The Romance of Silver Willow

by SuperWolfieStar

Five months after he and Staghart had broken up, the 20 years old Silver thought he would never find love again, so four princesses decided to drag him to crash the costume masquerade theme ball in London. Soon, his life would change in the way he had never imagined before.

42. Everything Is By Design

On Monday of January 7, 2031

It has been about two months since the royal engagement party that Anthony's parents had hosted, and now, the reality of planning a wedding began to set in. Usually, the engaged couple would begin planning their wedding just one month after they got engaged, but with holidays like Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Years Eve, Anthony and Silver both agree to took some time to enjoy the holidays, the pause to allow for holiday celebrations was a thoughtful and considerate choice for the couple so that everyone can spend quality time with their family and loved ones without having to focusing on the wedding.

After the holiday season that allowed their families to celebrate and revel in togetherness, the engaged couple can now begin navigating the wedding preparations, royal wedding specifically.

To Silver, this will be the most exciting journey for him as he has been helping plan his first wedding ever since Adam and Melanie were the first couple in his friends group to get married and how the couple thank him for helping them make their wedding day special. Now, it's his turn to plan his and Anthony's wedding, but the task of planning a wedding, especially a royal one, had proven more challenging than he initially anticipated. So he collaborated with Prudence to be his and Anthony's wedding planner to make sure that everything is successful and perfect.

So here they are in the parlor of the King's Castle in Cinderella's World, Silver sat across from Prudence, in the elegant drawing room of the castle. In Prudence's hands was a scroll, which held the key to the intricate details of their upcoming royal wedding and long list of tasks they would need to do.

Silver cleared his throat and looked at Prudence with concern. "I must say, Prudence, planning a royal wedding is a bit more daunting than I imagined. I thought I'd be more prepared after helping with Adam and Melanie's wedding, but this.. this is a whole different level."

Prudence looked at Silver with a reassuring smile. "I completely understand your concerns, your Royal Highness. Planning a royal wedding can be quite complex, but with my expertise and your unique vision, I'm confident we can create a day that's truly magical. We'll take it one step at a time, and I'll be here to guide you through every aspect."

Silver sighed with relief and nodded. "Thank you, Prudence. I couldn't have asked for a better person to help us with this."

Prudence unrolled the scroll which is very… very… very long of tasks that needed to be done which left Silver speechless and began discussing the initial plans. "First, let's talk about the venue. His Majesty's Castle is a wonderful choice for a royal wedding that can hold about 1,600 guests with the Royal Chapel perfect to be used for the wedding ceremony. We have access to the stunning gardens and choose one of the ballrooms in the castle that we can use for the reception. Have you considered the date yet?"

Silver and Anthony had discussed it before on their royal engagement interview with Mia Garcia, and Silver responded, "We're thinking of a summer wedding, on Saturday of June 14th. We want the gardens to be in full bloom, and the weather to be pleasant. I know that most royal wedding often happen on Friday but with people busy on the week and kids at school, Anthony and I have decided to have an weekend wedding so that everyone is able to watch our wedding live without having to wait for the weekend to watch it later, and also to provide enough time to recover before the next week starts of which they can return to work or school.

Prudence nodded, taking notes as she listened. "A June 14th weekend wedding is a wonderful choice." She replied, scribbling down some additional notes on the scroll. "Given the importance of your wedding, the weekend option would certainly accommodate your guests' schedules. It also allows them to be fully present for your celebration," she added.

Prudence continued, "Furthermore, with the date and venue set, the next step would be selecting the chef to cater the wedding. I have a list of renowned chefs who can specialize the occasions."

Just as Silver nodded at her, the doors of the parlor soon swung open, and in walked Silver's mother, Paula, and Anthony's mother, Duchess Vivian as the Grand Duke announced their arrival. They stepped in gracefully, offering warm smiles as they apologized for being slightly late, expressing hope that they hadn't missed too much of the planning process.

"Hola hijo," Paula chimed in. "Sorry for being late. Entering the castle is a bit tricky today."

Duchess Vivian nodded in agreement. "Yes, it's rather tricky to state our business to the guards at the castle gate. I hope we're not interrupting too much."

Silver smiled warmly. "No interruption at all! In fact, your timing is perfect. We've just begun discussing the catering for the wedding."

Prudence, who had risen to greet the mothers, nodded in acknowledgment and gestured to the available seats. "Of course, please have a seat, Mrs. Willow and Duchess Vivian. We value your input and would appreciate your thoughts on the matter."

Paula and Duchess Vivian took their seats. Paula, leaned forward a little and inquired, "So, what have you discussed so far?"

Silver started to fill them in, "We've chosen June 14th for the wedding date, and the venue will be His Majesty's Castle including the Royal Chapel for the wedding ceremony. Right now, we were just about to discuss catering options."

Prudence nodded and turned her attention back to the scroll. "I have a list of renowned chefs and we can review their offerings and select the one that best aligns with your vision."

Paula looks over at the list of chefs in the Disney universe. Her eyes fixated on one particular chef, Chef Ernesto Zendejas who worked at The San Angel Inn Restaurant in Mexico Pavilion at Disney Epcot Center, known for his culinary expertise and delightful Mexican dishes. "You know," Paula began, "Chef Ernesto Zendejas is a renowned Executive Chef at San Angel Inn Restaurant at Disney Epcot Center, and his Mexican foods are absolutely delicious. His dishes would make a splendid addition to the wedding reception."

Duchess Vivian, on the other hand, had her eyes on another chef, Chef Remey, who was famous for his incredible french services. "I understand Chef Ernesto's reputation," she said, "but may I suggest The Bistrot Chez Rémy? They have a traditional French touch in their menus. Considering it is the royal wedding, they offer an array of classic French dishes that might resonate well with the guests. It maintains elegance and class that complements the royal setting."

Silver and Prudence exchanged glances as they listened to the mothers' perspectives. Both options had their merits, and it was clear that Paula and Duchess Vivian had strong preferences.

Paula smiled at Duchess Vivian. "I understand your point, Vivian, but I truly believe Chef Ernesto Zendejas's creations would be the highlight of the banquet. The freshness and flavors of Mexican food could impress our guests who are used to eating fancy dishes."

Duchess Vivian nodded in agreement, "Of course, Paula. But imagine the beauty of delicate French foods by Chef Remy. It could be a lovely addition, especially for those who appreciate such elegance."

Silver interjected, "Uh Ladies, I value both your opinions, and I believe we can find a compromise. Perhaps we could-"

"I truly think Chef Remey's refined French cuisine would add that touch of sophistication the wedding banquet needs," Duchess Vivian stated, her voice carrying a distinct tone of refined elegance.

Paula's response was tinged with a touch of fervor. "Mmm, yes, but imagine the burst of flavor and freshness Chef Ernesto's Mexican cuisine could bring! The foods of our culture served on a platter, it would be delicious and make you want to eat more!"

Their differences in opinion continued to escalate, and Prudence glanced at Silver, a discreet concern visible in her expression.

"I think we should consider what's best suited for the wedding and the guests," Silver suggested, trying to temper the brewing tension.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Willow," Duchess Vivian said, addressing Paula. "The wedding is in Cinderella's World, the venue and the ceremony is going to be inside the castle, the whole place is going to be fancy, and we should consider a more traditional, elegant option, not just what may be deemed as fragrant."

Paula retorted, "It's not about tradition; it's about offering something unique and delightful that can truly enchant our guests."

Silver attempted to intervene once more, "Ladies, maybe we could consider-"

"I understand the importance of tradition, Vivian," Paula countered, her tone charged with fervor. "But this is not just about following norms; it's about presenting a party of life and happiness, and Mexican cuisine exudes that spirit."

"Excuse me, but the royal wedding should reflect the elegant culture," Duchess Vivian stated with refined certainty. "French cuisine aligns more with the elegance and tradition our guests would expect. Plus, your son is the Radiant Boy-Princess who is the honorary member of the Disney Princesses who are royalty-"

"most of them aren't..."

"-and the soon-to-be-spouse of the future 8th Duke Draventon."

Paula retorted, "It's not about the 'fancy', it's about the flavors that everyone can enjoy!"

Duchess Vivian's tone grew firmer. "I respect your opinion, Paula, but we mustn't forget that this is a royal wedding, not a family cookout. The cuisine should reflect elegance, tradition, and sophistication, not just some dishes that you might see at the backyard barbecue."

The exchange between Paula and Duchess Vivian grew increasingly fervent, Silver, seeing no end in sight to their passionate yet conflicting opinions on the choice of catering, realized he needed to interject. "Uh Ladies," he interrupted, calm yet firm, "I understand both of your points, and I honestly value and appreciate your suggestions. However, this discussion seems to be going in circles, and perhaps it's best if we take some time to consider these options and revisit the catering matter after we've covered the next tasks on our list." He explains.

Duchess Vivian folded her hands, offering a slightly curt nod. "Yes, of course, Silver. I think it might be wise to consider other tasks for the moment."

Paula nodded in agreement, her features expressing a touch of disappointment. "Sure, Silver. We can always circle back to the caterer. I understand it's just the first step."

Silver, relieved that the debate had been temporarily paused, turned to Prudence, his eyes betraying a silent plea for assistance. "Prudence, if you don't mind, what's next on the agenda?"

Prudence, noticing Silver's unease, quickly understood the need to redirect the conversation. "Absolutely, Your Highness. Following the catering, we have the task of selecting the floral arrangements and the color schemes for the wedding. The Owner of Game of Thorns, Moe French, is waiting for us in the drawing room with different arrangements of flowers as we please."

Silver sighed with relief, grateful for the change of topic. "Floral arrangements sound wonderful." Gathering his composure, Silver stood, gesturing for Prudence to lead the way. "Ladies, shall we?" he asked, hoping to redirect the energy towards the floral arrangements. Paula and Duchess Vivian, recognizing the shift in focus, rose from their seats with a mutual, albeit slightly strained, agreement.

Silver hoped for a smoother journey through the wedding preparations, as he glanced at Paula and Duchess Vivian, who, for the moment, seemed to ease off from their argument and focus on the new topic. But a small part of him worried that this heated disagreement might resurface when they resumed discussing the catering or any other wedding tasks.

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Entering the opulent drawing room, the colorful, fresh fragrance of a multitude of floral arrangements permeated the air. Various flower arrangements were elegantly arranged on pedestals around the room, each boasting its unique style and color combination.

Prudence welcomed the group into the room, introducing the florist, a pleasant old man. "Your Highness, Mrs. Willow, Duchess Vivian, this is Moe French, our revered florist. He has curated a splendid selection of floral arrangements for us to consider for the royal wedding."

Moe French greeted them with a graceful nod and a warm smile. "Pleasure to meet you all, Your Royal Highness, and Ma'am. I have put together a diverse array of floral designs, I am happy to create a custom floral design to fit your vision."

Silver scanned the arrangements, each one a beautiful ensemble of colors and blooms.

The first one was an lavish arrangement featuring a variety of wildflowers and delicate vines, with an array of roses, peonies, and lilacs in pastel shades. The centerpiece consists of a vintage birdcage adorned with cascading ivy and sprigs of baby's breath, evoking an ethereal garden feel.

