Waves Carry Lost Memories by Niro Dane Flint 86 Summary
In Chapter 86 of *Waves Carry Lost Memories*, Elle arrives home, frustrated after a confusing encounter with Jason, who clung to her in a way that felt both infuriating and sad. Just as her irritation simmers, Martha bursts in with excitement, revealing a delivery for Elle from Alpha Rayne—a stunning gown from Milan, designed specifically for her. The gown is silver-white, ethereal, and comes with flat shoes, thoughtfully crafted for Elle’s pregnancy, which surprises her and lightens her mood.
As Martha helps her try on the gown, Elle is mesmerized by how beautifully it fits, accentuating her curves while accommodating her baby bump. Just then, Brad enters and compliments her, creating an electric tension between them. He helps her fasten the dress, and their moment of intimacy heightens as he notices the antique rings she wears. Their conversation shifts as Brad explains that the rings are meant to be worn as a pair, leading to a significant exchange where he places a matching ring on her finger. This act deepens their connection, stirring a whirlwind of emotions within Elle.
However, as she admires the ring on her finger, Elle grapples with her feelings for Brad and the reality of her situation with Jason. The weight of the ring symbolizes not just the bond forming between them but also the complexities of her heart and her impending motherhood. Despite the thrill of the moment, Elle is acutely aware of the potential heartbreak that could follow if she allows herself to fall for Brad, prompting her inner conflict about love and fear.
The chapter ends with Elle reflecting on the intertwining of her past and future, feeling both exhilarated and apprehensive. The gown, shoes, and rings symbolize a turning point in her life, hinting at the choices she must face moving forward. As she stands at this crossroads, the hope of embracing a new connection with Brad battles against her fears, setting the stage for the emotional turmoil and revelations that lie ahead.
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**Waves Carry Lost Memories by Niro Dane Flint**
**Chapter 86**
**Elle’s POV**
I slammed the door behind me as I stepped into my apartment, the frustration from my earlier encounter with Jason still simmering beneath the surface. What a ridiculous scene that had been! The way he clung to my legs like a lost child—it was infuriating and utterly pathetic.
“Mrs. Rayne!” Martha’s exuberant voice cut through my stormy thoughts like a ray of sunshine breaking through dark clouds. “You won’t believe it! A delivery just arrived for you!”
I turned to see Martha practically bouncing on her toes, her face glowing with excitement as she held an elegant box adorned with the Rayne family crest, its gold emblem gleaming under the soft light of the room.
“What is it?” I asked, curiosity piqued, as I set my purse down, my earlier irritation momentarily forgotten.
Martha’s eyes sparkled like stars in the night sky as she placed the box on the coffee table. “Alpha Rayne had this specially made just for you! The delivery person mentioned it’s a gown flown in directly from Milan—the designer worked day and night to finish it!”
Despite the remnants of my annoyance, I couldn’t help but smile at Martha’s infectious enthusiasm. “Alright, let’s see what it is.”
“Oh, we have to open it right now!” Martha clapped her hands together, her excitement bubbling over as she practically danced toward the bedroom.
Inside, as Martha carefully lifted the lid, my breath caught in my throat. Revealed before me was the most exquisite gown I had ever laid eyes on. It was a breathtaking silver-white, crafted from a fabric that shimmered and sparkled as if woven from moonlight itself. Beside it lay a pair of flat shoes that looked like they had been crafted by celestial beings—delicate and ethereal.
“That’s… unusual,” I murmured, my gaze roaming over the ensemble in awe.
Typically, one would choose a dress first and then find shoes to match, but this was different. It was as if the entire gown had been designed with these shoes in mind. The hemline, the cut, and even the draping were all tailored to complement the flat soles perfectly, a harmonious union of beauty and practicality.
I ran my fingers over the delicate fabric, marveling at its softness. Only a master designer could achieve something this intricate, crafting an entire look that revolved around footwear. And considering my condition…
“He actually thought about the pregnancy,” I whispered, my surprise evident. The shoes were not only stunning but practical for someone like me who couldn’t wear heels for the next nine months.
“Would you like to try it on, Miss Elle?” Martha asked eagerly, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.
I nodded, a flicker of curiosity igniting within me despite my earlier frustrations.
With the help of Martha and Alex, I slipped into the gown. The moment the fabric settled around my body, I gasped, a wave of delight washing over me.
“Oh… this feels incredible.”
There was none of the usual constriction I felt in formal wear. The dress flowed with me like a second skin, cleverly concealing my slightly rounded belly while accentuating my natural curves. The flat shoes felt as if I were walking on clouds, a gentle embrace for my feet.
“The designer is truly gifted,” I remarked, admiring how flawlessly everything fit.
“You look absolutely gorgeous,” Martha beamed, her pride palpable as she clutched her hands together in delight.
Just as I was adjusting the neckline, a familiar voice made me freeze in place.
