Whitney Houston Wedding Ring Novels & Stories

“If you’re ready, I’ll have the two of you hand me the bands. The ring has no beginning, no end…it represents the circle of life—the circle of love. May they be given and received to remind you of the vows you have made on this day.” I don’t want to, but I let go of one of Winnie’s hands long enough to slide my hand into the hidden pocket of my tuxedo. My fingers connect with the dainty wedding band I’d chosen for her while picking out her engagement ring. I’m so lost in making sure I don’t drop it that I miss that she’s let go of my other hand and is slipping a simple gold band off her thumb. I’d been holding her hand and hadn’t even noticed it there.

When she didn't see Shane, she let out a breath of relief. She threw me to the ground. "Where is he? Where is the man you brought here? Get him out! "I'll have my fiance deal with him." Her gaze fell on my bag. She dumped everything out. Inside was a pair of sapphire cufflinks. A gift I had prepared for my father for tonight's ceremony. Worth over a million. Whitney picked them up, glanced at them, then slammed them to the floor and crushed them under her heel. "Found your evidence. Seducing men, aren't you? Still want to deny it?

replied Rose. “No, you have to say ‘I do’,” ordered the officiant. “I do,” sighed Rose. “Do you, Mr Aguilar, take Miss Woolridge as your lawfully wedded wife?” asked the officiant. “I do,” he replied. “Please exchange the rings,” said the officiant. Emerson and Yvette came forward; they both had one ring each. Kingsley took the ring from Emerson, and Yvette handed the ring to Rose. The camera panned on the rings, and everyone present there awed in unison. It was a couple's ring. Both rings had a pink diamond in them. The diamonds looked like they were at least 3 carats and above. The men’s ring only had one pink diamond, but Rose’s ring had tiny white diamonds embedded around that big pink d

Things had gone haywire, nothing had been left behind of him. I glanced down at my wedding dress- different from the one I had chosen to marry Diego in. My jewelry, shoes...my wedding ring. He thought of everything and erased every single speck of my former fiance on me. I stared down at the rings on my finger- my engagement ring was a baby blue colored, heart cut and shaped, 2.5 Carat diamond with a rose-gold band that was equally surrounded by diamonds which was paired with an equally diamond encrusted-gold wedding band that shimmered under the bathroom lights.

Red said. That was all I needed. I was up and on my way to Colton pulling him to me. This girl nearly tripped when I pulled him away from her."Whitney I-I" Colton was saying."Who is this?" This girl asked hers eyes zooming in on me and boy really, she was pissed."I'm his wife." I held up my bad with the ring on it and saw here eyes get real wide."So this is what you do." She laughed getting closer looking up at Colton."You get married to little tramps like this bimbo blonde?" Whitney said. I felt my hatred build completely up for this girl in front of me.

Several small white diamonds surrounded a deep blue stone that caught the light. Back when I bought Wendy’s wedding ring, I chose the simplest design because I wanted her to wear it whenever she liked. At the same time, I wanted it to have a special touch. So, I had one of the white diamonds replaced with a blue one. Blue was Wendy’s lucky color. I had the rings custom-made. I held up my hand in front of him. “What a coincidence! We have the same ring.” His hand flinched. He instinctively covered the ring with his other hand.

“This is as real as it gets.” He runs a hand through his hair, looking more nervous than I’ve ever seen him. “So … will you, THE GIRL, do THIS GUY the honor of marrying him?” He holds out a ring. A dainty harlequin black Opal encircled by smaller Alexandrites — both our birthstones combined. My hand flies to my mouth as a wave of emotions crashes through me so hard my knees almost give out. The world blurs around the edges, and I vaguely realize someone behind me is holding me upright.

"You can pick out a similar design for your wedding ring. That way, we'll all be coordinated for the... arrangement." My throat tightened. The sheer audacity of it—to bring me along as a cover while he bought tokens of love for another woman. "Fine," I managed, turning to the cases. My eyes landed on the most ostentatiously expensive ring in the display—a massive princess-cut diamond on a platinum band encrusted with smaller diamonds. "I want that one." Raymond's eyes widened when the clerk returned and quoted the price. His jaw clenched, but with the clerk watching expectantly, he had no choice.

I whisper, "you're the only guy in my life. We are married now." "And you're the only girl," he states and I hold back an eye roll. "I know what you're thinking but I promise you that I will be faithful." Good because in eight months or so we'll be having a baby! "Um Leon," I start and start to mess with my new wedding ring. It's not as extravagant as my engagement ring but I love it. It's a braided band, one platinum and the other diamond, with a large square diamond in the center. Leon has a large platinum band for his.