Ace: His Queen Of Heart

PROLOGUE

The sensation of falling in love, an experience that is beyond words, encapsulates an overwhelming feeling that invades every fiber of our being. The feeling of being so consumed by another person that they seem to be the only thing that exists in this world. Yet, in stark contrast, the sensation of losing someone you love is a devastating blow that can shatter your world into pieces.

However, there is a glimmer of hope in the midst of such profound sadness. The sensation of finding that love again, when you least expect it, can be a transformative experience. It is a reminder that love is not finite, but rather it is something that can be discovered and rediscovered again and again.

But what happens when that love is not reciprocated? When you find yourself alone, with nothing but memories to keep you company? Memories that haunt you, no matter how hard you try to push them away. Memories that once brought you joy, but now only serve to remind you of what you have lost. Memories that were once beautiful, like roses in full bloom, but now have become sharp thorns that pierce your heart.

These memories, they are a prison that we cannot escape from. They are the weight that we carry, the cross that we bear. But despite the pain, we hold onto them, because they are all we have left of the ones we loved. And so, we cling to them, hoping that one day, they will bring us some measure of comfort or solace.

AURORA

Amidst the flurry of activity, I stood on the balcony and gazed out at the scene below. The crowd below buzzed with energy, their frenetic movements betraying the excitement of the occasion. As I took in the bustling atmosphere, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the transformation taking place before my eyes.

The all-white theme was the perfect choice, lending an air of enchantment and glamour to the whole affair. From my vantage point, I could see the meticulous attention to detail that had gone into every decoration and arrangement. It was all simply breathtaking.

My mother caught my eye from the garden below, and her beaming smile mirrored my own. She seemed even more excited about the upcoming celebration than I was. After all, it wasn't every day that her only daughter got married.

Yes, tomorrow was the big day, and everyone was going all out to ensure that the only female in the Brown family had the