Something as huge as a wedding between two affluent families should have been something that you prepared for months in advance, since you needed to decide the venue, the theme, the flowers—everything.
Not to mention the wedding gown. It wouldn't be too much for Hazel to get a handmade wedding gown that needed six months to one year to be finished.
Yet, everything would be done within two weeks.
"How?"
Hazel had never married before, but she had learned enough about wedding preparations, and two weeks was magic.
The wedding of her cousins needed half a year to be prepared, and those weddings wouldn't be on the same scale as the wedding between the Leighton and the Rose family.
"How can you accomplish such a wedding within only two weeks?" Hazel's jaw dropped. She should thank him; her nightmare was forgotten.
