Bride And Blossom Novels & Stories

**A Life in Bloom** The wedding day was a blur of laughter, love, and tender moments that Lillian and Nicholas would hold close to their hearts forever. Standing under the arbor they had built together, surrounded by friends who had become family, they exchanged vows with the setting sun casting a golden glow over the garden. The air was thick with the scent of roses and hydrangeas, and the entire world seemed to pause, honoring the love they had worked so hard to nurture.

They are not the best but I still love them both dearly. Father held out his arm and I entwined mine with his. Isabella handed me my bouquet of white lilies then we walked through the double doors and into the chapel. I fidget and almost skip a step at the flashes of camera that came over us all at once. Father must have sensed this as he bent down slightly to whisper in my ear. Somewhere in the back of my head I can hear the organist play Here comes the bride. "It only gets awkward at first. Try to smile and you'll be fine" he said.

The gentle breeze carried the scent of flowers and the soft strains of music played by the pack's musicians. Finally, the moment arrived. Bloom, her heart pounding, stood at the threshold of the garden, her father at her side. As she began her walk down the aisle, her eyes locked with Liam's, and time seemed to stand still. Liam's breath caught in his throat as he beheld his bride. She was a vision of beauty, a goddess of grace and love. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he couldn't help but shed a tear of joy at the sight of her.

One way or another, I will get my revenge on The Hollens. ____________________ Blossom's POV The big day was today and my excitement wouldn't let me stand still. As expected, Nina and Sophia were at my side. They assisted me with my glam makeup and help me into my wedding dress.  They both gasped like fishes out of the water when they saw how perfect the dress was on me. "Jevan is going to kiss you before the official say so," Nina joked. Tears of happiness were already in my eyes. "Hey hey! You'll ruin your makeup if you go all crying on me now," Sophia said.

I clenched my hands tighter as the pain in my palm seared. … I had no idea how long we walked for. The sun seemed to have climbed to its peak. I was finally allowed to remove the blindfold. Before me stretched a winding, narrow path that ended in a bottomless cave. Beside it stood a towering, ancient tree. Its scent of osmanthus drifted even from afar. The villagers said the tree had absorbed the essence of countless Blossom Brides. That was what made it so tall and fragrant. When we were thirty feet away from the cave, the procession abruptly stopped.

“She’s… bre, athtaking.” Speculation spread like wildfire. The gown gleamed with stones worth billions, reflecting every beam of light. The church glowed in enchantment, walls adorned with cascading lights, an aisle blanketed with fresh white rose petals, and towering cherry blossom trees on either side, their branches dripping with falling stars as the bride walked beneath.

I didn't even ask her- "The name, Blushing Bride, refers to a Cape flower all the way from Cape Town South Africa as well as an old courting ritual. Men used to present the Serruria florida fynbos flower to their beloved, or wear it in their lapel when they went for a courting visit, to signify their romantic intentions." She continued, I wanted to walk away showing her that I was interested. "No, actually-" she cut me off. "Figured the guy with the black cap is the groom but you seem to have someone on your mind." She gave me a genuine smile, I returned the genuine gesture. We both looked to where Jeremy was standing with the other shop assistant in awe of his rings, he looked excited.

POV: Beatrice The stems of my bouquet bent beneath my grip, each step down the aisle tightening my hold until the fragile blooms threatened to break. The sight before me was every bit as pristine as the planners had intended: white chairs perfectly aligned, delicate flowers swaying in the ocean breeze, and a makeshift altar framed by the endless horizon. Yet, for all its beauty, the scene felt hollow, each detail mocking me with its cheerful façade.

In truth, she was merely waiting—calculating, observing, waiting for the right moment to slip away. Aiden watched her from a distance. He could tell she had a plan of her own, but he also couldn’t let the night pass without making his presence known—especially when it would benefit the woman he intended to claim as his bride. So, without hesitation, he began to walk toward her. His strides were smooth, regal, commanding. Conversations halted as he moved. Guests turned their heads. Whispers fluttered through the hall like startled birds. “The Smith's heir… he’s here?”

She took them, her fingers brushing against mine. “Chrysanthemums?” she mused, her curiosity clear. “They mean loyalty.” Her eyes snapped to me in surprise. “My eyes locked onto hers. “From this day, I pledge my loyalty to you Serafina.” She gulped, something unreadable passing through her eyes. She looked down at the Bouquet. “And the roses?” I leaned in, just enough to watch her breath hitch. “You already know what they mean Kotyonok.” She was silent for a few moments. “You surprise me, husband.”