˚ ༘♡ ·˚꒰ The Wedding ꒱ ₊˚ˑ༄
Play Part ll (On the Run) Beyoncè, Jayz🎵
Author's Pov
Love. Love is like an endless canvas, painted with the vibrant colors of our deepest emotions. It's the invisible thread that connects us, the warmth that defies the coldness of solitude. It's both the quiet moments shared in a glance and the roaring passion of a heart's declaration. Love is patient, kind, and without envy.
Love is the support we give without expecting anything in return. It's the sacrifices that we make, and the compromises that weave two lives together. Love is in the laughter that fills the entire room, the tears that are wiped away in comfort, and the silent understanding between souls.
Love is the foundation of every story worth telling, the melody in the song of life, and the dance that continues even when the music stops. It's very complex yet simple, a universal language that everyone feels but interprets differently. Love is the greatest adventure, an ongoing journey of learning, growing, and embracing the full spectrum of what it means to truly live and connect with another.
Love is Jorja and Ebony.
Just a few years back, Jorja Marie found herself isolated, her social skills threadbare, with only her pet cat, Penelope, as her confidant. The fear of rejection overshadowed her every attempt to connect, leaving her longing not just for companionship, but for acceptance and validation.
It was Ebony who stepped into this void, bestowing upon Jorja not only the love and acceptance she yearned for but also a sense of belonging that transcended her deepest cravings. Ebony's presence marked the beginning of an unexpected journey—a path toward self-discovery and the realization that she was worthy of more than she had ever imagined.
Ebony was once a young woman, enraptured by the belief that she had found her forever love—a man with whom she envisioned a shared future. Yet, with each passing day, she found herself haunted by the shadow of the very man she had mistakenly given her heart to.
Ebony refused to see herself as a mere victim of domestic abuse; she chose instead to identify as a survivor, a resilient soul who had overcome the storm and emerged with a fierce determination to reclaim her story.
Jorja Marie became the architect of the transformation in Ebony's life, reshaping her perspective of life, infusing positivity into her mindset, and altering the way she looked at existence itself. With each sunrise, Jorja's essence captivated Ebony's senses—her presence comforting in both sight and thought. Ebony found herself breathing in sync with Jorja, evidence of their harmonious connection.
Should a story be composed about Ebony and Jorja, they themselves would be each others narrators of their mutual tale. They were the remedy to each other's tribulations, consistently elevating one another without ever instigating a downfall. Their affection was one of one, the strongest army soldiers in the world couldn't shatter the barrier they created to safeguard their love from the evil of the world.
They vowed to one another that their love transcended the mere symbolism of a ring. To them, the bond they shared was not a commodity to be purchased, but a connection that stretched beyond the material realm. Although neither woman had envisioned marriage in their future, destiny had crafted a different narrative, one they admired.
Advice from A//, Jorja and Ebony to you imparts that regardless of life's challenging trials, perseverance is key. Even when the life you yearn for feels unattainable, do not let despair bury your aspirations further beneath the earth. Stretch your thoughts to their utmost expanses and venture beyond society boundaries. Place no restrictions upon your potential.
If Ebony and Jorja could do it, you could too.
In the event that you find yourself entrenched in life's most deepest holes, hold onto the hope that life's tide can shift as unexpectedly for the better as it once did for what appeared as the worse. Jorja and Ebony were faced with an endless horizon of growth, and they embraced that journey wholeheartedly. Their greatest asset was in their shared growth, supporting one another through the rollercoaster of life's fortunes.
Ebony arched her neck towards the heavens, her movements confined to a restless pacing back and forth within the walls of the dressing room. Each breath was a mingling of anticipation and anxiety, filling her to the brim as she awaited the defining knock upon the door—the confirmation that it were time for her to walk down that aisle.
Clutching her fan, Ebony's panicked movements came to a sudden halt, her heart plummeting to the pits of her stomach. As she turned, the door creaked open, unveiling Mariah, her chosen escort. Mariah, the one who had weathered every storm alongside Ebony since their high school days, stood there in the door admiring the view of her beautiful, soon to be married best friend.
"I-Is it time?" Ebony nervously asked.
