Novel & Cerita Bride And Blossom

Vicky recorded Elijah's requests, and when he was done talking, she asked, "Where is the bride's wedding dress? May I take a look at it?" The reason they arranged to meet in the bridal shop was so that Vicky could take a look at the bride's wedding dress and design the groom's suit to match it. Elijah led her to where the wedding dress was stored. "This is my fiancee's wedding dress." The wedding dress in front of Vicky was from the Blossom lineup. Thousands of tiny diamonds were sewn to the snow-white dress, giving it a shimmering effect under the bright light. It was beyond beautiful.

“I’m sorry if I had been demanding.” Lily smiled, waving it off. “Don’t worry, you weren’t. You deserve to have everything just the way you want it on your special day.” The bride smiled, blushing slightly. “First time getting married. Hopefully, the last too.” The people in the room smiled and assured her it would. Lily brought out the bouquet from behind her back and handed it to the bride. The arrangement was made up of Quicksand roses, pink peonies, and white lilies.

"One two Three ..." "Woah .... Dea got it." everyone excited while catching the wedding flower bouquet. The bride clapped her hands happily, the awaited day has arrived. God has joined two people who have found their ribs, and Adam's two grandchildren are united in marriage. Rose and Juna are so united and happy with today, a special day that they will never forget in the history of their lives. The day the two were united, in the sacred bond of marriage. The girl was wearing a wedding dress in an empire style. A plain dress with a choice of one colour seems simple but still looks elegant.

Her voice was small as she lifted her head to look at him with her big watery eyes. His heart broke a little when he looked at her. He knelt down beside her. One of his hands behind his back. " I went to find something I thought you would like while you were at the lake. I didn't mean to be away so long and I'm not pretending to like you.", Brodie took his hand out from behind his back. "This is the Bloodrose that our pack is named after.", in his hand was a beautiful flower, deep crimson in colour. He put it in her hair and wiped away her tears.

Petals floated down from the balcony, drifting like snowflakes kissed by the sun. The bridesmaids glided forward, a picture of choreographed elegance. Blush silk dresses. Glinting heels. Perfect smiles. Each one held a delicate bouquet of white orchids and blood-red roses—Beauty’s symbolic fusion of innocence and danger. Then… She appeared. Beauty. The bride.

"I told you I‌ would g​ive it back." I⁠ dug de⁠eper into the box. My fi‌ngers hit somethi‌ng hard and cold at the v​ery botto‍m. I pulled it⁠ o⁠ut. ‍It wasn't a paper.‌ It was a he⁠avy, silver⁠ ri‍ng. It ha‍d a unique crest, a sna​ke biting i‍ts‍ own tail. My b‌rea​th ca‌u⁠g​ht in my throat. I knew this ring. It was the same crest I h‍a‍d s​een on a wax seal in the​ Archi⁠ves... on the documen‍t⁠s re‍garding the death of Floral.

Even when I first encountered Blossom and recognized her beauty, I felt no wavering in my loyalty to Eliza. Choosing Blossom as my partner was a practical decision, contingent on our agreement that Eliza would always be my true love. I realize it sounds self-centered, but I imagined bringing Blossom home to fulfill the role of a mate without the expectation of love or romance, and she seemed to agree.

He hesitated for a few seconds before finally pulling out a beautiful hair clip from his pocket and handing it over. "Mr. Lane, Mrs. Lane left this in your office's game room two days ago." Benjamin froze for a moment before looking over. He stared closely at the tiny hair clip in Anson's hand in shock. A few seconds later, he snatched it up and clutched it tightly. Of course, he recognized it—it was mine. This small hair clip, used to pin back my bangs, was meticulously crafted. It had a heart-shaped pink diamond at its center that was about the size of a thumbnail; its quality was also extremely pure. Surrounding it was a ring of tiny diamonds of the same high quality.

"Like the princess, tea, or flower?" I glanced at him from the corner of my eye, a smile growing on my face. "The flower. Why do you—why do you call me Bloom?" Zac shrugged lightly, looking out the window. "I assumed it was the flower. Blooming—as flowers do." I inhaled sharply. I was—flattered, I think. Confused. I didn't think Zac was someone who would put thought into a nickname. It—kind of made my heart tug. It was—just more thoughtful than I would have imagined Zac to be.