The second floral refined display with grandiose white lilies and orchids, accented by sprays of deep red and burgundy roses. The arrangement is set in an ornate crystal vase, accompanied by elegant silver ferns and cascading white hydrangeas, symbolizing purity and opulence.

The third is a vivid arrangement capturing the colors of a setting sun. Orange, red, and yellow tulips, set against a bed of vibrant marigolds, creating a lively display. Tucked within is a hint of sunflowers and eucalyptus, emanating warmth and radiance.

The fourth cheerful assortment of daisies, sweet peas, and pansies woven together in a pastel-colored woven basket. The bright, carefree arrangement features lively greens and other playful accents, exuding a sense of joy and a whimsical nature.

Lastly, the fifth is a more dramatic arrangement, predominantly featuring deep blue and purple irises, highlighted with accents of dark red and black calla lilies. Sprigs of black foliage create a mysterious, romantic allure, set in a sleek onyx vase, representing sophistication and elegance.

Each arrangement has its unique charm and style, catering to different tastes and wedding themes. Silver observed them, hoping to find a balance between the preferences of Paula and Duchess Vivian and his and Anthony's vision for the royal celebration.

Silver couldn't help but admire the beautiful floral arrangements crafted by Moe French. He turned to Prudence and remarked, "These arrangements are truly breathtaking, Prudence. Mr. French, you have done an outstanding job capturing the essence of various styles."

Just as he was in the midst of expressing his appreciation, Duchess Vivian chimed in. "Silver, I must say that while these arrangements are… lovely, I believe it's important to include red flowers. After all, red is Anthony's favorite color, and it should be a prominent part of the wedding decor."

Paula, however, had a different perspective and promptly responded, "But Vivian, don't you think we should also consider Silver's preferences? His favorite color is pastel blue, and it would be wonderful to incorporate that into the floral arrangements. Considering that on his Mis 21st Año, his theme was Cinderella and it should be noted that we're in Cinderella's world, and her signature color is blue."

Their argument seemed to echo the earlier disagreement about the catering, causing a knot of stress to form in Silver's stomach. He feared that their differences in opinion would only escalate the tension.

"Oh no, not again," Silver muttered under his breath, worried that the debate might escalate further.

Duchess Vivian, undeterred by Paula's comment, continued, "I understand, Paula, but we should also focus on Anthony's favorite color. Besides, the wedding is an occasion to celebrate their union, and it should reflect both of their preferences."

Paula, with equal determination, countered, "Vivian, let's not forget that Silver is also a key part of this union. His favorite color should hold significance too."

As the two mothers went back and forth, Silver's mind raced. He remembered the earlier disagreement about the catering and now another dispute over floral arrangements. He was worried that this constant bickering could overshadow the joy of planning their wedding. He found himself sweating under the mounting pressure, desperately seeking a way to navigate these differences while maintaining harmony.

While Paula and Duchess Vivian continued their debate, their voices filled with passion and conviction, Silver signed and exchanged a glance with Prudence. The two of them shared a silent understanding that their next steps in wedding planning were becoming increasingly daunting.

The debate over the color of the floral arrangements raged on, both Duchess Vivian and Paula delved into a comparison of their own wedding experiences, recalling their nuptials as they fervently justified the choices for the floral decorations based on what was popular at the time of their marriages.

Duchess Vivian, who had been married in 1996, spoke with a hint of nostalgia. "My dear, when I got married in 1996 with Anthony's father, the trend in the United Kingdom was all about big and class in the nobility community as I married the future Duke. The elegance of jewel tone blossoms was unmatched in the Draventon Estate, and it was absolutely gorgeous."

Paula, who had married in 2001, was quick to respond. "That's lovely, Vivian, but by 2001, the year when I got married, trend had shifted towards more relaxed and millennium color arrangements. My wedding was a burst of soft colors that represented joy and calm."

Their words turned sharper as they exchanged criticisms about their own ceremonies. "At least, my wedding was more grander, no one could match the sophistication of it," Duchess Vivian asserted, her tone dripping with superiority.

Paula shook her head with vigor. "No, no, my wedding was more modern and millennial, not stiff like the old-fashioned ones in the '90s!"

Duchess Vivian's face took on an offended expression when Paula referred to her wedding as "stiff." She retorted with her hand on her chest, "I'll have you know, Paula, my wedding in 1996 was the epitome of elegance and sophistication. People from all over the United Kingdom were in awe of the grandeur of the Draventon Estate." She retorted sharply, her British composure fraying at the edges. "Your wedding might have been 'millennial,' but there's a certain timelessness that classic elegance carries in the UK 90s."

Paula wasn't about to back down, her passion matching Vivian's. "Timelessness, my foot! You might call it elegant, but the charm of a modern ceremony can't be matched by stuffy old traditions."

Their debate grew into a full-fledged argument, with each mother firmly defending her wedding era, casting judgments, and defending their choices. Insults were subtly thrown and the atmosphere grew tense as they compared and critiqued the other's wedding.

"Your wedding was just an ancient display of stuffiness," Paula remarked with a dismissive wave of her hand.

Duchess Vivian retorted sharply, "At least my wedding wasn't an attempt to pretend to be modern but ended up looking like a sad children's hospital with that depressing color palette!"

The room became thick with tension as the two mothers, lost in the heat of their argument, seemed determined to convince each other of the superiority of their respective wedding styles.

Meanwhile, Silver, growing increasingly stressed with the escalating situation, tried his best to pacify the heated discussion. But his efforts were futile as the debate only intensified. Fearing that the argument between Duchess Vivian and Paula was spiraling out of control, Silver stepped forward, trying to diffuse the tension. "Listen," he interjected, "I respect both of your wedding experiences, and I'm grateful for your insights. However, this particular discussion seems to be escalating. Perhaps it would be wise if we take a short break from the floral topic and move on to the next task. We can always revisit this later when we're calmer."

He turned to Prudence, his expression pleading for assistance. "Prudence, if you don't mind, could you please let us know what the next task on the list is?"

Prudence, who had been observing the argument with a composed demeanor, swiftly acknowledged Silver as he mouthed "please help" to her. "Of course, Your Highness," she said, redirecting the attention away from the tense drama. "The following task is arranging the musical performance for the wedding. I've arranged for a meeting with a few musicians and bands who specialize in royal occasions. They're waiting for us in the music hall."

Silver breathed a sigh of relief as he saw Prudence skillfully steer the conversation away from the previous topic. "Music, great," he said, relieved. He gestured for the group to follow, hoping for a smoother and less contentious discussion.

"Shall we, ladies?" Silver invited, leading the way toward the music hall, where they would explore various musical options for the royal celebration while telling Moe French that he will be back for the moment. Paula and Duchess Vivian, recognizing the shift in focus, followed, still carrying the residue of their argument.

As they walked toward the music hall, Silver hoped fervently that the new topic would redirect their energies and create a more amicable environment, setting aside the tension and disagreements that had arisen during the discussion of the floral arrangements.

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In the music hall, the sweet harmonies of a string quartet filled the room, the enchanting melody inviting a sense of tranquility into the space. As the orchestra began to play, Silver, Paula, and Duchess Vivian settled into their seats, the beautiful music momentarily easing the lingering tension from their previous debate.

Silver's thoughts drifted, finding solace in the elegant notes of the instruments. The soothing tunes carried the weight of tradition, effortlessly blending into a harmonious rhythm that touched upon his emotions. The melodies echoed in the hall, bringing a sense of peace to the room.

The string quartet, sensing the need for a calming atmosphere, had chosen serene compositions, showcasing the depth and beauty of classical music. The airy atmosphere seemed to lessen the remaining heat from the debate, allowing a much-needed pause in the midst of wedding planning tensions.

The serene melodies wrapped around the room, echoing off the walls, and as the soothing music filled the air, the trio, despite their earlier disagreement, found themselves quietly absorbed in the gentle tunes.

Paula, lost in the music's serenity, closed her eyes, soaking in the elegant notes. Duchess Vivian, too, seemed to relax, her expression softening as the melodies unfolded. Silver, finding comfort in the music's tranquility, felt a sense of relief as the tension that had clouded the room began to dissipate.

Amidst the calming notes, Silver's gaze flitted between Paula and Duchess Vivian. He noticed their expressions softening as they listened to the gentle melodies. The stress from their earlier argument seemed to momentarily fade away, replaced by a shared appreciation for the orchestral performance.

As the music continued to weave its magic, Silver felt a glimmer of hope that this respite might provide the much-needed break to ease the tensions between the mothers. The peaceful interlude seemed to be working its magic, letting the trio savor a moment of tranquility before delving into the musical arrangements for the wedding celebration.

Paula and Duchess Vivian, their faces adorned with a serene calmness, exchanged subtle glances. The weight of the previous tension had eased, and the soothing music offered a temporary reprieve from their heated debate.

The trio, though momentarily caught in the mesmerizing melodies, knew that they had to return to the task at hand once the music came to an end. Despite the peace that the string quartet had brought, they were aware that they had to resume their wedding planning soon. But for the present, they found comfort in the harmonious tunes, hoping that the respite would pave the way for a more cooperative discussion in the following moments.

As the orchestra concluded their performance, the trio - Silver, Paula, and Duchess Vivian - broke into a round of applause. Their hands met in a unanimous display of gratitude, the echoes of their applause resonating through the music hall.

The musicians, bowing graciously in acknowledgment, acknowledged the trio's appreciation with a humble neck bow. Their skills and the eloquent tunes they had just spun earned an appreciative smile from Silver, a gentle nod of approval from Paula, and a polite yet heartfelt acknowledgment from Duchess Vivian.

"Thank you for such a beautiful performance," Silver expressed with genuine appreciation. "It was truly enchanting."

Paula nodded in agreement, her face beaming. "Absolutely stunning, the melodies were so calming."

Duchess Vivian, though maintaining her composure, nodded in acknowledgement. "Indeed, quite exquisite."

Reluctantly stepping away from the soothing embrace of the music, Silver nodded politely to the musicians as they gracefully exited the hall. With a soft sigh, he turned back to Paula and Duchess Vivian, who seemed to retain a semblance of tranquility in the wake of the musical interlude.

Paula, reflecting on the experience, shared her perspective. "I almost dozed off listening to those instruments," she chuckled, but then expressed her concern. "But I fear the guests might accidentally fall asleep too if we continue with orchestra music at the wedding. Maybe it would be best to consider hiring a DJ to keep things lively with upbeat music and song."

Duchess Vivian, her brow furrowed slightly, seemed taken aback by Paula's suggestion. "A DJ for a royal wedding? Oh, heavens no! That's simply not done," she stated firmly.

Paula, however, wasn't ready to back down from her idea. "It's not about what's 'done', Vivian. It's about keeping the celebration engaging and enjoyable for all the guests, not just sticking to traditions."

Duchess Vivian's refinement didn't waver. "Traditions are not to be trifled with, especially at a royal wedding," she asserted firmly. "An orchestra brings a grand affair that cannot be replaced by modern trends."