With a soft giggle, Mariah dismissed the question with a shake of her head, quietly shutting the door behind her. She approached Ebony, guiding her to the nearest seat—a silent bid to soothe her frayed nerves. Mariah, ever the perceptive friend, knew Ebony's inner nerves would be at its peak. Unwrapping a straw, she gently placed it into a water bottle and held it to Ebony's lips, ensuring a careful sip that wouldn't risk the perfection of her lipstick.
A serene hush enveloped the room, the weight of the impending day settling over them like a soft blanket. Mariah's smile bloomed with nostalgia as she broke the quiet, "Do you remember that day when we both attempted to skip class for the first time ever and we barely made it out of the door before the campus police escorted us back inside?" The memory danced in her eyes, a shared moment from their treasure of high school.
"Of course I remember! How could I forget when you were the one who got us caught with your big mouth?" Ebony groaned, feeling a mix of embarrassment and amusement. She playfully nudged Mariah's side, relishing in the shared memory.
"When I see a fine ass man, I'm going to tell it as it is." Mariah's shrugged, a gesture that made Ebony scoff and shake her head at her friend's directness. The lack of filter was what Ebony cherished most about Mariah—her unapologetic, free-spirited nature.
"You're something else"
Just as Ebony was about to speak again, a stern knock sounded at the door. Ebony's gaze lifted to Mariah, who offered a nod, a silent accord that it was time to make their entrance. Mariah extended her hand, her smile a beacon of support, "You ready?" she asked. Ebony drew in a deep breath, nodding her head as she felt more prepared this time around.
"Ready!"
Approaching the grand double doors, the man clad in a sharp tuxedo reached out, his hands grasping the double handles to draw back the barriers, unveiling the resplendent church adorned within. The melodious strains of Beyoncé's "Dangerously in Love" resonated powerfully throughout the space, as Ebony's arms intertwined with Mariah's as they began walking down the aisle.
"Baby I love you, you are my life
My happiest moments weren't complete if you weren't by my side.
You're my relation and connection to the sun. You next to me, there's no darkness I can't overcome. You are my raindrops, I am the sea. You and God who's my sunlight, I'm blooming, grown so beautifully. Baby I'm so proud, proud to be your girl. You make the confusion go all away from this cold and misty world"
Jorja stood stuck, the world around her fading to a blur as Ebony stepped into view. Her breath caught at the sight of Ebony, gorgeous and glowing, her presence commanding the room like a gentle but undeniable force. The air seemed to thrum with the love and promise that swirled around them, a current that connected Jorja to the woman she adored with every measured step she took down the aisle.
The gown, a masterpiece of fabric and lace, cascaded down the aisle, the veil flowing like a river over the church's gorgeous flooring. Yet, these items failed in comparison to Ebony herself, a vision of beauty that commanded every gaze. The gentle smile gracing Ebony's lips radiated a warmth that gripped Jorja's heart.
Jorja's heart fluttered with anticipation as Ebony approached, their gazes locking in an intense exchange of unspoken understanding. As Ebony shifted her attention to Mariah, she enveloped her in a friendly embrace, placing a small kiss upon her hand. Jorja was captivated by their beautiful interaction, and watched as Mariah gently supported Ebony up the steps.
Tears cascaded down both women's cheeks, Ebony's tears blocked by the delicate fabric of her veil. Jorja made no move to brush away her own tears as Ebony took her place before her. With trembling hands, Jorja reached out, gently lifting the veil to reveal Ebony's radiant face. A smile graced Jorja's lips at the sight of Ebony's joyous expression.
Standing before each other, they turned to seek the officiant's unspoken words, ready to begin the ceremony. He looked between them, giving an assuring smile, offering a silent nod before putting on his eyeglasses and turned the pages to initiate the ceremony proceedings.
"Friends and family, we are gathered here today to witness and celebrate the union of these two wonderful souls in matrimony. This is not the start of a new journey, but an acknowledgment of the next chapter in their lives which they will now write together. As they stand before us, they are ready to navigate the complexities of life with one another, with love and dedication"
"Before we proceed, let us take a moment to appreciate the serendipity that brought Jorja and Ebony together, the shared dreams that bind them, and the love that has blossomed between them. This love is the foundation upon which they will build their lives together, through all the seasons of existence"
The church enveloped in a silence, but Jorja and Ebony still had yet to break eye contact.
"Before we proceed to the vows, we have a special moment to share. Ebony, would you please step forward and deliver your heartfelt words to Jorja?"
