One Tree Hill Brooke And Julian Wedding นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.”

I say, craning my neck to look up at him. “My Luna,” he adds, leaning down to press his forehead to mine. “My everything.” “Ugh, you guys are so cute,” Brooke sighs from her perch on Theo’s lap. “You want me to make you my wife as well as my Luna?” Theo asks, hooking his chin over Brooke’s shoulder and gazing at her intently. “Cause I’ll marry the shit outta you, Brooke Eastwick. Just say the word.” Brooke laughs, elbowing Theo in the ribs as her twin sister, Fallon, rolls her eyes from her place at the bar beside them, leaning back into her mate, Gray. He places a hand over her belly protectively- which has grown considerably since the last time I saw her.

"Wait for me, I'm getting my passport and rushing over." "Is the wedding over?" "Mm." "Nothing happened?" Julian kept quiet about the phone call. Before all the guests had dispersed, he sought out grandpa. A single glance, and the old man understood his meaning. Just as grandpa was about to scold him, Stacey, the bride-to-be, approached. "Great-grandpa, just let Julian go. I'm also very concerned about Miss Brooks's safety." "If it weren't for Stacey, I wouldn't let you, you scoundrel."

Sadly, she glances down at the meal before her to hide her tears. " To date, Our wedding day is the best day of my life ", Asher whispers, stunning her. " Not the day I bought this house, not the day I opened the Ashju facility. Not even the day I found a cure for my first project. It is the day I am called Julian's husband. The day we took our vows. The day you take my name " He swallowed hard as Julian looked up to him, the tears trailing out.

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.

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.

Julian sighed heavily from where he stood in the middle of a Christmas tree lot, hands shoved into his coat pockets,snow drifted around us in lazy white spirals the city glowed with holiday lights And somehow we were arguing over a tree while Sofia sat bundled in her stroller looking extremely pleased with herself and yet again I was winning in this teeny tiny argument obviously Julian knew it too. “You realize,” he said, “that tree is twice the size of our apartment.” “It's festive.”I said “It’s enormous.” He added “Festively enormous.” I agreed His expression suggested he was reconsidering every life choice that had led him here and that made me smile sweetly. Five minutes later we bought

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.