Harold Washington Library Chicago Wedding นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Hargrove still couldn't stop himself from flinching as if he was the one being knocked around. Reese, apparently, couldn’t use his usual jeweller since we weren’t in Chicago, and neither of us had wanted to wait until we got back there to do any of this, because we had decided that the wedding itself would happen here, in this city, in this space that still felt temporary to me. The realization sat quietly at the back of my mind, persistent and impossible to ignore, that I had left Chicago as a single woman and would be returning as someone’s wife, the shift so significant and yet so sudden that I still hadn’t fully processed what it meant.

She tried to pull her hands away, but Hiro held on so tightly. "Don't you realize that today is our wedding day? Even though my name is printed on the front, the guests are waiting." Hiro adjusts his position at Carly's side, taking Carly's fingers to hold his arm. Speechless. Carly just followed Hiro's footsteps; she was too confused to digest everything this man was saying to her. The ballroom doors opened for her and Hiro, and the strains of the piano accompanied them. Both Carly's eyes caught a wedding sign that read Happy Wedding, Charlotte Matthews, and Hiro Jameson!

He has never left me before. Harold didn't even read the room or notice Tae's dark mood. He turned back to Tae with delight. "Now that he's gone, Senior Commander, when should we start with the wedding preparations? Or better yet," he asked as an idea popped into his head, "when do we announce their wedding to the media?" Tae, whose heart was still in pain from losing his oldest friend just moments ago, glared at Harold. "And who said anything about a wedding?"

It would be nothing like the farm, but for Harper, it would be worth it. I give myself a mental shake. If I don’t go to that wedding, I will never hear the end of it and I need Harper to be my shield. So, no cloth napkins for us,, not tonight, at least. Still, it’s hard to focus on going back out to the church in Vermillion and later dancing at The Wexford at the Emerald Greens Golf Course. Dancing. I feel the warmth of Harper’s hand through my light jacket, and I’m glad I’m not wearing a tie, just a nice white shirt. If I had been wearing a tie, I wouldn’t be able to breathe. She smells like lilacs.

Harvey thanked the server and carried the flowers to Liberty’s office. Liberty was reviewing the wedding menu as Serenity’s maid-of-honor. Once she was sure everything was in order, she closed the file. She lifted her head when Harvey knocked and entered her office. Looking at Harvey’s face now, she found it hard to believe that the man was the scary drunkard. The man looked handsome after tidying himself up. Of course, he was not in the same league as Zachary and Josh. “Hello, Ms. Hunt. I’m Harvey Gray. We met before in East Hill Apartments,” Harvey introduced himself.

Wendy stopped in her tracks. Harry's voice turned sharp. "Wendy, don't act like we owe you anything. Three years ago, when Stanley and Jessica were Hovendale's golden couple, everyone thought they'd get married. But then Stanley got into a car accident and went into a coma. That's the only reason we had you marry him instead."

Glass shattered and caught the light on its way down, glittering like the fireworks Mom used to take me to see when I was little. "The deal's off. Harrington Corp is done with the Bennett Group. Permanently." I was completely, irrevocably gone. From that day on, everyone in Chicago knew — the Harrington heir had someone he'd burn the world down for. The day we were old enough, he dragged me to city hall and we got our marriage license. But after the wedding, the doctors told me that the years of overwork had likely left me unable to have children. The day the results came in, he held me and his voice broke.

"You too. Wish you happiness, Charles, dear." “In the name of God, I, Harry Handerson, take you, Emma Garcia, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until we are parted by death. This is my solemn vow.” In the midst of a lavishly decorated aisle with white roses, hundreds of eyes were directed towards the groom and bride next to the priest. Harry's deep voice echoed throughout the hall, creating a warmer atmosphere.

The following day, the city of Houston came to a halt for the magnificent wedding of Charlie Sr. and Chloe. The airport was bustling with numerous visitors who had flown in from out of town, and the traffic was heavily congested. Charlie and Chloe were the talk of the town, with many people searching for information about them online. Charlie Sr. stood in front of the mirror, his charcoal-dark face reflecting the weight of his emotions. Stones attempted to lighten the mood by commenting from behind, "Chairman Charlie, don't be too down. You can always get a divorce after the marriage."

His ears trembled slightly, and there was a tremor in his voice. "Harper, what are you talking about?" "Didn't we make an appointment? You were to attend the covenant ceremony between Emma and me today, send us blessings, and then wait for me to marry you in a year. How can you marry someone else?" I looked at him coldly, and my tone was very firm. "Jonah, I'm not kidding. I'm going to marry Alpha William today." Jonah panicked and his tone became weak. "Harper, are you still angry with me? Are you doing this this deliberately?"