Paula responded with equal fervor. "But what's the use of tradition if the guests are sitting in their seats, drowsy and bored as they sit and eat? We need music that will get them on their feet, dancing and celebrating. Not falling asleep with a plate as their pillow."

"Goodness gracious…" Prudence murmured, "not again."

The debate sparked anew, each mother fervently arguing for her preferred musical arrangement for the wedding celebration.

Duchess Vivian was resolute, her tone laced with unwavering certainty. "At my wedding in 1996 with Duke Edward, the reception had an orchestral performance. It was a grand affair, and the opulent strings and majestic wind instruments are simply defined. The guests were enraptured by the classical beauty that only an orchestra can bring. It's the embodiment of the richest celebration."

Paula's response was just as steadfast. "But at my wedding in 2001 with Silver's papa, we had a lively DJ playing Mexican remixes like Jenni Rivera and Los Karkiks at the reception. It was so fun with lively beats and rhythms that had everyone up on their feet, dancing and having fun. That is the kind of energy we need for a wedding like this."

Duchess Vivian seemed taken aback by the suggestion of a DJ at a royal wedding, her British composure firmly in place. "A DJ at a royal celebration? That's unheard of, Paula. The presence of an orchestra at a royal event has alway been done and has been before, something that must not be compromised or unexpected."

Paula maintained her stance, determined. "It's not about what's been done before; it's about ensuring the guests have a great time and not being bored throughout the party."

The two mothers were resolute in their opinions, the tension in the air escalating once more as they stood firm in their contrasting views about the wedding's musical entertainment.

Silver, feeling the strain of the disagreement mounting once more, exchanged a worried glance with Prudence, silently seeking a way to steer the conversation toward a more amicable resolution.

The unresolved argument about the wedding's musical entertainment left the room steeped in tension, and as Silver took a deep breath to try and diffuse the situation, Prudence took the opportunity to suggest moving on to the next task on their wedding planning agenda.

"Perhaps we could revisit the discussion about the musical arrangement at a later time," Prudence suggested with a warm yet composed tone. "For now, may I suggest we focus on the guest list?"

Silver readily agreed, hoping that the discussion about the guest list would offer a less contentious path. "Yes, let's focus on the guest list. We can always come back to the musical arrangement after…. if we do come back." He muttered the last words that no one could hear.

Paula and Duchess Vivian, still caught in the echoes of their previous argument, reluctantly shifted their attention to Prudence, who had the list of tasks.

"Thank you, Your Royal Highness," Prudence said with a small sigh of relief. She had been skillfully guiding them through the stormy seas of wedding planning, trying to maintain composure even in the midst of disagreements and arguments.

Prudence continued, "To begin with the guest list, I have compiled a preliminary list of potential attendees based on the important royal and diplomatic figures, family, friends, and other distinguished guests. The King's Castle can accommodate a substantial number of guests, but it's important to strike a balance between the royal protocol and personal connections."

Silver nodded, acknowledging the importance of maintaining that balance. He looked at Prudence, his trust in her expertise unwavering. "Understood, Prudence. Let's go through the list and make the necessary decisions. We want to ensure that our guests have a memorable experience."

Paula and Duchess Vivian, now shifting their focus to the guest list, took their seats, still slightly frosty from the previous argument but determined to work together on this new task. They hoped to find some common ground as they considered who should be invited to the royal celebration.

As the trio began poring over the guest list, Paula scanned through the names, her eyes freezing on one particular entry: "Gloria Lopez."

Her expression shifted from attentive to dismay, her brow furrowing in evident concern. Paula muttered a soft, exasperated sigh under her breath, her heart sinking at the sight of her sister's name among the guests.

"Ay no! What on earth is Gloria doing on the list?" Paula murmured, bewildered and slightly frustrated, causing Silver to look over in concern at her reaction.

Silver raised an eyebrow, puzzled by Paula's reaction. "Tía Gloria is family, Mama. She's my aunt, Dorado's mom, and your sister. Why wouldn't she be invited?"

Paula's annoyance as she explained, "Silver, you have no idea how much of a... a handful your Tía can be. You know how she's always critical of everything, especially the decor of the event. Remember how I told you when I had my first baby shower when I was expecting you, she criticized every detail and compared it to her own events."

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It was a quaint Sunday on 15th, 2004 afternoon in the Willow family's warm, inviting home at Santa Barbara California, and Paula was radiant with joy, her smile lighting up the room as she awaited the arrival of her guests, family and friends, to her baby shower. The lively, colorful living room was adorned with pastel blue and white decorations, balloons, and a sign reading "IT'S A BOY" decorated with lots of baby toys.

Paula, then expecting Silver and heavily pregnant, was glowing with maternal happiness, surrounded by her close family and friends. She's dressed in this white maternity dress made out of silk chiffon. It features a sleeveless dress that has a scoop neckline, a silk satin ribbon in baby blue that tied around and went below her chests and a pair of baby blue flats. Her hair was styled into a wavy look with a split bang, and she had this one plastic baby blue headband sat on her head.

Gloria had arrived fashionably late with her husband and her three years old son Dorado, her entrance marked by a flurry of exaggerated greetings and ostentatious accessories that shimmered with faux elegance. She glided into the room in what she claimed was a "designer" outfit, though its authenticity was often the subject of doubt.

She is a woman in her mid-30 with darker brunette hair color, chin-length hair, and U-shaped bangs. She wears a small amount of makeup, with darker cherry-red lipstick and a little bit of eyeliner. She also wears matching earrings with a jewel necklace.

Paula had spotted Gloria's ensemble, a garish and mismatched combination of knock-off accessories that glinted under the gaudy, overhyped light. Gloria had been renowned for her propensity to indulge in fake designer labels, often draped in fabricated stories about her "lavish lifestyle."

"Gloria, so nice to see you," Paula greeted her sister with a hint of reservation in her voice. She was well aware of Gloria's theatrical tales of grandeur and her tendency to belittle the efforts of others.

"Guao, Paulita, mi hermana, this decor, it's charming, but perhaps a bit lacking in grandeur, no?" Gloria remarked, her voice draped in a cloak of faint disapproval as she scanned the room with a critical eye.

Paula, accustomed to her sister's tendencies, smiled warmly, trying to maintain her composure. "It's simple and cozy, Gloria. I like it that way."

Gloria's critical gaze wandered around the room. "I mean, mi esposo, he's a professional, and our gatherings are always of an exceptional stature, so it's just what I'm used to, you understand."

Paula nodded, not wanting to ruffle any feathers at her baby shower. "Of course, Gloria, of course."

Gloria continued, "I mean, no judgment, Paulita, but your events, they're always so casual and...how do I say it, 'simple.' Maybe you should consider a more upscale look, it's more fitting. Just like how my baby shower was when I was blessed with Dorado."

Gloria seemed to fixate on the gifts, her eyes narrowing slightly as she inspected each item. "Oh, what lovely gifts you've received," she said with a pinch of sarcasm. "But of course, none of them could compare to what I received at my showers in my lovely home."

Paula subtly rolled her eyes. She knew her sister's tendencies all too well. At her shower, it was held at the apartment and not as grand as her sister had wanted.

As the baby shower continued, Gloria couldn't resist interjecting her supposed words of wisdom, the sly shade thrown in a soft, pleasant tone.

"My husband and I hosted a far more elaborate event for our baby shower," she boasted, her eyes flitting between Paula's decorations and her own memories. "It was simply exquisite. The theme was celestial elegance, and I hired the finest decorators. We had a band playing soft music, not the standard tunes you have here."

Paula tried her best to ignore Gloria's comments, choosing to focus on the gifts and the happiness of the day. But her sister's penchant for comparison and criticism continued to cast a shadow over the event.

Gloria, notorious for her penchant for fabricating grandiose stories about her husband's achievements, couldn't resist the opportunity to extol her husband's "remarkable accomplishments" to the guests, choosing to do so right in front of him without regard for the truth.

"Ah, you simply must hear about Jandro's outstanding successes!" Gloria beamed, gesturing towards her husband, who stood a few feet away, a meek smile on his face. "My darling Jandro is the CEO of a multinational conglomerate, specializing in environmental conservation and intergalactic tourism," she declared with pride.

The guest, taken aback by the supposed achievements, cast a curious look at Jandro, trying to reconcile the extraordinary accolades with the unassuming demeanor of the man standing quietly by Gloria's side. Jandro, a simple plumber by trade, could only manage an uncomfortable grin in response to his wife's exaggerated claims.

Gloria continued to expounded on Jandro's "pioneering work in discovering a revolutionary plumbing system used in the most prestigious underwater hotels in Atlantis," a claim as mythical as the lost city itself.

The guest, attempting to be polite yet thoroughly baffled, politely nodded, sharing a glance with other guests who shared similar confusion. Jandro decided to leave his wife by heading to the garage where the other men at the shower were at with the faint discomfort on his face.

The baby shower soon progressed, Paula organized a few light-hearted games for the guests, aiming to keep the event lively and fun. One such game involved blindfolded guests guessing the flavor of baby food by taste. As the game unfolded, Gloria, seated elegantly at the corner, watched with a subtle air of disdain.

Her tone edged with an air of sophistication, Gloria remarked, "Baby food tasting game? How... amusing," She makes a mockery. "At my shower, we indulged in a live auction for custom-made baby furniture. Quite the gathering, I assure you."

The guests exchanged faint glances at each of Gloria's comments, realizing the stark contrast between her portrayal of her extravagant events and the simplicity of Paula's gathering.

The comparison continued as the second game involved guessing the size of Paula's baby bump. As the guests laughed and offered their guesses, Gloria observed with an air of faux amusement, her words coated with a hint of derision.

"A baby bump guessing game? Darling, how quaint," Gloria remarked, sipping her tea delicately. "At my shower, we hired an internationally renowned psychic to predict the baby's future. A rather unique affair, I must say. She said that Dorado is going to become a famous rich doctor and that he is going to build his own hospital called "St. Gloria Hospital" in my honor."

Her comments, seemingly innocent on the surface, were layered with a subtle yet apparent attempt to undermine the charm and simplicity of Paula's baby shower by incessantly boasting about the grandiosity of her own events.

Paula, maintaining her composure with a gracious smile, brushed off her sister's comments, but the subtle jabs and comparisons grated on her nerves throughout the shower. Despite her efforts to create a warm and enjoyable celebration, Gloria's continual remarks introduced an unwelcome strain on the atmosphere.

Gloria's comments were subtly undercutting when Paula opened up her gifts, each baby gift presented an opportunity for her to indirectly showcase her supposed taste for luxury and opulence.

Her first gift, a collection of baby onesies, was unveiled, Gloria arched an eyebrow in disdain. "Lovely baby clothes, but don't you think it's a bit... ordinary?" she commented, her words suggesting that she expected more than this. "At my shower, we were showered with designer baby attire from the most prestigious boutiques in.. get this… in Paris France, ah yes. Custom made."

