Hearts Bridal 소설 & 이야기

Vincent can feel and hear every tick of the wristwatch he has embracing his wrist that seems to be in synch with the loud beating of his heart as he stands at the left wing of the altar that is decorated with fresh pink and white tulips as he waits for his bride to walk the aisle.

“I didn’t want you to feel like you had to choose between this and your princess necklace. So I got you a bracelet instead.” Opening the box, he removed a silver slip bracelet with a heart in the center. One half of the heart looked like an angel’s wing and the other was smooth with Forever in my heart engraved on it. JD flipped the heart open, with it opening down the middle on hinges on the sides. Inside it was a small picture of Mary with a giant smile.

It is intended to fend against negative karma. A bride's Surya Nadi and innate energies are activated when she wears the Mangala Sutra. According to others, it signals the brain to produce these hormones, draws positive energy from the earth, and circulates it through the bride’s body, making her energized. The Anahat Chakra, or Heart Chakra, of the bridal is situated in the center of the vertebrae, near to the heart. The bride’s neck being enveloped in the Thali, which represents the marital bond, is the most significant aspect of a Hindu ceremony.

I blush and gave them a sheepish smile, not trusting myself to reply. Once we have chosen our shoes and bags, we carefully make our way downstairs in our heels. I reach the empty dining room before the others and notice several boxes of jewelry waiting on the table. Curious, I open each one . The first holds a beautiful diamond tiara. Brandon’s name is on the card, of course with the inscription: For my Queen. My cheeks warm up instantly as I place it gently on my head careful not to mess up the stylists hard work . The second box contains a diamond set from Desmond. His card reads : An exquisite set for the owner of my heart .

ASHLEY'S POV "Let's get this over with." Those were the longest words I heard him say ever since his entrance to the room. His hoarse voice which held no sign of emotion rumbled like a distant thunder in the large sitting room that was now occupied by his mother, Jane Jordan - the heiress of Jordan Jewelleries, the dark haired judge who sat by an oak table that had been placed in the center of the room for this purpose, Mother, and I , the I-know-nothing-about-this bride dressed in a knee-length lavender gown and silver stiletto heels, nothing befitting for a bride on her big day.

Elena adjusted her mask, the satin cool against her skin as she scanned the glittering ballroom. Laughter and music mingled with the scent of champagne and perfume, creating an intoxicating atmosphere. If her mother could see her now—dressed to the nines among the city’s elite—she’d have a heart attack. But here she was, every inch the socialite, even while she plotted her next heist. From the balcony of the private viewing room, Elena took in the sea of masked faces that were in attendance. The Gilded Circle Club was ablaze with anonymity, each attendee hiding behind sequins and feathers.

My mind blanked. No. It couldn’t be. Could it? Was he... planning to propose? My heart leapt into my throat, fluttering so hard I thought it might stop. I felt dizzy. “It could be a necklace,” I said quickly, trying to downplay it. “Or earrings... or something.” Clara narrowed her eyes. “Girl, I know what I heard. That man’s in love, and he’s about to lock you down.” I'm telling you he is about to propose to you on that little romantic trip of yours. You’re about to get swept off your feet!”

I sighed, "yeah Love... maybe she does.. let's get dressed before I arrive late at my wedding." .. The place looked breathtaking. Paris knew what she wanted and this was beautiful. The theme was pure white and gold, crystal Tiffany chairs and white roses with a dash of pink .... it looked fucken beautiful. Guests were already pilling up. The media too. I watched as my family sat down and Tigar walked to me. "Here's the beautiful... umh not to be rude but are you still called a bride in a tux?" I rolled my eyes and showed him my middle finger, "you really suck you know... last time I checked I was a woman big brother."

My pulse raced, and I could feel the mark on my skin flaring again, its heat building with each passing second. “You see, Elena,” Corwin said softly, his tone almost mocking, “you are the key. You always have been. You’re the one who will either unite the packs under my rule… or destroy them. The Heartstone belongs to me, and I’ll do whatever it takes to claim what’s rightfully mine.” I swallowed, my throat dry as I fought to keep my composure. “I won’t let you control me,” I said, my voice stronger than I felt. Corwin smiled. “Oh, but you don’t have a choice, dear. Not anymore.”