One Tree Hill Brooke And Julian Wedding Novels & Stories

My organizational senses are tingling, but in a very panicked way. After a few agonizing minutes where the members were frantically texting each other in a side chat, Julian’s response finally came. Julian Thorne: Clarification: I am marrying Evelyn. My brother is marrying Hannah. We are having a joint ceremony. The four of us are in agreement. The chat exploded a second time, this time with pure, unfiltered joy and shock.

There was absolutely no mistaking it. Adrian didn't notice my silent heart attack. He smiled warmly, proudly turning to the crowd and then to me, gesturing toward the man beside him. "Sloane, darling," Adrian said, his voice full of genuine excitement. "I am so incredibly glad he made it back in time. I want to officially introduce you to my older brother, Aleck. He just got back into the country this morning after running our family's international shipping business overseas. Aleck, this is my beautiful bride, Sloane."

Brooke is really loud I thought but she was just the vibe I needed right now. “Oh my goodness, look at you!” she exclaimed. “You’re glowing! You look so good.” “You don’t look bad yourself,” I teased. “Come on, let’s go inside.” As we walked into the house, Brooke said, “I’m so glad you’ve finally recovered.” I went to the kitchen and returned with two glasses of cold orange juice. We settled on the couch and began to chat. “So, how are the wedding preparations going?” I asked. “It’s going great. We’re getting married in Las Vegas.”

Julianne's sprained ankle didn't delay the wedding. In front of Adrian, my parents said I was as willful as I'd been as a child and needed to be taught a lesson. So none of them gave me another thought. Adrian and Julianne exchanged vows before the priest. Mother was moved to tears. They had almost forgotten it was supposed to be my wedding. Three days after the ceremony, I still hadn't called Adrian. They planned a honeymoon. Julianne suggested taking me along because they were traveling so far.

Waves of laughter kept drifting out from the banquet hall. I set the dishes down at the corner table and looked up. Eleanor was standing beside the head table, holding Camille Sinclair's hand. "Since we're all celebrating today, I have happy news to share. Camille and Julian's wedding is set for Thanksgiving." The room broke into applause, and someone shouted for them to kiss. Camille rose on her toes and pressed a kiss to Julian's cheek. He didn't pull away — just stood there with a faint smile. I stood in the corner. Not once did he look my way.

Just the sound of water lapping against the shore and the breeze rustling through the trees. *** Julian cleared his throat, opening the leather folder. “We are gathered here today to witness the legal and personal union of Dominic Vale and Theo Maren.” I kept my eyes on Dominic the entire time. The sun caught the sharp angles of his jaw, highlighting the faint flush on his cheeks. Under my light grey vest, my second trimester curve was barely visible, but through our mating bond, the quiet pulse of our second child hummed steady against my chest. “Dominic,” Julian said, turning the page. “Your vows.”

Her father had died in a car accident with her little sister, Tiffany so Ryan had to take her father's place. The walk down the aisle seemed never ending for Brooke. She counted the steps she needed to take to reach her soon-to-be husband. As they reached the groom, Ryan took both their hands and put them together. Brian couldn't help but stare at Brooke. She looked mesmerizing and glowing in that white dress. Although everything about her look was simple, it still managed to take his breath away like everyday. Brooke never thought that she'd end up marrying Brian. And now it felt as if all this time that they had waited for each other was worth it. Their relationship was worth it.

One year later. Julian and I held a small, private wedding in Iceland. Only three people sat in the pews: The Cleaner, who had erased my identity; the old doctor who helped me nurse my health back; and my neighbor from the shop next door. Julian stood at the altar. He had traded the dark grey coats he usually wore for a sharp, jet-black suit. "The Cleaner brought news from New York," Julian said in a low voice. He had no intention of keeping secrets from me, not even during the ceremony.

Then we round the next corner, and I hear it almost immediately—Ravel's Bolero—a special piece for me and Julian. A choked gasp escapes me. NO WAY! I was mind-blown. The red oak tree had been adorned and transformed into a stage, with Julian and an officiating officer in the middle. The small crowd of people dear to my heart are also present. Julian planned a surprise wedding for me? I can't believe I didn't know about this! Oh my god! I swear his eyes reddened upon seeing me. I look to the side and see Arthur and his wife waving at me, my mother-in-law bawling her eyes out, Betty too, though she was being comforted by her man.

Julian seemed to feel he owed me something, so he added quite a few extra items to the wedding arrangements. After the engagement banquet ended in the afternoon and we were finally alone, he assured me again and again that the wedding would be grand and would not disappoint me. I looked at the endless list of gifts and felt a slight headache coming on. "Mr. Brooks, after the wedding, I'll be moving into the Brooks residence. There's nowhere to put all of this. "On the wedding day, maybe we shouldn't add anything more. It's better to keep things simple." Julian poured me a cup of coffee and let out a helpless laugh.