Throughout the unwrapping of gifts, Paula maintained a gracious demeanor, masking her frustration at her sister's constant comparisons. But the gentle prodding and thinly veiled criticisms did not go unnoticed by the guests, who exchanged knowing glances as they witnessed the contrast between Gloria's ostentation and Paula's modest celebration.

The tension between the two sisters, obscured beneath the veneer of polite smiles, lingered throughout the baby shower, casting a shadow over the otherwise joyful occasion. Paula, determined to focus on the love and support of her friends and family, tried her best to navigate the storm of Gloria's judgments, ultimately succeeding in maintaining the serenity of the event despite her sister's antics.

The memories of that baby shower, particularly Gloria's extravagant tales and constant comparisons, were etched in Paula's mind, influencing her decision about inviting her sister to significant family events.

As the baby shower drew to a close, Gloria made her final remarks. "Ay Paula, it was a quaint event. You should have aspired for grandeur; that's what truly makes an event memorable. Next time, you must ask me for advice." She soon left the house with her family.

Paula, glaring daggers at her and eye twitching, raises one of her flats in her hand.

"No, Paula. It's not worth it." Roberto tells his wife, putting a hand on her shoulder. The pregnant woman lowers her flat, still glaring at Gloria.

---

Returning to the present, Paula expressed her frustration to Silver. "You see, Silver, your Tía Gloria always finds something to criticize and will make the whole thing feel like a competition. Having her at the wedding is going to be a nightmare."

Silver tried to reassure Paula, "I understand your concerns, but she's still family, and I believe we can find a way to manage her opinions. After all, it's our day, and we should focus on our happiness."

Paula just huff, "Fine, but I just can't deal with her and her stories about her fake lavish lifestyle at the royal wedding. She's not going to hesitate to tear everything apart and belittle the arrangements."

With that matter temporarily settled, they resumed their examination of the guest list. However, soon, it was Duchess Vivian's turn to express her dissatisfaction. Duchess Vivian's expression shifted to a subtle "huff" upon stumbling upon a particular name: Viscountess Eugenie Hambord. This sparked Silver's curiosity, wondering why she seemed hesitant about inviting her, considering the close connection between her, her husband, and their mutual relationship with Anthony.

He couldn't understand why Duchess Vivian didn't want Viscountess Eugenie at his and Anthony's wedding.

Intrigued, Silver inquired, "Vivian, is there something wrong with Viscountess Eugene? She's your friend, and she's Anthony's godmother through her husband. What's the issue?"

Duchess Vivian's reaction was a blend of frustration and disdain as she elaborated. "Eugenie Hambord is not just a friend, she's an adversary, Silver. We are... well, to put it mildly and what your generation called it, frenemies."

She explained that she and Viscountess Eugenie shared a deep-seated animosity dating back to the time when Vivian was a newlywed, known as "Lady Vivian" before she and Edward ascended to become Duke and Duchess. During that period, both ladies were locked in an intense rivalry, aiming to elevate their reputation in British nobility and striving for prominence in society.

"From the beginning," Duchess Vivian continued, her voice bearing a note of frustration, "Eugenie and I were always at odds. Our social events often became a way to challenge each other's positions in British high society. We constantly strive to outdo one another, seeking to rise above in social prominence and society's influence."

The competition between the two ladies was legendary, marked by elaborate and grand social events, each aiming to overshadow the other in every way possible. Every move, every event was a strategic maneuver to gain the upper hand in British high society.

Silver, taken aback by the revelation of this intense competition between Anthony's mother and her supposed friend, frowned in concern. "But, Vivian, she's Anthony's godmother. Can't we overlook the rivalry for the sake of family and Anthony's relationship with her?"

Duchess Vivian sighed, torn between the duty towards her family and her long standing animosity. "Silver, it's a complex situation. However, for the sake of harmony during the wedding, I'll consider it. But do understand, the tensions between us go deep."

Prudence, sensing the tension in the air, interjected. "Perhaps, Your Highness, this might be a matter we can revisit the guest list. We don't want any complications on such an important day. Let's focus on ensuring the wedding is a memorable and harmonious celebration."

Silver, Prudence, Paula, and Duchess Vivian, now shifting their attention away from the guest list, moved towards discussing other elements of the wedding preparations. The selection of a designer for the custom wedding attire became the focus of the next task on their agenda.

Usually for the wedding, you would have to pick out different styles of the wedding dresses off the rack in the bridal shop and try it on to see which one you want to say yes to the dress. But in the case of the royal wedding, this is different. Rather than buying the gown from the bridal shop as one would, instead, the wedding dress has to be custom made from the designer rather than what you have seen in store.

So Silver, Paula, and Duchess Vivian, looked through the folder portfolios of different designers for the custom wedding attires, and a variety of photos of exquisite designs were on display. Each folder contained detailed information about a designer and their previous work, accompanied by printed sketches of wedding gowns were shown. The trio began to peruse the portfolios, scrutinizing each designer's style, creativity, and ability to create a wedding ensemble that would capture the essence of this royal celebration.

Duchess Vivian, holding the portfolio of Alexander McQueen, made a pointed suggestion. "Silver, my dear, I'd highly recommend considering Alexander McQueen. He is a remarkable British designer and is known for creating the splendid wedding dress for Kate Middleton's royal wedding back in 2011. His designs exude the essence of British elegance and tradition."

Duchess Vivian spoke continuity, "When I married Duke Edward, I chose a British designer for my wedding gown, as did Dennise for her wedding. It's important that our family history and tradition are maintained through these crucial ceremonial events." She highlights the importance of following the path taken by herself and her daughter, Dennise, when they both wore British-designed wedding dresses for their respective marriages to Edward and Simeon.

"Considering that one day, Anthony will ascend to become the next Duke, it's essential to maintain the lineage and uphold the British connection. It would be quite appropriate for you to wear a design by a renowned British artist," she stated firmly.

However, before Silver could interject or express his thoughts, Paula interjected with her suggestion while holding her choice of the designer folder. "I have a different idea for Silver's wedding attire. Instead of Alexander McQueen, why not consider a Mexican designer for the wedding dress? Benito Santos is an incredible designer, and he is the one who designed and crafted those gorgeous wedding dresses in his boutiques in Mexico."

Paula continued, "Considering our family's Mexican roots, it would be a lovely tribute to embrace a designer who is from Mexico and can design your wedding attire."

Silver, torn between the two choices, weighed his options. He considered his heritage and the opportunity to celebrate it through his wedding attire, while also appreciating the elegance and tradition offered by a British designer like Alexander McQueen.

Amidst the multitude of sketches and designer portfolios spread across the table, Duchess Vivian and Paula launched into yet another debate, each adamantly pitching their preferred choices for the wedding attire designer, unwilling to yield to the other's suggestions.

Duchess Vivian fervently backing Alexander McQueen's acclaimed legacy. "Silver, my dear, the importance of choosing a British designer cannot be understated. It aligns with our family's heritage and the legacy of past royal ceremonies."

Paula, equally determined, made her case for the Mexican designer, Benito Santos. "Silver, mi hijo, embracing our Mexican roots is equally important. Benito Santos is a genius in the world of design, and his creations embody the grace and vibrancy of our culture."

As both women passionately vouched for their favored designers, their pleas overlapped, causing a cacophony of persuasive arguments that only added to Silver's confusion.

"Please, just let me say something," Silver attempted, but his voice was drowned out by the continued fervor of the argument.

"No, Silver, this is important," Duchess Vivian insisted, her tone unwavering, refusing to let her son speak. "You need to understand the historical and cultural implications of choosing a British designer. It's essential for the prestige of a royal event. The British connection should not be underestimated."

"Listen to me, mijo," Paula interjected, dismissing her son's attempt to speak. "Benito Santos has a wonderful sense of design that resonates with our heritage. It's crucial to reflect our roots, and I know his designs will speak to the heart of our culture."

Silver sighed, feeling caught between two powerful forces. He attempted once more to intervene in the ongoing debate, but the entwined arguments of his mother and Duchess Vivian seemed endless.

"Uhh, Ladies, can I at least say something," Silver began, but his words were overshadowed by the persistent fervor of the debate, each woman steadfastly defending her preferred designer.

He attempted to intervene, "Please, both of you, I..."

"Alexander McQueen!"

"Benito Santos!"

"Alexander McQueen!"

"Benito Santos!"

"ALEXANDER MCQUEEN!!!!"

"BENITO SANTOS!!!!"

---

Silver sighed deeply, his head resting heavily on his palms, elbows on the knees, an air of defeated exhaustion enveloping him. The intense battle of opinions and choices regarding the wedding arrangements had taken its toll, leaving him physically and emotionally drained.

He felt a gentle hand on his shoulder and lifted his eyes to see Anthony, his ever-supportive and loving boyfriend, offering a soothing cup of tea. A smile formed on Silver's lips as he accepted the warm cup, feeling a sense of relief from Anthony's tender gesture.

"Thank you, Anthony," Silver murmured softly, taking a sip of the tea, the calming warmth slowly coursing through him. He leaned into Anthony's supportive embrace, finding solace in his presence, the weight of the stress and tension beginning to ebb away.

Anthony, sensing Silver's need for comfort, wrapped an arm around him, allowing Silver to rest his head on his shoulder. The soothing aroma of the tea coupled with the warmth and care of his fiancé gradually eased the knots of tension and stress that had formed during the difficult conversations.

"You've been dealing with a lot," Anthony said gently, rubbing Silver's back in a comforting manner. "I know it's been tough, but you're doing a great job. We'll figure this out together, alright?"

Silver nodded, the loving reassurance of Anthony's words bringing a moment of respite. He closed his eyes, breathing in the soothing scent of the tea and finding solace in the comfort of his boyfriend's presence.

"Thank you, Anthony," Silver whispered, feeling a sense of relief washing over him, the comfort of his boyfriend's embrace acting as a balm for his frayed nerves and wearied mind.

Together, they sat in the quiet living room in their shared home, a safe haven away from the stress and debates, finding peace in each other's company, allowing the warmth of shared affection to ease the tension brought by the challenging wedding preparations.

Silver took a deep breath, exhausted, he began to pour out his concerns to Anthony. The stress and tumult of the wedding planning had been weighing heavily on him, far more than he ever anticipated.

"You know, Anthony, I thought planning our wedding would be a breeze," Silver confessed, revealing his underlying disappointment. "I've helped my friends with their weddings, and everything went smoothly. But this… it's turned into an absolute nightmare. Both our moms have different visions for everything. From the menu to the choice of the designer, it's been an endless tug-of-war."

Silver paused, his fingers absently tracing the rim of the teacup, his mind filled with a whirlwind of chaos from the endless debates and disagreements.

"It's like they're playing a game of 'Who can disagree more?' Sometimes, I wonder if our moms are even considering what we want for our wedding," he continued, a heavy sigh escaping him.

"I mean, don't get me wrong, I love our moms, but the way they're going about this is driving me crazy," Silver, frustrated, confessed. "I just want our wedding day to be special, to reflect us, not a battlefield of opposing opinions!"

He leaned into Anthony's embrace, seeking solace in the midst of the chaos as he continued sip his tea. "I know they mean well, but it's just… overwhelming. I thought planning our wedding would bring us closer, but it's like they're trying to compete on whose idea should win."

