to Lady Fangde.
“Shall we?”
“We shall,” the bride responded, looping her arm around Lucien’s.