AMELIA POV
"First things first, let's head over to my friend's boutique to select our wedding attire," I exclaimed, excitement bubbling in my voice as I cast a quick glance at Alexander, whose thoughts seemed to be elsewhere after the recent incident. "While we're there, we can also browse for outfits for our guests, ensuring everyone looks their best on our special day."
As I spoke, I couldn't help but feel excited for the wedding planning, imagining the gorgeous gowns and stylish outfits ahead. Glancing at Alexander once more, I noticed a hint of irritation in his eyes, indicating he was gradually returning to the present.
Alexander furrowed his brow, irritation evident in his voice. "Outfits for the guests? Isn't that a bit... excessive?" he huffed, his annoyance clear as day.
He stopped, thinking about practical stuff, then said, "Do our guests really need fancy clothes? Can't they just wear whatever?" He sounded a bit curious, like he was questioning why it mattered.
"But then again," he grumbled, a hint of annoyance in his eyes, "I guess it's your big day, and you want everything to be just right." He sighed softly, accepting the need for all the detailed planning.
I smiled and shook my head at Alexander's confusion. "No, Alexander," I said gently but firmly, "It's not about going overboard. It's about being considerate. We want every guest to feel not just invited, but truly part of our celebration."
Leaning in a bit, I kept talking, my face serious, "Plus, it's fun and brings everyone together. Think about how happy we'll be seeing our friends and family all dressed up according to our wedding theme. It's not just about looks; it's about making everyone feel connected and sharing the moment together."
Taking a moment to pause, I turned to face Alexander, meeting his gaze with sincerity. "And besides," I began, my tone earnest, "you do have quite a bit of money, don't you? Surely, it won't be entirely depleted just by ensuring our guests have appropriate outfits, right?" I raised my eyebrows slightly, emphasizing my point.
"I want our wedding to be more than just an event," I insisted, my voice firm. "I want it to be an experience, something truly perfect and memorable for everyone involved. After all, we only get married once, so why not make it as grand as possible?" I got more and more frustrated with his dumb question and him not getting why this wedding means so much to me. I don't want to look bad in front of my friends; they might think my wedding is cheap and rushed.
His expression softened, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes as he looked at me. "I understand where you're coming from, Amelia," he admitted, his voice thoughtful.
I nodded, grateful for his openness to my point of view. "Good," I confirmed, my voice filled with conviction. "So start the car now, we might get stuck in traffic."
"Okay," I started, speaking confidently, "Let's talk about what theme we want for our wedding. We have a lot of choices to consider." I said, looking at him as if questioning what he thinks is appropriate.
He sighed, putting his hands in his lap and nodding in agreement. He looked at me with a curious expression. His eyes seemed more interested this time, which made me feel better. Even though he seemed annoyed earlier, he was here now, ready to make the next important decision with me.
"Firstly, we could choose to have our wedding in a church," I started, imagining the serious tone of the ceremony, the important promises made in front of God. The quiet talking of our family and friends bouncing off the big, fancy walls, our love made official in God's house.
"Or we could choose for a beach wedding," I went on, my voice filled with a sense of wonder. I pictured the gentle sound of the waves as our backdrop, the feel of the sand beneath us, and the endless sea stretching out behind us. With a breeze cooling us down and the sun setting in a beautiful array of colors, we'd exchange our vows surrounded by nature's beauty."
"Or we could have a garden wedding," I suggested, imagining a beautiful outdoor setting surrounded by greenery. Imagine fragrant flowers filling the air with their sweet scent, gentle breezes rustling through the leaves, and twinkling fairy lights adding a magical touch to the scene. It would be like stepping into a fairy tale, surrounded by the beauty of nature, promising to cherish and develop our love like the flowers in the garden.
"What do you think?" I asked, excited to know what he thought. Each theme has its own appeal, and choosing one is a big decision.
"With all the things you've been saying, it's like you've already made up your mind. Why bother to ask my opinion? It's just a wedding; we're only getting married on paper," he laughed as he said, while driving. He glanced at me briefly, annoyance evident in his features. "Why are you taking this so seriously? It's not like we're in love or anything," he retorted, his tone dismissive as he focused on the road ahead.
"And yes, it's just a wedding on paper, but that doesn't mean we should treat it lightly. It's a significant event in our lives." I couldn't believe his arrogance. Did he really think I could be attracted to him? The mere thought sent shivers down my spine.
As we continued driving in uncomfortable silence, I started to wonder about my own reasons. Why was I getting so worked up about this wedding? It's just an arranged marriage, after all. But then again, even though it's arranged, it should still be a big event. After all, I'm Montgomery, the richest family in the Philippines. Our wedding should reflect that.
After hours of waiting, we finally arrived at my friend's boutique. "I'll just follow later, I need to take this call," he said while parking the car. I didn't bother to respond, I just rolled my eyes and slammed the car door.