Anthony tightened his embrace, offering silent support, understanding the weight of the situation that was taking a toll on Silver.

"I'm sorry you're going through this," Anthony whispered softly, running a hand soothingly through Silver's black curls. "I know how much you want this day to be perfect, and it will be. We'll find a way through this, together. Our love will shine through all the chaos."

Silver nodded, the warmth of Anthony's words, and the reassurance in his touch acting as a soothing balm to his strained emotions. It was in these quiet moments, where he found the strength and peace he needed to face the challenges that had emerged in the wedding planning process.

Just as Silver and Anthony sat together on the sofa, taking solace in each other's presence, they were suddenly interrupted by the grand entrance of a vivacious, sparkling figure. Gigi Lamour, Silver's enchanting Fairy Dragmother, sashayed into the living room through the square open archway with all the flair and dramatic elegance that she was known for.

The curve size figure wore this golden colored glitter blazer showcases a satin lapel collar, long sleeves with shoulder pads, and a fitted snatch waist for her look. It includes front flap pockets and fastens at the front with a covered satin button. A pair of high-rise waist trousers with a back elastic waistband for comfortable wear, pleated detailing, front pockets, faux back pockets, and a relaxed wide-leg silhouette. An pair of high stiletto gold metallic heels on her feets.

A pair of these haute glam rhinestone drop earrings on her ears feature a diamond-shaped drop design with mini clear rhinestone embellishments for a gorgeous shine, and it includes a post-back closure. A gorgeous necklace features a V-shaped collar necklace with a single row of rhinestones leading to a multi-row clear rhinestone design with rhinestone fringe detailing at the center. Her long platinum blond hair was styled into a side part body wave style and sat on her nose was this golden retro cat-eye sunglasses with black lenses.

"Oh, darling!" Gigi exclaimed dramatically, taking off her sunglasses. "A little birdie just told me that someone in this room is suffering under the crushing weight of wedding planning stress. And you know what baby? Gigi is always here to make you feel all better with magic where needed!"

She gracefully took a seat, looking at Silver with a concerned yet playful expression. "Now, darling, lay it all out for your Fairy Dragmother. What's going on? Spill the tea, and we'll see how I can turn this wedding planning disaster into a fairy tale!"

Silver, taken aback by her sudden arrival, shared a grateful smile with Gigi. Her flair and vivacity never failed to lift his spirits. He began to recount the ongoing ordeal of wedding planning, from the endless debates between their mothers to the relentless arguments about everything from the menu to the designer.

"It's just been... exhausting," Silver confessed. "I thought planning our wedding would be joyous, but it's turned into a battlefield of opposing opinions with our mothers' voices, different opinions and what they say, and I just don't know how to make it all work. It's like they're trying to outdo each other with their ideas, and I'm caught in the middle."

He looked at Gigi, his eyes seeking a glimmer of hope in her radiant presence. "We want this day to be special, a reflection of us and our love, not a competition."

Gigi listened intently, her eyes sparkling with empathy and understanding. She nodded as Silver poured his heart out, offering comfort in her extravagant way.

"Oh, darling," she said, her tone filled with compassion. "I hear you loud and clear, and fear not, for your Fairy Dragmother is here to make your dreams come true."

Gigi taps her left side chin as she begs no to think, her tone shifting into a hushed, conspiratorial whisper. "Darling, I've got a solution that will make all this wedding planning nonsense disappear into thin air."

Silver, curious and somewhat bewildered, hears her outrageous yet intriguing proposition.

Gigi raised an impeccably manicured finger to her lips. "Elope!"

Both Anthony and Silver blinked in surprise, almost certain they had misheard her.

"E-E-Elope?" Anthony shutter.

Gigi nodded with a theatrical flourish. "Oh yes! Elope, my dear! It's the perfect solution to end this whole wedding planning chaos. Just imagine it, a secret escape with your beloved to a romantic destination, a simple and intimate ceremony, no more drama, no more opinions, just pure love."

Silver's brows furrowed in consideration. "But Gigi, we've already come this far with the planning, a-and our royal engagement has been announced to social media, and I do want our friends and family to be part of our special day." He is concerned. "But…. Me and Anthony, just two, elope?"

Gigi waved off his concerns. "Darling, think about it. A destination elopement doesn't mean you have to exclude your loved ones. You can still have a small and intimate ceremony in a beautiful location, a city hall or a chapel in Las Vegas with an Elevis impersonator, and then go to a fabulous place to celebrate as a married couple at the restaurant or even in the comfort of your home. It's the best of both worlds!"

She leaned in even closer, her voice dropping to a dramatic whisper. "And it's romantic, spontaneous, and unforgettable. Just imagine saying 'I do' under a starlit sky on a faraway beach, the waves serenading your love."

Silver couldn't help but picture the romantic scene Gigi described. His lips curled into a smile as the idea started to take hold. It did sound tempting, an escape from the chaos of wedding planning into the arms of love, with the promise of a private celebration to follow.

"I have to admit," Silver mused, "the idea of an elopement is rather…. tempting."

Gigi clapped her hands together with delight. "That's the spirit, darling! Sometimes, you have to break free from the traditional mold and do what makes your heart sing. An elopement is all about you and Anthony, your love and your future together."

She winked and leaned back, crossing one leg over the other. "Now, it's your decision to make, and Gigi will support you no matter what you choose. But just remember, whether you decide on a grand royal wedding or a romantic elopement, the most important thing is your happiness."

Silver smiled, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders, at least for the moment. "Thank you, Gigi. You always have a way of bringing a touch of magic into my life."

Gigi blew a playful kiss in his direction. "It's what I'm here for, darling. Now, let's bring some of that magic back to your wedding planning, whether it's the royal extravaganza or the romantic escape, Gigi's got your back!"

---

Five days later, on January 12, 2031, Paula and Duchess Vivian arrived at Silver and Anthony's house for the wedding preparations and list of tasks they needed to do, with an undercurrent of tension and disagreement. The dueling mothers, Paula and Duchess Vivian, trailed behind by their respective husbands, who drop their kids off in Vicky's Manor have their ongoing argument over the royal wedding plans.

"This wedding has to be grand, Vivian. We need a grandeur that screams opulence," Paula asserted, holding a binder filled with color palettes, fabric swatches, and extravagant pictures of floral arrangements she has printed out from Pinterest.

Duchess Vivian, walking beside her, raised an eyebrow, countering with a regal air, "Grandeur, indeed my dear, but in a tasteful and classic English way. We need something that embodies elegance and English tradition."

"Vivian, surely you can see the elegance in a Mexican-inspired menu," Paula said with a touch of exasperation, the fine wrinkles on her brow deepening.

Vivian raised an eyebrow, aghast. "Elegance, you say? I would argue that the English tradition menu exudes far more elegance and poise!"

Paula's determined strides were preceded by a bustle of animated chatter. "Honestly, this royal wedding can't be just about your way, Vivian. We need to infuse a bit of our tastes too."

Vivian, retorted sharply, "It's not all about extravagant arrangements, Paula. It's a balance between elegance and subtlety, which is clearly lacking in your ideas."

Roberto and Duke Edward followed behind their wives, trying to keep the peace. Paula and Duchess Vivian had been locked in a constant stream of disagreements and bickering as they walked.

"Roberto, I don't understand why they can't just agree on something," Duke Edward muttered to his friend, a hint of frustration in his voice.

Roberto sighed, glancing at his wife ahead. "It's like they're each trying to outdo the other with their ideas. It's exhausting, almost like our son's wedding is their wedding."

However, as they reached the entrance, they noticed a sheet of paper taped to the doors. It was addressed to Paula and Duchess Vivian. Roberto and Duke Edward exchanged puzzled looks before the wives began reading the note.

The note read:

"To our love ones,

We hope this note finds you well and in good spirits. We have an important message for you. Please sit down before reading further. As you may have noticed, we are not at home and will not be available for the rest of the week. This isn't a cause for concern; rather, it's a sudden unexpected plan we've decided to put into motion.

Silver and Anthony, your beloved children, have taken a moment to pause the grandeur of wedding planning, realizing we need a bit of time to breathe and connect on a more intimate level. Therefore, we've chosen to take a small break for a few days to rejuvenate and celebrate our love without the overwhelming weight of preparations as well as contain stress and anxiety.

So, here's the surprise: We're off for a secret adventure, elope, and you won't hear from us for the next couple of days. But don't worry; we're safe and doing perfectly fine.

However, to make this time truly special for us, we kindly request that you refrain from tracking us down or interfering in our elopement plans during this period. It's an important opportunity for us to cherish their love in a peaceful, uninterrupted environment.

Please tell everyone that there won't be a royal wedding and we apologize to everyone who is very excited and expecting to see us said 'I do' at the altar.

We will be in touch soon to share with you all, but for now, please take some time to relax and enjoy your time together.

With love,

Silver & Anthony"

"Paula, what does this mean?" Vivian inquired, eyeing the note that appeared to be a hastily written letter.

"It says they're gone," Paula replied, her voice carrying a mix of surprise and disbelief. "Silver and Anthony... they eloped."

"EL...eloped?" Vivian stuttered, taken aback by the unexpected news. "But why would they do such a thing?"

Paula shook her head, her voice rising in disbelief. "They can't be serious! All the planning, the arrangements, the announcements..."

The two women began to speak over one another, their voices tinged with angst and dismay.

"This is preposterous!"

"All our efforts wasted!"

"Outrageous!!!!"

Paula and Duchess Vivian were speechless, their eyes widening in disbelief. As their husbands, Roberto and Duke Edward, looked confused, the women turned to them, mouths agape, walking down toward their husband.

"Have you seen this?" Paula asked, thrusting the note toward Roberto.

Roberto scanned the note, his eyebrows rising as he finished reading it. "Well, I'll be..."

Roberto and Duke Edward exchanged a resigned look, knowing that the storm they had anticipated had just descended upon them as they read the note together in silence.

The message was clear: the direction of the wedding had taken an unexpected turn, leaving both mothers of the grooms in a state of shock and disbelief, the realization of their differing visions coming to a sudden and unexpected halt.

Duchess Vivian scoffed, "Absolutely ridiculous! We're in the midst of planning the grandest royal wedding the world has seen, and they're sneaking off for an elopement! How could they?"

Roberto and Duke Edward exchanged bemused glances, an disbelief and confusion mirrored in their expressions. "An elopement?" Duke Edward echoed, rubbing his chin in contemplation. "I didn't see that coming."

"Neither did I," replied Roberto, scratching his head, trying to make sense of the unexpected turn of events. "But thank god our boys decided to elope, all this wedding stuff is giving me a headache."

Paul, clearly annoyed, spoke out. "We've got to find them! How dare they leave us in the dark and plan something so impulsive."

Duchess Vivian, sharing the same sentiment, nodded vigorously. "Yes, we must confront them immediately. How could they do this without consulting us? This is all your fault!"

Paula, flabbergasted by the blame, let out an incredulous gasp. "My fault? Are you insinuating that I pushed our children into this? No manches, Vivian, you're the one with your British grandeur and extravagance that suffocated them! They couldn't handle the pressure anymore!"

