After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 783

As soon as the news was announced, the whole territory pretty much mobilized to hold a grand wedding for two of their beloved elders!

Led by Winona, Mathilda, and Sheila, the preparations for the venue, the food, and the like were perfected. The couple wanted an intimate and simple ceremony, which made things easier to prepare when there were so many people helping.

After two days, everything was ready, surprising the couple to no end.

And so, two days after their proposals, the ceremony was held. The bride was already in the venue’s waiting area-turned-bridal room, getting prepared.

"This…" Althea mumbled, really shocked by how well-organized things were after a few days. "This is too fast..."

"You did specifically say not to make it too grand…" Winona mumbled from behind. "So we made it beautiful, but simple."

Winona looked very proud— as she should.

"As for the dress, Andrei had awakened the Cloth Maker profession, with specialization to speed and quality. You’re going to love it~" she said, looking in the direction where Sheila was.

On cue, they revealed a dress on a dress form that supported a wonderful wedding dress. The women’s eyes shone bright whenever they saw it.

"He made this by hand with lots of care," Winona grinned. "He was the one who designed your first wedding dress too," she said. "You two are really fated."

It was a wonderful lace dress made of soft silky fabric. It was not so grand with a long trail, but it was a simple long dress with complex patterns. It was gorgeous and Andrei and Winona really knew Althea’s taste well.

Winona chuckled at her reaction, though she was also admiring the dress herself. "It also has a special effect on adding an ethereal effect to the wearer, and a special effect of a little defense, haha, though that’s a nice side effect of the profession."

The blonde paused in thought, before bursting out laughing out-of-nowhere. "Hey, I just thought—HAHA—I wonder if Garan would have a hard time tearing this one?!"

Althea blinked in thought, no doubt seriously imagining it, while Sheila next to them just covered her face in embarrassment.

On another side of the territory, Garan—who was also fitting his suit—narrowed his eyes. _{freewebnøvel.com}

Why did his hands feel itchy?

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The time for the wedding finally approached, and people headed to the Alterra Gardens. The Gardens had large roofed events spaces in the middle located in various parts of the area.

They were designed to be able to hold events like this, so there were proper back-of-house rooms and places that could serve as waiting rooms for the main characters of the event, in this case, one for the bride, and another for the groom.

The Gardens had small venues around 150 square meters large, which could accommodate 20 to 100 guests in wedding arrangements.

There were also medium-sized venues which ranged from 200 to 400 square meters, which could accommodate up to 300 guests depending on seating arrangements.

They naturally chose the largest one which could seat around a few hundred in banquet table form and much more in pew arrangements. Because not that many were invited, the place was arranged half in pew with the banquet tables in the back so there were little changes to be done for the reception.

Hundreds of seats were filled up with family, friends, and guests who managed to get a slot earlier (Ansel made a lottery for it). Amazingly, the gift area overflowed, including gifts from those who weren’t invited. Everyone, basically, wanted to send their well wishes to the two loving Elders.

These were carefully chosen gifts, some were handcrafted. After all, what could they give the two elders that they didn’t already have?

The rows of chairs were arranged with a small stage in front, emphasized by a decorated archway with intricate flower designs.

They were only pulled back to the present when the arrival of the groom was announced and they turned to see the handsome man dressed in white walk down the aisle, accompanied by the first string instrument the Woodworkers created.

Garan walked with gravitas, appearing even more handsome and regal than usual—which was saying something—and he stopped next to the altar, standing still as he waited for his bride.

He stood there like a striking statue, his aura and features made everyone—even the men—swoon.

Garan’s face didn’t show anything more than his usual stoic expression, but his heart was tight and beating loudly in anticipation.

They had already married before, but every time felt special.

A flurry of emotions swirled within him, remembering all that happened between their first wedding and this one.

First, their parents passed away at the same time, and then he had to leave for a mission and also to find out more about what had happened to their adoptive parents.

Then, he was forcefully taken out of the world where she was, and forced to defend his life every day in an unknown new world—with her as his only light and hope, the one person that kept him going.

For a long time, they were apart, fighting for their lives in hopes of seeing the next day—in hopes of seeing each other again.

Their paths had been fraught with thorns and danger, but despite all these challenges, they found each other again, their love as strong as ever.

As he stood, he smiled a little bit, blinding everyone’s eyes.

They made it again, now and forever.