The Dark Curse

Aria

The days flew by in a blur, and time seemed to lose its grip on me. Jungkook and my brother sat down to discuss the wedding plans, and before we knew it, they had settled on the second day of June for our special day, just a month and a half away.

Together, Jungkook and I dove into the whirlwind of wedding preparations. We chose the dress, a vision of beauty that took our breath away, and meticulously planned every aspect of the ceremony. From selecting the perfect hall to finalizing the guest list, we were a team. And when it came to setting up our future home, the excitement was palpable.

Jungkook's enthusiasm knew no bounds, especially when it came to selecting nightgowns for our new life together. However, Ave, ever the protective friend, swooped in and claimed that moment, insisting on being my shopping companion.

Our wedding day arrived, bathed in the warmth of late spring. We exchanged vows under the vast, clear blue sky, surrounded by nature's splendor. The tables were laden with feasts fit for royalty, and as the evening drew near, Jungkook's eyes sparkled with the wealth of knowledge and love he held for me.

We stood at the altar, an air of solemnity enveloping us as we faced each other. The corridor was adorned with a plush rug that seemed to guide us to this moment of unity.

Our eyes locked, a silent conversation of love and promise, our hands clasped firmly, a testament to the bond we were about to seal.

I was draped in a wedding gown that cascaded down the aisle, its train whispering secrets to the floor. The dress hugged my curves before flaring out gracefully, its back daringly revealed.

It was a masterpiece adorned with intricate embellishments that caught the light, each one adding to the gown's ethereal beauty.

My hair was coiffed into an elegant low bun, each strand meticulously arranged. A garland of delicate roses crowned my head, a soft contrast to the sheer veil that floated behind me, a whisper-thin barrier between me and the world.

The priest's voice, clear and resonant, cut through the hushed anticipation of the gathered loved ones.

"Jeon Jungkook, do you take Aria Bennett  to be your lawfully wedded wife? Do you promise to remain by her side, to be faithful, to offer her love and respect through whatever may come, until death parts you?"

Jungkook's gaze was intense, a mixture of awe and deepest affection that sent a flutter through my heart. He stood there, the very picture of elegance in his impeccably tailored black suit, the butterfly tie adding a touch of sophistication. As he leaned towards the microphone, his voice, hoarse with emotion, resonated through the silence.

"I do," he declared, his voice steady yet brimming with emotion. The words hung in the air, a sacred vow that bound us together, as the congregation erupted into a symphony of applause and cheers, celebrating the beginning of our lifelong journey together.

Overwhelmed by a tidal wave of joy, my eyes dazzled with unshed tears of happiness, making the priest's voice seem distant, almost ethereal. His words, though, were crucial, the key to unlocking the new chapter of my life.

"Aria Bennett, do you take Jeon Jungkook to be your lawfully wedded husband? Do you promise to cherish him, to remain loyal, to envelop him in love and respect through all of life's trials and triumphs, until the end of your days?"