Let’s fulfill the promise.
Rosarin Burton is turning 16 this year. Her husband, ten years her senior and nearing their second wedding anniversary, quietly handed her an envelope.
“Hey, Rosarin. Want to redo our wedding ceremony?”
“I do!!”
Inside the envelope was a wedding planning proposal. I married my husband, Dirk Burton, on my 14th birthday. Despite being engaged for a long time, the wedding caught me off guard, so we had promised to "redo it someday." I’m so happy he remembered that promise. I climbed onto his lap to snuggle up.
“… Mmm…”
“H-Hey! Anyway, about the date…”
“Later. I’m too in love with you, Dirk, so I need a kiss right now.”
“…………. Alright.”
Yes, my darling is ridiculously sweet to me. The story of the wedding mishap is somewhere in the previous book (shameless plug!).
We set the new wedding ceremony for my next birthday. There’s still more than half a year to go, but we need to start preparations. The crown prince will be one of the guests, after all...
We should notify him now to free up his schedule. My parents are busy, too...
“Let’s give it our best shot this time, together!”
“Right!”
Apparently, wedding preparations are traditionally handled by the bride’s family. Hosting parties and tea gatherings at home is also part of the bride’s role as the lady of the house, so it serves as practice, too. Well, I haven’t really done much of that yet since I’m still a student.
So, here I am consulting with my family. By coincidence, it’s their day off, and both my father and brother are here. It’s especially rare to see my brother around.
“Oh my, I’ll give it my all to support you!”
“My lady, leave everything to Martha! I will assist you with all my strength!!”
“Eh? Oh, okay.”
I was a bit overwhelmed by my mother and Martha’s intense enthusiasm.
“… Shall we reserve the cathedral?”
“No, I want a small, intimate ceremony with close family only! I had my fill of grandeur the last time!”
My father’s eagerness is nice, but a cathedral for a wedding is like booking the Tokyo Dome!
“We should probably start by making a to-do list, right?”
It looks like my brother will be helping, too.
“I’ve already got the to-do list from Dirk.”
My brother took a quick look at the list. He looks so capable and cool.
“First, we need to finalize the guest list. We can’t choose the venue without that. And for the dress…”
“Leave the dress to me! We have to call Miss Butterfly! We’ll go all out with a masterpiece!”
My mother, beaming, is so cute.
“Thank you so much, Kaasama.”
“Then, the dress is Kaasama’s job. But please make sure to consult Rosarin on her preferences.”
“Of course! Rosarin, darling, we’ll look at design ideas, lace samples, and fabric swatches together! Oh, we can’t just stand around! Martha!”
“Yes, ma’am! I’ve already contacted Miss Butterfly, and she’s on her way with all the samples she could carry.”
“Oh, my! Then we should prepare the design sketches! I’ll see you later, Rosarin, dear!”
My mother left with a spring in her step. She’s so lively now…you’d never know she was once so frail.
“Niisama, what about us?”
“Niisama, what should we do?”
Lucille and Lucius, gazing up at our brother with sparkles in their eyes, spoke.
“Alright, why don’t you two help with decorating the reception hall? Could you ask Pochi to help?”
Lucille and Lucius, now eight years old, are already adventurers and have been joining me on hunts, which has made them quite skilled for their age.
““We’ll go ask Pochi for help!””
Watching them run around like that makes me feel at ease… but I panicked when they came back dragging Pochi along.
“Pochiiii?!”
“”Ah.””
“Ouch… I’m fine. So, why was I summoned?”
“To help us make decorations for Rosarin’s wedding!”
“For Rosarin’s wedding… Rosarin’s wedding!! Let’s do it! Right now! Let’s start immediately!”
Pochi’s eyes sparkled with excitement.
“Have you decided on the venue? What theme do you want? Budget… never mind that! I’ll use my savings! Do you have any specific decorations in mind?!”
“Whaaaat?!”
“I’ll reach out once the details are set. Tousama is covering the costs, so you can go all out. I trust your sense of style, Pochi.”
My brother coolly handled the rapid-fire questions while I was still flustered. Wait, hold up, brother!
“No, I’ll cover the expenses—”
“Rosarin, don’t take away one of the few things I can still do for my beloved daughter.”
“……”
My father’s expression was unreadable, but he seemed as sad as a Chihuahua in those commercials. I couldn’t argue.
Everyone around me is overly enthusiastic. What should I do?
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