Emily Mariko Wedding Ring Novels & Stories

I shakily raise my hand a bit to look at it closely. Damn, am I seeing it right? A stunning diamond ring is wrapped around my ring finger and it fits so perfectly. "Emilio, w-what…” tears of joy stream down my face like a dam that had just been released. I look at him and he looks back at me with a genuine glint in his blue eyes. "Please Marry me, Bethy."

She turned to look at him. "My lady, the ring," he said quietly before Emily was looking at the rings that were on display. It was a yellow topaz engagement ring and platinum wedding bands, thanks to the Viscount of Vyckos who was a close friend of Ian. "Right," she said as she was taking the wedding band and holding it in her shaky fingers. The archbishop cleared his throat before she was looking at Ian through the veil. The marquis was looking at her with his intense amber eyes, the same color as her engagement ring. Maybe that's the mark that I was his wife, Emily mused before the archbishop was reciting the vows for the nuptial.

Emilia's POV. After the entire wedding ceremony was completed, I returned to the dressing room and couldn't stop staring at my ring. A wedding ring. I am actually married, like really and truly. It is done. I am now Mrs Emilia Riccardo De Luca. I wasn't sure whether to laugh to cry but I was really close to crying and the tears started flowing the moment Pat opened the door to the dressing room and walked in. I was a mess. A huge big mess.

Several small white diamonds surrounded a deep blue stone that caught the light. Back when I bought Wendy’s wedding ring, I chose the simplest design because I wanted her to wear it whenever she liked. At the same time, I wanted it to have a special touch. So, I had one of the white diamonds replaced with a blue one. Blue was Wendy’s lucky color. I had the rings custom-made. I held up my hand in front of him. “What a coincidence! We have the same ring.” His hand flinched. He instinctively covered the ring with his other hand.

I was sound asleep the night before the wedding when a video call from my best friend, Eve, came in. “Aisling, my wedding’s starting in half an hour. Where is my maid of honor?” I pulled back the curtains and stared in resignation at the still night at one in the morning. “Eve, what are you talking about? It’s not even dawn. Who gets married in the wee hours? You’re working overtime as my alarm clock.” It was a pause on the line until Eve’s camera shifted to the blue skies behind the groom. “Are you still asleep, Aisling? It’s morning. “Our families have arrived. Everyone’s waiting on you. Get here quickly.” The call ended, and I snapped awake. Judging by the family members caught in

He also smirks and nods, “Yes, Eliza. I’m yours.” She nods, and takes the ring. It’s a perfect fit, and she studies it on her hand. It’s a large round cut emerald, and the band looks like vines or branches, with four smaller emeralds as leaves. It’s smooth around her finger, and it matches perfectly with everything else. It looks perfect on her finger, and he smiles at her,

An actual ear-piercing, window-shaking, someone-might-call-the-police scream. I winced. “Jesus, Emilia—” “YOU’RE ENGAGED?!” She grabbed my hand, yanking it so close I was worried she might pop the diamond out of the setting. “Holy shit,” she breathed. “It’s perfect.” I smirked. “I know.” “When? Where? How?” I opened my mouth— Then stopped. Narrowed my eyes. Because something about the way she was studying the ring, the way she was nodding in approval, made me suspicious.

“I feel connected to this thing already. And I don’t know why.” Emir curled his eyebrows. “You feel connected with that ring?” Elena nodded and sighed. “Anything you know about this ring, please tell me.” The silence was taking over. Only the sound of waves swashed coming out. “I know that ring very well.” Finally Emir opened the conversation again. “I bought that ring from a jewelry manufacturer.” He paused to sigh. “As my engagement ring for Jane Dovey.” Elena gulped. Her eyes were gazing at the man who sitting on a long couch in front of her.

"Give me a hint" "We're almost there" I lift her hand to my mouth, hoping she can't see how nervous I am. Rico pulls the car outside the shop and I wait as Emiliana's gaze bounces from the mannequins on the window to my face then back. "Why are we here?" "Because I want you to pick a dress. We're getting married" "We are already married"