Duchess Vivian fired back with an icy stare. "How can you even say that? I must refer that than your tastes, Paula. They clearly couldn't bear the thought of a wedding that lacked sophistication!"

The argument quickly escalated, and soon the townhouses were filled with the fiery exchange of words. They began blaming each other for their sons' decision to elope, with no intention of holding back. It was a fierce verbal battle in which neither was willing to yield.

"You and your insistence on English traditions!" Paula accused, her voice dripping with disdain.

"Better that than a cookout farce!" Vivian retorted, her words laden with sarcasm.

Their voices grew louder, and it seemed to vibrate with their heated argument, both mothers fiercely defending their vision for the wedding and pointing fingers at each other. It was a clash of wills and egos that had been brewing for a while, and this unexpected elopement had unleashed the storm they had both been suppressing.

Amid the verbal warfare, Roberto and Duke Edward exchanged weary looks, realizing that they had walked right into the middle of a cat-fight, not physically, but with words, and had no idea how to mediate it. The two women continued to hurl accusations and insults at each other, seemingly oblivious to their husbands' presence, and their husbands knew better than to interrupt.

The disagreement showed no sign of reaching a resolution as the room echoed with their passionate arguments, leaving the fate of the grand royal wedding in question.

"You were the one pushing for those English traditions, suffocating them with your rigid image!" Paula accused, her voice seething with frustration.

Vivian's eyes flashed with defiance. "And you! Your ideas were overwhelming. They probably wanted sophistication, not a regular family backyard cookout style wedding!"

The accusations flew back and forth, each word sharpened to pierce the other's defenses.

"I never knew anyone could be so insistent on such outdated concepts," Paula retorted, her tone sharp and incredulous.

"Outdated?" Vivian scoffed, her voice rising in agitation. "Your DJ madness was beyond overwhelming! They needed refinement, not flamboyance!"

Gasp after gasp punctuated the argument, both women hurling words with the fervor of a verbal battlefield. The tension escalated, each firmly rooted in their stance, unwilling to cede an inch.

Just as the tension between Paula and Duchess Vivian reached its peak, and the two mothers were locked in a fierce verbal confrontation, a voice suddenly interrupted their argument. Stepping out of Silver and Anthony's house with all the flair and dramatic elegance that she was known for was none other than Gigi Lamour, Silver's enchanting Fairy Dragmother.

Gigi looked positively aghast, her hands on her hips as she surveyed the scene before her, her glamorous presence contrasting with the brewing catfight between the two mothers.

"Goodness, darlings, what on earth is going on here?" Gigi exclaimed with a theatrical flair, her tone filled with amusement.

Paula and Duchess Vivian both turned to Gigi, their mouths still half-opened as they gaped in surprise at her sudden appearance.

Gigi continued, "I enter for a moment of quiet relaxation, and what do I find? The two leading ladies of drama, creating a ruckus outside my favorite couple's house. Now, that's what I call an encore performance!"

The absurdity of the situation struck Paula and Duchess Vivian as they stared at Gigi, momentarily taken aback. Their argument had been abruptly hijacked by the enigmatic and flamboyant Fairy Dragmother.

Gigi Lamour, never one to pass up an opportunity for a grand entrance or some light comedy, had a playful twinkle in her face. She was determined to bring a touch of her unique magic to this unexpected confrontation between the dueling mothers.

Paula and Duchess Vivian were left momentarily speechless as Gigi's arrival shifted the atmosphere from tense and confrontational to unexpectedly comical.

Duchess Vivian, breaking the momentary silence, composed herself and fixed her gaze on Gigi, her tone both stern and inquisitive. "Gigi, wha... what on earth are you doing inside our sons' home?"

Gigi, unfazed by the questions and the intensity of the situation, simply grinned and walked down the steps. "Darlings, I'm merely house-sitting in the absence of your beloved sons."

"House-sitting? But why?" Paula interjected, bewildered by the whole situation. "Where are they?"

Gigi smiled mischievously. "Ah, the boys are off on a little romantic escapade. And let's just say, they might have already sealed the deal and are on their way to their honeymoon."

Paula and Duchess Vivian exchanged stunned glances, a mix of disbelief and surprise etched on their faces. "What?!" they exclaimed in unison.

"Are you fully aware that they eloped?" Paula questioned, a sense of urgency in her voice.

Gigi nodded, a playful and mysterious glint in her face. "Yes, darling, I'm completely aware. And I mmmiiiggghhhtttt have had a tiny bit of influence on that front, sweeties."

"You... you influenced our sons to elope?!" Duchess Vivian gasped, her hand moving to her chest in shock.

Gigi waved her hand, trying to pacify the alarmed mothers. "Oh, don't look so aghast! I only suggested a dash of magic, a sprinkle of romance, and, well, the little ones decided it was the perfect plan for their love story. An elopement! Isn't it thrilling?"

The shock on Paula and Duchess Vivian's faces was evident as they tried to process this unexpected revelation. Gigi, with her usual flair and extravagant presence, had influenced their sons to take such a dramatic step, leaving the mothers reeling in disbelief and astonishment.

Duchess Vivian leaned in closer, her voice tinged with a sense of urgency. "But Gigi, why an elopement? There is everything we need to plan out for a magnificent royal wedding, a union that was to be the talk of the century!"

Gigi, ever the enigmatic personality, winked at Paula and Duchess Vivian before responding in a tone that hinted at something far more substantial. "Ladies, let me tell you something interesting. But you'd better be ready because this is going to hit home."

The dueling mothers exchanged perplexed glances, their expressions a mix of confusion and anticipation. "What are you talking about?" Duchess Vivian inquired, her voice tinged with curiosity.

Gigi stepped forward, her eyes flitting between the two women, her expression turning serious. "The fault is not just one of you, honey. It's both. Both of you are to blame."

"Both of us?!" Paula and Duchess Vivian exclaimed in unison and disbelief.

Gigi nodded with a somber nod. "Yup, both of you. You see, the relentless clashing of opinions, the constant tug-of-war over every little detail of this wedding — the conflicting visions, the nagging, the disagreements — all of it took its toll on our lovely couple. Silver was drowning in a sea of opinions and stress from the two of you."

Paula and Duchess Vivian exchanged guilt and shock as Gigi's words began to sink in.

Gigi continued, "Your sons wanted this day to be joyous, and an amazing day of their life. But the drama around the wedding planning had turned into a battlefield because of your continuous squabbles."

The two mothers shared an uncomfortable glance, beginning to see the implications of their actions.

"And I simply suggested an alternative," Gigi added, her voice now taking on a more lighthearted tone. "I proposed the idea of an elopement, a moment where they could focus on their love without the burden of everyone else's opinions and what they expect them to have."

Paula and Duchess Vivian exchanged a momentary glance of acknowledgment and remorse.

"So, while I planted the seed," Gigi continued, "it was your actions, your constant discord, your bickering, that turned that seed into a decision. They wanted to escape all the drama and stress."

Paula and Duchess Vivian felt a sense of realization dawn upon them, both taking a moment to absorb the weight of Gigi's words.

"You see, dear mothers, it was the relentless squabbling and disagreements that made them choose to elope," Gigi concluded with a knowing smile, the gravity of her words settling upon the women.

Paula and Duchess Vivian looked at each other, the realization dawning that, in their zeal to create the perfect wedding for their sons, they had inadvertently overshadowed what truly mattered – their sons' love and happiness.

They had been so focused on planning the perfect royal wedding that they hadn't truly considered Silver and Anthony's desires.

"What have we done?" Paula said softly, her voice filled with regret.

Duchess Vivian nodded, her eyes welling up with tears. "We pushed them into this, didn't we? Our disagreements, our demands..."

Roberto and Duke Edward exchanged sympathetic glances, realizing that their wives' strong-willed approach had led to this unforeseen turn of events.

With newfound determination, Paula and Duchess Vivian decided to set things right. They had been so consumed by their own ideas of a grand wedding that they had forgotten what truly mattered: the happiness of their children.

Together, as a family, they will try to locate Silver and Anthony and bring them back and stop that elopement. It was time for a heartfelt apology and a fresh start, ensuring that the couple's love remained the focus of the wedding celebration.

"We need to find them and stop this elopement," Duchess Vivian declared, her eyes filled with resolve.

Paula nodded in agreement. "We'll apologize and let them know that we support their decision."

Roberto sighed. "But… where could they be eloping to?"

The mothers, Paula and Duchess Vivian, turned to Gigi with a look of desperation in their eyes. "Gigi, you must know where they've gone!" Paula pleaded, her voice trembling with concern. "We need to find them and apologize for everything we've put them through."

Duchess Vivian added with a hint of regret, "We've caused them so much trouble with our disagreements. We need to make amends."

Roberto and Duke Edward joined the plea, realizing the significance of the situation. "Please, Gigi," Roberto urged, "we need to know where they are. We can't let them go through with this elopement without us."

Gigi studied the anxious faces before her, she let out a sigh before responding. "Well, darlings, I wasn't supposed to tell you, but seeing how sincere you are in wanting to make amends, I suppose I can share a tiny bit of information."

The mothers leaned in, their expressions hopeful. "Tell us, Gigi, please," Paula implored.

Gigi couldn't resist playing with the dramatics a bit longer. "Alright, alright, you both win. They've gone to a lovely little chapel, and they're well on their way there after getting their marriage license as we speak."

"Which chapel? Where is it?" Duchess Vivian pressed, her urgency growing by the second.

Gigi finally revealed the location. "It's The Little Wedding Chapel, located in Eustis, Florida. That's basically 55 minutes from here. But y'all have to hurry if you want to catch them before they say 'I do.'"

Paula, Duchess Vivian, Roberto, and Duke Edward exchanged relieved glances. They had the information they needed, and now, it was a race against time to reach the chapel before Silver and Anthony could complete their elopement.

With a newfound sense of purpose, they set off, hoping to reach the chapel in time to stop the elopement and offer a heartfelt apology to their sons.

Paula, Duchess Vivian, Roberto, and Duke Edward sped down the road toward The Little Wedding Chapel in Eustis, Florida, with a sense of urgency that only parents about to stop an elopement could understand.

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The car zoomed down the highway, Paula and Duchess Vivian in the backseat with a mix of anxiety, concern, and anticipation written across their faces. Roberto and Duke Edward shared the front, their expressions a mix of determination and a tinge of worry. The tension in the air was palpable as the urgency to reach The Little Wedding Chapel in Central Florida lingered in every passing second.

[Song: Time Is Running Out - Jem and the Holograms. Bold Italic - Singing in their head (like in movies where they sing but their mouth aren't moving)]

Paula & Duchess Vivian:

Time, time, time, time

Time was their adversary, ticking away as they navigated through unexpected obstacles.

Paula (Duchess Vivian):

(Time) time is runnin' out

(Time) time is runnin' out

(Time) time is runnin' out

Paula's gaze flitted between her clasped hands, her eyes staring out the window, a silent prayer on her lips, while Duchess Vivian's hand clutched her chest, her eyes reflecting a sense of regret and determination.

