Novel & Cerita Lucas Tomlinson Wedding

After the news of Justin's critical illness came out that day, Jessica knew that Susie and Lucas' wedding was not far away. Sure enough, not long after that day, news spread in LA that Susie and Lucas were getting married, and the wedding date was said to be tentatively set in April. When Jessica heard the news, she and Terry were just having dinner outside, and two women at the next table were talking about Susie and Lucas. "Unexpectedly, Mrs. Thomas turned out to be this sudden emergence of Susie."

“Have you found if I have a godson or goddaughter?” “Nope, we wanted it to be a surprise.” I nod at her decision. After, we start our orders and continue our regular chit-chat. Once we have finished, I looked at Mitch and Als. “Luc’s shooting is ending today. The entire crew is having a party in two days, and Luc wanted me to be there with him. He is going to announce our marriage at the party. And a press meet is arranged for the next day. I am leaving today evening.”

I muttered, looking at a tremendous eye-catching floral installation suspended overhead on the spacious dancefloor. Everyone was interacting, dancing, and drinking champagne. I had a perfect wedding, the one I dreamed I'd have, and Mom wanted for me. A lot of people were coming to congratulate us, including Richard Tarion who was now engaged to a lovely woman. Lucas came to us with a frown, " I'm tired, we'll leave now," he said, frowning. I grabbed his hand suddenly when I caught a scent of liquor. " Is that smoke and booze I smell on you, Lucas, are you smoking and drinking?" I asked sternly.

"Yes." Lucas kissed me, lips crashing on mine, all strength in them. He stepped back, brow to brow. "I don't want to wait." I breathed in on a laugh cut off. "Me neither." His eyes flashed black, his eyes some other thing, something I sensed deep inside of me. "Then marry me." I was so stunned that I could do nothing but cling to myself. Lucas called some friends, owed some favors, and organized a small wedding on an isolated beach on the edge of town a few days later. I proceeded down the aisle as the sun dipped below the horizon, the sky set aflame with pink and gold stripes.

On our wedding night, Lucas took a phone call and left, leaving me alone. I thought that he would at least show up the next day so we could return to my hometown together for my family gathering. However, instead of the groom himself, all I got was a cold, emotionless message casually asking me to postpone the banquet. He claimed his teacher was seriously ill, and he could not wait to go through the IVF with his junior, Rachel, all to fulfill his teacher’s dream of having three generations under one roof.

Now not only was Luna sighing mischievously, but Lucas was also growling happily as if he had forgotten the world. This all happened thirty minutes ago. Where Lucas had just brought Emma, ​​his future wife, home after seeing the decorations of the building where they were getting married tomorrow morning. Yes, tomorrow morning. Nothing wrong with that. Emma Robbie, the sweet girl he's been dating for the past year and a half. Her gentle, cheerful and obedient nature made Lucas determined to make her a wife. Exactly five months ago, he also proposed to Emma, and won't waste much time, Lucas immediately prepared everything about their wedding. Starting from the dress, catering, etc.

Lucas gently cupped my face. His kiss was light, soft, full of promise. The church erupted in applause. Flashes popped everywhere. Reporters clicked their shutters like crazy. "Congratulations!" "So beautiful!" "We wish you a lifetime of happiness!" The cheers surrounded us. Late night. A penthouse on the Upper East Side of Manhattan. The floor-to-ceiling windows looked out over all of New York, a river of glittering lights. Lucas gently removed my veil. His movements were slow, careful, as if he were handling a priceless piece of art.

My new husband - Lucas didn't even cross-check the signed contract before tossing it into some kind of sleek, personalized folder and standing up from his seat - unfazed,crisp and relaxed like everything was going according to his great plan. “Alright Lucia, let's be on our way to Hope general,” he said. I blinked at him. Surprised. “Umm.. together? Now?” “Yes, together Lucia and plus Sophia needs to be readied for the transfer ASAP,” he said, glancing at his Rolex. “My Porsche’s waiting for us and the new hospital and their doctors are waiting to have her.” Porsche? New hospital and doctors? It all seemed like a dream. Not like the nightmare I'd been living these few days.

Tyler said to her, "It's alright. I'll do it by myself." Tyler held my hand and took me somewhere in the house. When he stopped, I looked around the house. We were in the centre of the people. Tyler clinked the glasses together grabbing everyone's attention as he stood up in a grandiose manner, his smile wide as the stars, "Can i get everyone's attention here for a minute," he paused to let out a dramatic chuckle, "as you can see, the woman beside me is Lucinda Jones, my wife." he held my hand as he was talking, "Since i was too busy to invite you to my wedding, I've decided it would be great if we could have everyone here tonight. So please join us for a toast!"

Lucas settled me down on a red beautifully decorated chair, then he stepped out to get the microphone. “I really don't know what to or how to say what I'm about to say to you Tracy. I know that you are quite surprised and curious about what is happening here today. It's time for me to answer all of your questions but before I answer yours, I would be the happiest man on earth if you answer mine in a positive way first”. He paused and took a deep breath before he slowly knelt on one knee. He held a small velvet box in his hand. “Tracy, we have been through so much together and I can't imagine my life without you. Will you do me the honor of being my wife?”. Lucas' voice cracked as he opened t