Whitney Houston Wedding Ring Novels & Stories

Nothing. My ring sparkled back at me, the six-carat diamond and matching diamond wedding band proof that I was married to the hottest guy on the planet. We’d gotten married in my parents’ back yard, and Kim and Emily had outdone themselves. I’d chosen an off-white Vera Wang gown that hugged every curve perfectly and made me feel like a princess. Austin had worn an Armani tux that had literally been made for him, while Mack stood as his best man and Kim stood as my maid of honor.

Diana ushered him into the house, and the three of them started to discuss wedding plans. It was Whitney's second marriage, and she was not interested in turning it into a grand wedding. She wanted to keep a low profile and have a honeymoon wedding instead to spend more alone time with Lucas, but Lucas wanted to give Whitney the best of everything, and he insisted on a big wedding celebration. "The betrothal gifts include a hundred million dollars, four houses and cars, 12 sets of gold jewelry, and three sets of diamond jewelry. Are there any further requests from you, Mom?"

With a nod, she let me pass while we made our way in, with fingers dancing through papers, and when we were done signing, I couldn't help but let it out in a breath. "Hubby," I spelled out when he pulled out a 5-carat pink cushion diamond, which had both of our names etched on its band, before slipping it onto my fourth finger. "Wifey," he grinned, closing his lips over mine in a hot, searing kiss. I grinned, accepting his ring as I did the same to his finger when his eyes softened at me. We were lost in each other's gaze because we were the only ones in our world, the ones perfect for each other.

Wharton for me. Anna waved her hand and watched Kristen Oliver board the plane before leaving. Country d When Kristen Oliver met Ethan Wharton, she took a necklace with a ring from her bag and put it around Ethan Wharton's neck. 'I've already made the marriage proposal ring, and it's made of gems in our watches. Your boyfriend is really dereliction of duty. Don't get up quickly. I have got the position of the queen. Now, I just need the position of Mrs. Huo, my Mr. Huo. '

The deliberate sound of people working very hard at not looking at me. I stood exactly where I was…. Her rings were still on the floor. Two small things. Platinum and diamond, custom-designed, obscenely expensive. I'd handed them to her in a church full of people who were really there to celebrate a merger and called it a wedding. She'd worn them every day for eight years without complaint.

In her palm lay a simple ring. "Sir, I found this while clearing the trash. I thought it might be valuable… Maybe Miss Hudson threw it away by mistake." Another servant followed, carrying a bundle of white fabric. "Sir, this was left behind in the house. It looks like a wedding dress. There's a gemstone in the center, so I didn't dare dispose of it." Grayson reached out with a trembling hand and picked up the ring. With his other hand, he brushed his fingers over the gemstone embedded in the dress—the pink diamond engraved with "V&G Forever."

Her hand felt small and warm against my palm. She handed her bouquet to Ananya. The priest began the vows. The words blurred together until the question came. “Do you, Tristan Castillo, take Natasha Whitmore to be your lawfully wedded wife? To love her, honor her, and stand beside her through all that life may bring?” I didn’t hesitate, even though it was temporary. “I do.” I slipped the ring Daniel had passed to me onto her finger—simple and elegant, with a single diamond that caught the light.

The ring is a 35-carat diamond princess cut surrounded by small rubies with his initial and mine that connect both to the platinum band. “I thought you won’t notice them. My pleasure, Abby, but it’s yours whatever happens between us. That’s yours. It’s designed for your birthstone.” “How did you know my birthstone?” “Of course, I know your birthday. I have to know a little about my future wife. We got the license, and we’re getting married on Monday.”

The wedding ring. When Sierra married John, he had a custom ring made for her at great expense. He spent millions to win the one-of-a-kind pink diamond for her during an auction. Her friends and family were all happy for her at the time, and even Holly was envious. People were still talking about what happened to that diamond. Sierra glanced down at her left ring finger, seeing the wedding ring she had never paid much attention to before. After thinking it over, she finally decided to sell it.

"Kevah Leonora Pierce will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?" "Yes, yes I will." He slips the ring on my finger. It is a little tight. "I will get it sized tomorrow." "Yes, please do," I say as I take it from him and examine the ring. It is platinum with pink diamonds and a few delicate designs. The same crest is on it too that I saw on the box. "What's this symbol mean?"