Paula (Duchess Vivian):

(Time) time is runnin' out

(Time) time is runnin' out

(Time) time is runnin' out

They drove on, racing against the clock, hoping that their journey would end in reconciliation and that Silver and Anthony would still be at the chapel, waiting for them to stop the elopement.

Paula:

So just keep thinkin', if we make it

How much we'll have to show for it

We can't give up, there's too much at stake

Come on, baby, let's go for it

The car encountered roadblocks, construction zones, and detours due to heavy traffic. Their expressions changed from worry to determination, and sometimes frustration, as they pushed through these hindrances. Roberto maneuvered the car expertly, attempting to surpass these hurdles, and yet, as the roadblocks persisted, the chances of reaching their destination in time became slimmer.

Duchess Vivian (Paula):

(Time) time is runnin' out

(Time) time is runnin' out

(Time) time is runnin' out

Roberto maneuvered the car expertly, attempting to surpass these hurdles, and yet, as the roadblocks persisted, the chances of reaching their destination in time became slimmer.

Duchess Vivian (Paula):

(Time) time is runnin' out

(Time) time is runnin' out

(Time) time is runnin' out

They pushed on, determined to overcome every obstacle. The GPS showed they were making progress, but they were still far from their destination. The stress and tension were beginning to rise, knowing that time was running out.

Duchess Vivian:

So just keep thinkin', if we make it

How much we'll have to show for it

We'll never stop, till we reach the top

Come on, baby, let's go for it

The challenges on the road seemed relentless as they got off from the exit, causing the car to swerve, slow down, and occasionally come to a complete halt. Yet, their determination remained unyielding, their gazes fixed on the imminent goal – to reach the chapel and stop the elopement.

Paula & Duchess Vivian, (Female choirs):

(Time) time is runnin' out

(Time) time is runnin' out

(Time) time is runnin' out

Despite the hurdles and the limited time, their determination to arrive at the chapel grew stronger with each passing mile as they are almost close to their destination.

Paula & Duchess Vivian, (Female choirs):

(Time) time is runnin' out

(Time) time is runnin' out

(Time) time is runnin' out

At last, they approached their final destination, the strain in their faces softened, with their goal in sight, the intensity in their expressions heightened, hoping against hope to arrive in time and prevent the culmination of the elopement.

Paula & Duchess Vivian, (Female choirs):

(Time) time is runnin' out

(Time) time is runnin' out

Once they arrived, they quickly parked and burst out of the car, adrenaline surging through them. They made a beeline for the chapel, rushing to reach it before their sons could say their "I dos."

With their hearts racing and panic setting in, they burst through the doors of the chapel, breathless and anxious.

"Stop the wedding!" Paula yelled, her voice echoing through the chapel.

Duchess Vivian, equally frantic, joined in, "Please, stop this ceremony immediately!"

Roberto and Duke Edward followed suit, demanding the same, their voices raised in a panic: "Stop" and "Halt!"

The chapel was filled with confusion and surprise as the couple about to be wed looked on in shock, the officiant momentarily frozen mid-sentence.

The realizations of their mistake slowly sank in, and the parents exchanged apologetic glances with the bewildered couple. They had raced to the chapel, thinking they were stopping Silver and Anthony's elopement, but it turned out to be a different couple altogether.

"Uh, excuse us, we're really sorry to interrupt but, uh, where are our sons?" Duchess Vivian asked, relieved but also confused.

The officiant, realizing the mistake, tried to clarify, "I'm sorry, we don't quite understand. Are you looking for… someone?"

Paula, breathless and bewildered, scanned the room. "Silver and Anthony, our sons! We're here to stop their elopement!"

The couple at the altar, looking bewildered, exchanged glances. The bride, in her white wedding dress, stared at the intruders, her groom stood beside her.

The priest, caught in the unexpected situation, attempted to mediate. "Ladies and gentlemen, please, this is a wedding ceremony. I need to ask you all to leave and wait outside."

"Sorry for the interruption," Roberto said to the bride and groom.

The bride and groom, both slightly annoyed, nodded. "I hope you find them," the groom replied with a polite smile.

"We apologize, so continue with the ceremony…. and congratulations." He chuckled nervously at them.

Paula and Duchess Vivian felt utterly embarrassed, and they made their way out of the chapel. Roberto and Duke Edward followed suit, their faces red with embarrassment before they both closed the doors.

Once outside the chapel, the parents huddled together, exchanging puzzled glances and anxious whispers. The panic they had felt inside the chapel had turned to confusion, and doubt began to creep in. Each of them questioning the accuracy of Gigi's information about Silver and Anthony's elopement destination.

"Do you think Gigi misled us about their location?" Duchess Vivian asked, her voice tinged with worry and a hint of skepticism.

Paual furrowed her brows, uncertainty written all over her face. "I doubt Gigi lied to us, she never lied before."

Roberto scratched his head, feeling a bit foolish for rushing to the chapel and interrupting the couple's ceremony. "But if she did, why would she do that?"

Duke Edward, also slightly embarrassed, pondered for a moment. "Perhaps Gigi wanted to give our sons some time alone, away from our interference, and wanted to prevent us from stopping their elopement?"

They pondered over Gigi's possible motive, confusion clouded their minds. They couldn't fathom why Gigi would mislead them about Silver and Anthony's elopement location, especially when they were so intent on stopping it.

"Mama, Papa!?"

"Mother, Father?!"

Startled, they looked up and saw Silver and Anthony, dressed in their wedding elopement attire, walking toward the chapel.

The parents were struck with awe as they took in the sight of their sons, who looked incredibly beautiful together in their wedding attire.

Silver wore this 1950s inspired wedding dress made from silk fabric and has a little more décolletage with this scoop neckline. The neatly fitted bodice and nipped in waist is complemented by a generous full circle plain tea length skirt with a petticoat underneath and a pair of one inch pumps. To complete the ensemble, he styled his hair into sleek low ballerina buns with two swirls in front of his ears, his accessories included a pleated waist-length veil which featured a satin bow at the top, pair of wrist-length sheer gloves, and a golden heart-shape locket necklace. There are four bunches of white artificial bouquet of flowers he is holding. Each bunch of flowers has five branches, in total there are: five big peony flowers, four small peony flowers, and some frothy flower spikes and berries. All wrapped together in a silk white ribbon.

Anthon opted to wear a well-fitted suit in a traditional black groom color. The suit features notched lapels, two-buttons closed at front, chest pocket, welt front pockets with flap, and two inner pockets, and long sleeves with decorative buttons at the cuffs, and over this jacket is a white dress shirt with two unbuttons open on top. He wears black dress pants featuring a waistband that's held up by a brown leather belt and an side pockets and welt back pockets with buttons. Sat on his left wrist is a watch featuring a silver strap with a white dial and a pair of black leather cap-toe Oxford shoes. Lastly, on his left hand, he is holding an unsigned marriage license they had acquired from the city hall.

The parents couldn't help but feel awe (and relief) as they gazed at their sons. They looked so beautiful together in their wedding elopement attires, yet they hadn't gone through with the official ceremony.

"Mother, Father? What are you doing here?" Anthony asked, perplexed, looking between the parents and the chapel.

Silver, his expression mirroring his soon-to-be husband's shock, chimed in, "Mama, Papa? What's going on? How do you two know where we're eloping?"

They seemed puzzled as to how on earth did their parents were there and how they knew about their secret plan to elope.

Paula, Duchess Vivian, Roberto, and Duke Edward looked at each other, their expressions now a blend of confusion and disbelief. They hadn't expected to see their sons there. Their minds were swimming with questions about Gigi's information and the whole scenario that had led them to this chapel.

"Why are you all here?" Anthony questioned, his surprise evident in his voice.

Silver, looking equally baffled, chimed in, "How did you guys know we're eloping here?"

"Gigi told us that you two were going to elope, and we wanted to stop it," Paula explained, confused but yet concerned.

Duchess Vivian, still trying to make sense of the situation, added, "We rushed here to prevent you from having your elopement happening without us, your mothers, apologizing to you!"

Roberto chimed in, "Gigi told us that you are going to elope here at the chapel, but when… when we got there," he admitted with embarrassment.

Duke Edward nodded. "We ended up interrupting another couple's wedding by mistake."

"And we thought that you boys had already gotten married by the time we arrived since you two weren't there inside." Paula exclaimed.

Anthony and Silver glanced at each other, wearing expressions of disbelief. "What? No, we didn't get married already! We just went to McDonald's to get something to eat and to kill time while we waited for the other couple to finish their ceremony until it's our turn. We haven't signed the marriage license yet!"

A wave of relief washed over the parents, realizing that their sons hadn't gone through with the elopement. They hadn't said their vows or completed the marriage ceremony.

Duchess Vivian felt the tension leave her body. "Oh, thank goodness!"

Paula's face brightened with relief. "I'm so glad you haven't done it yet."

Roberto and Duke Edward sighed in relief, feeling a weight lifted off their shoulders.

Duchess Vivian stepped forward, "Darlings, we came to stop the elopement, but it seems we've arrived just in time before your special moment."

Paula added with a touch of awe, "You both look so beautiful together in your wedding elopement attire. Vivian and I wanted to… apologize for everything."

"Wait, you came here to apologize?" Silver raised an eyebrow at his mama, a look of disbelief on his face. He and Anthony exchanged glances, trying to understand the sudden turn of events.

Duchess Vivian, her eyes softened with remorse, took a step forward, facing them. "Yes, dear. Paula and I are deeply sorry for everything, for all the bickering and disagreements during the wedding preparations."

Paula, joining Duchess Vivian, echoed the sentiment. "We got so carried away with our ideas and planning on how we want your wedding to be that we lost sight of what truly mattered – your happiness."

"We never realized how our constant arguments were causing you both problems," Duchess Vivian was filled with regret as she continued. "We were so blinded by our own visions on how we want your wedding to be that we didn't see how it was affecting you too."

Paula nodded in agreement, tears glistening in her eyes. "We are truly… sorry for everything, hijo. We never meant to hurt you."

Silver and Anthony exchanged a glance, their expressions softening. Despite the chaos of the day, they could feel the genuine remorse in their mothers' words. It was clear that they regretted their actions and were sincerely seeking forgiveness.

The couple moved closer to their mothers, enveloping them in a warm and comforting embrace. "It's okay, Mama. It's okay," Silver reassured. "We understand, and we forgive you."

Anthony joined in, nodding in agreement. "We know you wanted the best for us. We forgive you."

The embrace was filled with warmth and love, as the mothers and their sons embraced each other, surrounded by the peaceful ambiance of the chapel.

The emotional tension that had clouded the relationships began to dissipate as they embraced, expressing their love and forgiveness, ready to move forward and focus on what truly mattered – their bond as a family. The moment was filled with a sense of healing, a fresh start where the misunderstandings and grievances were acknowledged and let go. The weight of the intense emotions seemed to lift, replaced by relief and resolution.

With tears in their eyes, Paula, Duchess Vivian, Silver, and Anthony broke the embrace, their faces reflecting a sense of relief and a newfound bond of understanding.