“You look beautiful in that dress.”
I spun around, my heart racing as I caught sight of Brad leaning casually against the doorway, his amber eyes taking in every detail of the gown.
“How did you—” I began, but he was already striding toward me with purpose, his presence commanding yet comforting.
“Let me,” he said softly, stepping closer. His fingers brushed against mine as he took over fastening the last few buttons at the back of my neck.
His touch sent an unexpected shiver racing down my spine. I tried to step away, but his hands settled gently on my shoulders, grounding me in the moment.
Martha had quietly retreated, granting us a semblance of privacy, and suddenly, I felt acutely aware of how alone we were in the room.
Brad’s fingers traced the silver chain around my neck, and I felt my breath hitch when his gaze focused on the two rings dangling there.
I observed his expression shift—surprise, followed by something that resembled… happiness?
Brad reached for the clasp of my necklace. “You are still wearing these?”
His tone was casual, yet there was an undercurrent of something deeper that made me instinctively snatch the rings away from him.
“Are you kidding me?” I glared, my voice laced with defiance. “You want me to just toss them aside? Do you have any idea how wasteful that would be?”
Brad blinked, clearly taken aback by my reaction.
“These are obviously antique silver rings,” I continued, clutching them protectively. “They’re probably worth a fortune! If you don’t want them, at least let me sell them. I could use the money!”
I noticed a flicker of something across Brad’s face—was it amusement? Relief?
“Elle,” he said slowly, extending his hand palm up, a gesture both inviting and intimate. “They’re meant to be worn as a pair.”
I stared at his outstretched hand, confusion swirling within me. “What do you mean?”
“You can’t seriously be planning to wear both rings yourself?”
“I never said I was going to wear them!” I protested, though I had no idea why he was asking for his hand.
“These are matching rings,” Brad explained patiently, his gaze steady and sincere. “One for each of us.”
I glanced down at the rings in my palm, then back at his expectant hand. Oh.
“But I thought I…” I faltered, my mind racing. I thought these were meant for Marissa, but before I could finish my thought, Brad was already taking the smaller ring from my hand.
The one adorned with Celtic knots and a crescent moon caught the light beautifully as he held it up, a glimmer of something profound passing between us.
“Give me your hand,” he said softly, his voice low and inviting, filled with an urgency that sent my heart racing.
I hesitated, uncertainty creeping in. “Brad, I don’t think—”
“Elle.” His tone carried that unmistakable Alpha authority, making any argument seem futile.
Reluctantly, I extended my left hand, feeling a rush of warmth as Brad’s fingers slipped the ring onto my ring finger. The moment the cool metal made contact with my skin, a strange tingling sensation surged through me, like electricity dancing across my nerve endings.
“There,” Brad murmured, not immediately releasing my hand, our fingers lingering together in a way that felt both thrilling and terrifying.
The ring fit perfectly—too perfectly, as if it had been crafted specifically for me, which was impossible.
I stared down at the beautiful piece of jewelry, my cheeks warming under his gaze. “Your turn,” I said quickly, picking up the larger ring, trying to shift the focus away from the whirlwind of emotions swirling within me.
Brad offered his left hand, and I tried to concentrate on the task at hand instead of how his skin felt beneath my fingertips. The wolf head design was intricate, the amber stones in its eyes seeming to glow with an inner light, a symbol of something deeper.
I slid the ring over his knuckle, and for a fleeting moment, the amber stones flickered, causing both our hands to tremble slightly.
“Have you…” Brad’s voice was unexpectedly husky, laden with an intensity that made my heart race. “Have you ever put a ring on someone before?”
“No,” I replied automatically, my heart pounding in my chest.
“You’re the first,” he said immediately after, his eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my breath hitch, the weight of his words hanging in the air between us.
We both froze, the significance of those words creating a palpable tension in the room. Something indefinable passed between us, and I found myself unable to look away from his piercing gaze, the world around us fading into the background.
My heart pounded so hard I was certain he could hear it echoing in the silence.
When I attempted to pull my hand back, Brad caught it, intertwining our fingers with a gentle yet firm grip, an anchor in the tumult of emotions swirling around us.
“This is our first pair of matching rings,” Brad said, his voice low and serious, the gravity of the moment sinking in. “Don’t you want to take a photo to remember?”
I looked up sharply, but his head was tilted down, obscuring his expression from my view, yet I could feel the warmth radiating from him.
Before I could respond, I heard the soft click of his phone camera capturing the image of our joined hands, the rings glinting in the light like promises made.
Only then did Brad release my fingers, leaving me standing there, staring down at the ring on my finger, fighting against the emotions that threatened to overwhelm me.
Elle, what the hell are you thinking? I scolded myself internally. He’s wonderful, yes, but he doesn’t belong to you.
You knew this from the very beginning. You can’t allow yourself to fall for him. You just can’t.