Ebony nodded confidently, taking the microphone with a gentle grasp. She stepped forward, her poise unwavering. Expressing their love was their everyday melody, the presence of the crowd just an addition. Ebony cleared her throat, her gaze glinting with ushering tears as she gazed at Jorja.
"Jorja, from the moment I met you, I knew there was something special about you. Your laughter is the melody to my life's song, and your smile, the light in my darkest days. Standing here before you, I am overwhelmed with gratitude. I'm so thankful for your love, patience, and support. Today, I promise to cherish and stand by you through all of life's adventures. I love you deeply, and I'm excited for our future together."
As Ebony's heartfelt declaration echoed, Jorja's eyes shimmered with tears. She swiftly dabbed them away, mouthing a silent 'I love you' to Ebony who quickly returned it, a smile gracing her matte lips, anticipation hanging as they awaited the officiant's next words.
"Jorja, would you please step forward and deliver your heartfelt words to Ebony?" the officiant asked, making Jorja nod proudly, taking the stand.
Jorja took a deep breath, grabbing the mic, her gaze never leaving Ebony's. "From the very moment we met, my life changed forever. Your love is my anchor and your heart is my home. With laughter, patience, and passion, I promise to stand by you through every chapter of our story. Ebony, I love you more than words can express, and I can't wait to continue this incredible journey with you."
Following their heartfelt speeches and vows, Ebony and Jorja stood on the cusp of forever, united. Jorja gently slid the ring onto Ebony's finger, and in turn, Ebony fitted Jorja's matching band onto hers, each gesture laden with love. Nothing but anticipation flowed through their hands, each pulse a shared beat as they awaited the officiant's next words, the final seal on their marriage.
"Now, as we stand in the presence of love's infinite power, I ask you, Jorja, and you, Ebony, to hold hands and look into each other's eyes. See there the love that brought you to this place, the passion that will enrich your days, and the shared commitment that will weather any storm."
Jorja and Ebony reached out, their hands quivering, gazes locked in an intense search within the profound depths of each other's souls, seeking out the love and affection that had experienced with one another.
"Jorja Marie, with the love you hold for Ebony Brown, do you take her to be your lawfully wedded spouse? Do you promise to cherish and respect her, to support and encourage her, in sickness and in health, through sorrow and success, for all the days of your life?"
"I do."
"And Ebony Brown with the love you hold for Jorja, do you take her to be your lawfully wedded spouse? Do you promise to cherish and respect her, to support and encourage her, in sickness and in health, through sorrow and success, for all the days of your life?"
"I do."
"May the vows you've exchanged today be as ever-present in your hearts as they are on this day of celebration. With the authority vested in me, it is my honor and delight to declare you married. Go forth and live each day to the fullest, hand in hand, heart in heart. You may now kiss the bride!" With the officiant's words, Jorja and Ebony's kiss sealed their vows in impassioned unity.
Laughter rippled through the crowd as Ebony and Jorja's kiss stretched on longer than expected. As they finally parted, a sense of awe washed over them—they were truly each other's. With no time to dwell on it, they realized it were finally time for the reception.
Both of the women quickly got changed into their reception party attire. But before Ebony headed off, she remembered something important. "Hey, baby, I'll be right back, Can you hold my drink for me?" she asked, giving Jorja a quick peck on the cheek. Jorja nodded, grabbing her drink, patiently waiting for Ebony's return.
Ebony dashed to the dressing room, retrieving her purse. She extracted the diary, the vessel of her life's tales. Grasping the pen, topped with a colorful fur ball, she began scripting the final chapter of her past, ready to embrace the new journey ahead.
On the last page of her diary, Ebony sensed the weight of her past within those hardbound pages. She believed it meant a brief note to seal the final chapter of what was now history. Ebony closes the final chapter of her past, a single joyful tear marking the page. She breathes deeply, sparing her flawless makeup from more tears. With a smile, she closes her diary for the last time.
Slipping the past into her purse, Ebony re-entered the room, her gaze searching for the future. It being Jorja, right where she'd left her. Jorja's eyes met Ebony's, a warm smile spreading as she offered back her drink. Hand outstretching for Ebony to grab, she asked, "You ready?"
"Ready ''
𝐄𝐱𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 :)