Chapter 423: The Wedding
It was clear that everything was too extravagant for my own taste to the point where it must have been pretty obvious to Prince Leonard that I had no hand in the selection and design of the proposed decorations.
"I’m actually fine with anything. I think everything they’ve chosen is very beautiful, and their work is a lot more professional than anything I could have done by myself," I admitted to the prince honestly.
"If that’s the case, then fine, but if there’s anything that you don’t like, just tell them to take it out," the prince said firmly.
"I just think it’s easier to let them sort everything out. It’s enough for me that we’ll be getting married and that Logan will be there to witness our union," I said while trying to keep my tone cheerful. I was certain that if I picked out anything by myself or intervened with the guest list, I would be bringing unwarranted complications and troubles that I didn’t want to deal with.
"If that’s what you say," the prince said after finally giving in.
Everything proceeded as planned on the day of the wedding. Although I always told myself that the ceremony was only for formality’s sake, when the day arrived, I still found myself feeling extremely anxious yet excited at the same time. I had no idea until that point that secretly I must have been looking forward to the day that I would get to formally marry the prince. The white silk wedding gown that had been prepared for me was probably the only thing that I was completely comfortable with, and that was because it was the only thing that the prince and I had picked out together.
The white silk long-sleeve mermaid dress that hugged my figure perfectly was designed with both the prince’s and my input by one of the palace designers and then tailored to my measurements. The dress looked extremely classic and minimal without any lace or embroidery decorations. It stood out in stark contrast to the overly flowery and intricate decoration that was featured all throughout the church and also the ballroom where our reception would be held.
Sitting alone in the dressing room as I waited for a member of the organizing team to come pick me up when it was my turn to make an appearance at the church, I found myself feeling extremely nervous to the point that I could feel my body trembling. I laced my fingers together and closed my eyes as I concentrated on taking deep breaths. I had my wedding dress on, and my hair had been styled into a high elegant knot on the top of my head. The makeup artist assured me that my makeup was done to absolute perfection, and that I looked like an angel.