Hello readers, Will this promise stay?
Michael's pov - The announcement is final. Everyone leaves along with Abigail. I return to my room. Jack comes to me. Then I realized, I didn't have a sitting conversation with him about my decision to marry Abigail. I indicated to him to sit down. He follows my will. As I settle down with Jack, a mixture of anticipation and nervousness fills the air between us. This conversation holds weight, and I know that Jack's opinion carries great importance to me. Taking a deep breath, I gather my thoughts, ready to discuss my decision to marry Abigail. "Jack, I've reached a firm decision," I assert, my voice laced with determination. "I want to marry Abigail. She's an extraordinary woman, and I simply cannot fathom my life without her." A wide smile spreads across Jack's face, his eyes shining with genuine happiness. "Michael, that's incredible news! I've witnessed firsthand how much Abigail means to you, and I genuinely believe she's the perfect match for you. However," he pauses, a flick
Ema's pov- I watch as Michael strides towards Abigail, determination etched in every line of his face. His eyes are solely focused on her, oblivious to the world around him. And I, Ema, am left standing there, shattered into a thousand pieces. It's as if someone has taken a hammer to my heart, breaking it into fragments that can never be put back together. My eyes welled up with tears, but I quickly wiped them away, refusing to let anyone see my vulnerability. How could this happen? How could Abigail win him over without even realizing the game she was playing? All those dreams I had of Michael, all those sleepless nights spent imagining a life with him, they're nothing but ashes now. Jealousy courses through my veins like a venomous poison, consuming me from within. I've been by Michael's side for years, a constant presence in his life. We shared laughter, tears, and secrets. We were friends, confidantes, and I thought, just maybe, something more could blossom between us. But now,
[The day before the wedding] Michael's pov - Jack is a savior. He helped me to arrange the date with Abigail I wished for the day before our wedding. As I stand on the glass-walled floor of one of the tallest buildings in New York City, my heart flutters with anticipation. Everything has been meticulously arranged for this special evening, a date unlike any we've ever had before. The room is adorned with an ethereal elegance, with delicate white accents contrasting against the vibrant red of countless roses that fill the space. The air is infused with their sweet fragrance, intertwining with the anticipation that fills the room. I take a moment to admire the scene before me, the attention to detail evident in every corner. The glass-walled floor is transformed into a breathtaking haven of romance, with contrasting hues of white and red creating an ethereal ambiance. The translucent floor, adorned with delicate white petals, adds a whimsical touch as if walking on a carpet of dreams
Abigail's pov - As I get ready for the date that Michael asked for, a flurry of excitement and anticipation fills the air around me. Jack, my ever-reliable friend, is here to accompany me, ensuring that I reach the designated spot safely. The doorbell rings, and I eagerly rush to open it, finding Jack standing there with a bright smile. "Ready for your big night, Abigail?" he asks, his eyes reflecting the shared excitement. I nod, my heart beating rapidly. "I can't believe this is happening. Thank you for being here, Jack. Your support means the world to me." He grins. "No need to thank me, Abby. You deserve all the happiness in the world. Now, let's make this night unforgettable." With his encouraging words, I feel a surge of confidence washes over me. I slip into the red gown that Michael sent, admiring its elegant design and the way it accentuates my figure. Every detail has been carefully thought out, and I can't help but feel a surge of gratitude for Michael's thoughtfulness.
[wedding day] Michael's pov - I stand in the grand convention hall, my heart pulsating with anticipation and nervous excitement. The hall is adorned with exquisite decorations, a sight that rivals the most enchanting dreams. The walls, elegantly dressed in delicate lace drapes, create a soft, ethereal ambiance. The staircase, adorned with cascades of white lilies and lavender, leads to a place where vows will be exchanged and destinies entwined. I take a moment to absorb the grandeur of it all, marveling at the meticulous attention to detail. Each flower, each ornate piece of décor, is like a brushstroke on a canvas, painting a picture of love and celebration. The hall seems to hold its breath, awaiting the arrival of the most beautiful girl I have ever known—Abigail. Thoughts of Tuberose, the elusive figure of my dreams, drift briefly through my mind, like whispers of a forgotten melody. She remains a mirage, a fragment of a longing that could never be fulfilled. But today, I cast
Abigail's pov - I stand before the mirror, taking in my reflection. The wedding gown I'm wearing drapes elegantly around me, the intricate lace and delicate beadwork adding a touch of ethereal beauty. My heart flutters with anticipation, wondering if Michael will love the way I look. After all, I want to be the best version of myself for him. He deserves nothing less than perfection. A gentle knock on the door interrupts my thoughts, and I turn to see Michael's father, Mr. Pattinson, entering the room with a warm smile. His presence instantly fills the space with a sense of love and familiarity. He takes a moment to appreciate my appearance, and I can't help but blush at his kind words. "Abigail, you look absolutely stunning," he says, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "You are the second most beautiful bride I've ever seen." Curiosity piques within me, and I can't resist asking, "Oh, who is the first one?" Mr. Pattinson winks mischievously, his eyes twinkling with mirth.
Abigail's pov - As the function comes to a close, congratulations pour in from all directions. The room is filled with an overwhelming sense of happiness and joy. Smiling faces surround us, their well wishes echoing in the air. It's a moment I've dreamt of, a celebration of the love that Michael and I have found. Once the final applause subsides, Michael's father approaches us, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. He takes Michael and me aside, and I can't help but widen my eyes with surprise. What could he possibly want to talk to us about now? "Dad, what's going on?" I ask, unable to contain my curiosity. A warm smile graces his lips as he responds, "My dear, I have a surprise for you. You and Michael are leaving for your first night together." I can hardly believe my ears. First night? It takes a moment for the realization to sink in, and then a surge of excitement courses through me. "Where are we going?" I inquire, my voice filled with anticipation. Dad's eyes twinkle with amu
Abigail's pov - As the blindfold tightened around my eyes, a mixture of excitement and anticipation surged through me. Michael's warm hand clasped mine, guiding me forward into the unknown. With each step, I felt an indescribable sense of trust and love. Finally, the moment arrived. Michael's voice, tinged with anticipation, whispered, "Okay, Abigail, we're here." The blindfold was gently lifted, and I opened my eyes to a sight that left me breathless. Before me lay a scene straight out of a fairytale. The moonlit beach stretched out in front of us, shimmering with silver reflections as gentle waves lapping at the shore. A canopy of twinkling fairy lights spanned above, creating a mesmerizing ceiling of stars. Soft, billowing drapes were suspended from elegant poles, swaying gently in the ocean breeze, creating a magical ambiance. As I took in the surroundings, my eyes were drawn to the table set for two. It was a masterpiece of elegance and romance. Fine china, delicate crystal gl