Novel & Cerita Whitney Houston Wedding Ring

Daevon held my hand with warmth as we slowly made our way towards the mayor, waiting for us. The old man smiled at the both of us as he now started the small wedding ceremony. As I was left in oblivion, gazing upon my soon to be husband, I couldn’t help but still be left in awe. The way he prepared everything by himself and all of these happening at once, I don’t feel any regrets at all as I now wore the wedding ring he gave me. I am now labeled as Mrs. Castanio. I stretched out my hand where the ring was resting onto. It has a freaking huge diamond at the middle, molded into a hello kitty.

“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?

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.

He was nervous, something he had been trying to hide from me this entire time, but I could see it in his eyes even if he blocked his feellings from me. "Olivia, you are my mate, my Luna, the love of my life, but would you please do me the honor of also being my wife?" The box he was holding opened slowly to reveal a ring that was more than I had ever encountered before. A moonstone sitting on a white gold band with two smaller diamonds on either side of the stone. It was gorgeous. My knees buckled under me as I dropped down onto the in front of him, he caught me so I didn't get hurt. His eyes locked into mine when I smiled at him.

He then draped his arm over my shoulder and held my free hand in his. Our wedding bands looked natural together. His was a simple silver band with my initials carved in. My ring wasn't super big and blingy, but it still meant the world to me.It had a silver band with his initials carved in, a few diamonds on each side leading up to the main stone.It wasn't huge but it was big enough. It was circle and glimmered in the light. My engagment ring was a small band covered in small white jewels.

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.

He kissed me then, slow, deep, lazy. The wedding had been small. Intimate. Sunset on a private stretch of beach. Tiana sobbing louder than the waves. Grayson officiating with that perfect, dry composure of his. I wore white lace, delicate, almost sheer in the right light, no veil to hide my face. Niklaus wore black linen, sleeves rolled to his forearms, top buttons undone so I could see the pulse at the base of his throat. When he slid the ring onto my finger, platinum band with one flawless black diamond, he leaned in and whispered “mine forever” so only I could hear. I whispered it right back against his mouth.