"Thank you for understanding," Duchess Vivian said softly with gratitude.

Paula nodded as she smiled. "We love you both so much."

Just as the emotional moment between the mothers and sons reached its peak, the couple whose wedding had been temporarily interrupted earlier finally exited the chapel. The groom carried his new bride in the traditional bridal style, and the newlyweds looked joyful and content.

Upon seeing them, Paula, Duchess Vivian, Roberto, Duke award, Silver, and Anthony quickly moved away from the couple to a clear path. They didn't want to intrude any further on this special day, having already caused some commotion earlier.

The officiant, realizing that it was time for Silver and Anthony to proceed with their own wedding ceremony, called them over with a warm smile. "It's your turn, gentlemen. If you're ready, we can begin your ceremony."

Silver and Anthony exchanged a look together, the marriage license is still in Anthony's hand. They had initially been on the verge of saying their vows and completing the marriage ceremony, they had got all dressed up and ready to become spouses once they left the chapel after signing the marriage license. But now, with the sudden turn of events, they were reconsidering their decision.

They turned to the officiant and began to apologize for the abrupt change of plans. "We're so sorry, but we've decided not to get married today," Anthony explained, his voice filled with sincerity.

The officiant, while surprised by the sudden change, remained understanding. "Of course, you two. Marriage is a significant and serious commitment, and it's essential to make sure you're both ready for the next step in your life together. If you ever decide to go through with it, the chapel is always open to you."

Silver and Anthony thanked the officiant for his understanding before he walked back inside to clean everything up. The sudden change in plans didn't appear to faze them; instead, it seemed as though a weight had been lifted from their shoulders.

The parents, Paula, Duchess Vivian, Roberto, and Duke Edward, watched in stunned silence as their sons decided not to proceed with the wedding ceremony. They exchanged puzzled glances and wondered why on earth did Silver and Anthony have suddenly changed their mind as they are just moments away from becoming a married couple.

Paula spoke up with confusion. "Hijo…. ack… why did you change your mind about getting married?"

Duchess Vivian added with a touch of surprise, "You two looked ready and excited moments ago. What made you reconsider?"

Silver and Anthony then began explaining to them their reasoning on why they decided not to get married today. "We realized that we were so focused on eloping and getting married today that we forgot about the most important thing: having the people that we love witnessing our happiness on our special day of our life," Silver sincerely explained to them.

Anthony nodded in agreement. "We got caught up in the moment, dressing up, getting our marriage license paper, and heading to the chapel to elope. But then the sudden rush of it all made us realize this is not exactly how we want it to be when we get married, not how we imagine it to be."

Duke Edward frowned slightly, trying to understand the shift in their sons' perspectives. "But… isn't this what you both want? To have the wedding you wanted."

Roberto chimed in, "You seemed all set earlier."

Silver smiled gently, understanding their parents' concern. "We did, but we also needed a moment to pause and think. Our wedding should be about us, about our happiness, surrounded by the people we love and not just following an unexpected plan we set without truly feeling it on whether or not this is what we really wanted and how we will remember it."

Anthony added, "We want our wedding and our marriage to be a wonderful experience we'll cherish forever for the rest of our life. Not something we did because we couldn't deal with all the stress that's going on, but because it felt right in our hearts."

Paula and Duchess Vivian exchanged a glance, their expressions now reflecting understanding and support for theirs' decision.

"We get it," Paula said with reassurance. "We're sorry we pushed you into this."

Duchess Vivian nodded with her, her eyes softening. "You're right. It's your happiness that matters the most."

Paula then added, "And we promise not to cause any more stress over something we imagine your wedding to be. For now on, we, your mothers, are going to help you two to plan your wedding how you wanted it to be, not us, yours."

Duchess Vivian finally concluded, "Correct, we mothers help our children to make sure they have the perfect wedding they ever dream of."

Silver and Anthony listened to Paula and Duchess Vivian's sincere words, and their hearts were filled with gratitude and relief. "Thank you, both of you," Silver said, touched by emotion. "We appreciate your understanding, and we're grateful that you're giving us the freedom to plan our wedding the way we want it to be."

Anthony added, "It means a lot to us that you're supporting our decision and allowing us to create a wedding that truly reflects our love and personalities."

Paula and Duchess Vivian shared proud smiles with their sons, relieved that they had come to an understanding. They knew that, in the end, their sons' happiness was what mattered most.

Just then, Silver's face lit up with excitement as an idea formed in his mind. "Mama, Vivian, do you both keep your wedding memorabilia? You know, your wedding dress, the album, the video, the toasting cups, and all that?"

Paula and Duchess Vivian exchanged curious glances before looking back at Silver again. "S…. Si, I did," Paula answered, "they are in the garage."

"I do have them, I have the staff store them away in the attic of our estate," Duchess Vivian replied to Silver, "but why do you ask?"

Silver grinned, his excitement growing. "I think I know exactly what kind of wedding Anthony and I would like to have in mind…."

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The parlor of the King's Castle was now filled with an array of wedding memorabilia from the past. Two mannequins adorned in Paula and Duchess Vivian's wedding dresses and veils stood proudly, showcasing the timeless elegance of their bridal attire.

Duchess Vivian's wedding gown was a showstopper in the late 90s, it featured a classic silhouette that accentuated her semi-hourglass figure. The gown was crafted from the finest ivory silk satin with a square neckline, draping gracefully from her shoulders to the floor. The bodice was intricately adorned with delicate Chantilly lace and pearls, her gown's sleeves were adorned with illusion elegant lace as well, with a subtle puff at the shoulders and fabric rosettes beside the puff and shoulder, another one at the center neckline, a nod to the late 90s fashion trends. A fitted waistline emphasized her slender midsection before the gown cascaded into a voluminous skirt with a lengthy train with three bouquets of rosettes on both of her waist, exuding regal splendor.

The wig that was supposed to present her hair is swept up demurely with pinup style bangs. Vivian's jewelry was elegant and understated. A pair of white cameo earrings with a carved figure of Aphrodite surrounded by gold foliate design and a single strand of pearls necklace that is wrapped around her neck.

Another mannequin wore this gorgeous silkened-satin ballgown with a square sleeveless neckline bodice top with close buttons. Ending at a point, the bodice flows into a softly-pleated skirt with a sweep train, which feels elegant without being over-the-top. An lovely elbow length wedding veil cascading down trimmed with white satin ribbon on the edge which pinned underneath the top curls bun with a single strand swirling in front of her ears that were curls.

Duchess Vivian's bouquet that was meticulously arranged in a classic, slightly cascading style, evoking the grandeur of the late 90s. It features white flowers which include: roses, lilies, sprigs of Lily of the valley, orchids, stephanotis, and some sprigs of pearls beads.

Paula's bouquets, beautifully preserved, were delicately placed on top of a decorative pillow on a low table. Each bouquet was a work of art, showcasing the same blooms that had graced the weddings of the mothers. This simple teardrop wedding bouquet consisted of white roses, callas lily, and greenery ivy.

The wedding toasting glasses, decorated with wax flowers, ribbons, beads, and orange blossoms, glistened in the soft parlor lighting as they were positioned in the center of the table. The wedding invites, with intricate calligraphy and elegant designs, were meticulously arranged, showing the care and attention that had gone into inviting friends and family to witness their unions.

Paula and Duchess Vivian's wedding albums were placed beside their respective mannequins, filled with cherished photographs and memories of those special days.

The cake knife and scoop, used to cut their wedding cakes, rested in a decorative holder. The cake toppers, small figurines that had adorned their wedding cakes, depicted the couples in loving poses.

The parlor, adorned with these mementos of love and commitment, radiated a sense of history, tradition, and enduring love. The room seemed to come alive with the memories of the past, and Silver and Anthony couldn't help but be inspired by the beautiful items that surrounded them.

Silver turned to his partner with a gleam in his eye. "Anthony, can you imagine a wedding filled with this much love and history? With these beautiful elements from our moms' weddings, we can create something truly wonderful and meaningful."

Anthony smiles in agreement, his own eyes lighting up with excitement. "Absolutely, Silver. It's like having a piece of our mothers weddings with us, a connection to their love stories. It makes me even more excited about planning our own special day."

Paula and Duchess Vivian watched their sons with pride and delight, knowing that they had found a unique and meaningful way to incorporate both family history into their wedding.

Paula wiped away a tear of joy. "I can't wait to see what you two come up with. Your wedding is going to be something truly magical."

Duchess Vivian agreed. "We're so proud of you both."

Silver and Anthony shared a smile, feeling inspired by the support of their mothers and the beautiful wedding memorabilia that surrounded them. They were ready to embark on the journey of planning a wedding that would be a reflection of their love and the generations of love that had come before them.

"So, Silver, have you finally decided on a theme for your wedding?" Paula inquired, a glimmer of excitement in her eyes as she glanced at her son, eager to hear his plans for the upcoming celebration.

With a confident smile, Silver looked at his mama. "Yes, Mama, we've decided on a theme," he replied, his voice filled with enthusiasm.

Duchess Vivian's curiosity piqued, "And what would that be?"

"Anthony and I have chosen the theme 'Tribute'," Silver announced proudly.

"Tribute?" Paula repeated, her brows furrowing in curiosity. "What does that entail?"

Silver explained, "It's a tribute to the love stories of both our mothers. We'll blend and corporate these elements from your and Duchess Vivian's weddings into ours, honoring the love that brought us here."

Duchess Vivian, standing beside Paula, smiled. "What a beautiful way to celebrate the union of our families and the legacy of love."

Paula's eyes welled up with tears of joy. "That's absolutely wonderful, Silver. A tribute to our love stories and to the strong bond we share."

Anthony smiled, feeling reassured by their mothers' reaction. "We thought it would be a perfect way to honor our families from both sides and create a day that's unique to us."

With their theme decided, the planning for Silver and Anthony's wedding took a more meaningful and sentimental turn, allowing them to imagine a celebration that honored the past while embracing the future.

"Now then, shall we get started?"

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Wow, 16k words just for a single chapter! I didn't expect it to turn into this extensive narrative, especially covering all that wedding planning drama and that unexpected elopement twist. It's amazing how a story can evolve so much, right? The whole adventure from the chaos at the Little Wedding Chapel to the discovery of the wedding memorabilia truly brought in a completely unforeseen twist. I mean, who would've thought that the boys' plan to elope in secret would lead to an emotional moment with their mothers realizing they were causing the problem in the wedding planning and this incredible treasure trove of family history?

The experiences of Paula and Duchess Vivian in their sons' wedding planning mirrored the relatable challenges many face when family members, but mostly the moms, are deeply involved in wedding preparations and how difficult and stressful it can be for the couple when their mothers have different opinions and visions of how they imagine the wedding should be. We've all seen it in movies and shows before and maybe even witnessed it in real life – the endless debates and arguments about the color scheme, the flowers, the venue, the foods, the decor, the guests list, and don't even get started on the dress, oh boy.

Next Chapter: The soon-to-be Male-Bride and Groom attended their wedding shower together as their wedding day approached.