If you let yourself fall, how will you ever be able to leave when this baby is born?
The ring suddenly felt heavy on my finger, a tangible reminder of the complexities of my heart and the situation I found myself in.
As I stood there, gazing at the ring now adorning my finger, a whirlwind of emotions coursed through me. The delicate metal felt like a tether, binding me to a moment that was both exhilarating and terrifying. Brad’s touch lingered in my mind, a gentle reminder of the connection we shared, but the weight of my circumstances loomed large, casting shadows over my heart. I could feel the walls I had built around myself beginning to crack, the fear of falling for him battling against the undeniable pull of our bond. The gown, the shoes, and the rings—all symbols of a life that could be, yet felt so far out of reach. I was caught between the thrill of new beginnings and the dread of inevitable endings, my heart a tumultuous sea of longing and uncertainty.
Yet, as I looked down at our intertwined hands captured in that fleeting photograph, a flicker of hope ignited within me. Perhaps this moment was not just a reminder of what I stood to lose, but also a celebration of what I could gain. I could feel the warmth of possibility wrapping around me like the soft fabric of the gown, whispering that maybe, just maybe, I could allow myself to embrace this connection with Brad. The journey ahead was fraught with challenges, but in that instant, I realized that I didn’t have to face it alone. The waves of my past may carry lost memories, but they also brought me to this moment—a chance to redefine my future, to choose love over fear, and to navigate the unknown with an open heart.
**What to Expect in the Next Chapter?**
As the tension thickens in the air, readers can anticipate a whirlwind of emotions in the next chapter of *Waves Carry Lost Memories*. With the unexpected intimacy shared between Elle and Brad, the stakes are higher than ever. Will Elle allow herself to embrace the connection they’ve forged, or will her fears about the future pull her back into her shell? The lingering questions about her relationship with Jason and the implications of her pregnancy will weigh heavily on her mind, complicating her feelings for Brad. Expect a deeper exploration of Elle’s internal struggle as she grapples with her heart’s desires versus her logical instincts.
Moreover, the arrival of the stunning gown is sure to be more than just a beautiful piece of clothing; it symbolizes a turning point in Elle’s life. The significance of the matching rings will undoubtedly unfold, as they represent not only a bond between Elle and Brad but also the choices that lie ahead. As secrets from the past threaten to resurface, readers should brace themselves for revelations that could alter the dynamics of their relationships. With emotions running high and the future uncertain, the next chapter promises to be a captivating blend of romance, conflict, and self-discovery that will leave readers eagerly turning the pages.
Conclusion
In this chapter, Elle stands at a crossroads, grappling with the weight of her emotions as she navigates the complexities of her relationship with Brad while still tethered to her past with Jason. The exquisite gown and the matching rings symbolize not only the beauty of new beginnings but also the fears that accompany them. As she slips into the gown, the fabric feels like a second skin—an embrace that mirrors the connection she shares with Brad. Yet, the rings serve as a poignant reminder of the choices she must confront, binding her to both the present joy and the uncertainty of her future. The moment of intimacy shared between them, marked by the gentle touch of his hands and the warmth of their intertwined fingers, ignites a flicker of hope within her, challenging the walls she has built around her heart.
As Elle stands there, torn between the thrill of possibility and the dread of loss, she begins to understand that she does not have to navigate this journey alone. The waves of her past may carry lost memories, but they also bring her to this pivotal moment—a chance to redefine her future. With the realization that love can blossom even in the most tumultuous of circumstances, Elle contemplates the strength she can draw from her connection with Brad. The emotional arc culminates in a delicate balance of longing, fear, and hope, leaving her poised to embrace the love that awaits, even as the shadows of her past threaten to pull her back. The next chapter holds the promise of self-discovery and the courage to choose love over fear, setting the stage for a transformative journey ahead.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
**What to Expect in the Next Chapter?**
As the tension thickens in the air, readers can anticipate a whirlwind of emotions in the next chapter of *Waves Carry Lost Memories*. With the unexpected intimacy shared between Elle and Brad, the stakes are higher than ever. Will Elle allow herself to embrace the connection they’ve forged, or will her fears about the future pull her back into her shell? The lingering questions about her relationship with Jason and the implications of her pregnancy will weigh heavily on her mind, complicating her feelings for Brad. Expect a deeper exploration of Elle’s internal struggle as she grapples with her heart’s desires versus her logical instincts.
Moreover, the arrival of the stunning gown is sure to be more than just a beautiful piece of clothing; it symbolizes a turning point in Elle’s life. The significance of the matching rings will undoubtedly unfold, as they represent not only a bond between Elle and Brad but also the choices that lie ahead. As secrets from the past threaten to resurface, readers should brace themselves for revelations that could alter the dynamics of their relationships. With emotions running high and the future uncertain, the next chapter promises to be a captivating blend of romance, conflict, and self-discovery that will leave readers eagerly turning the pages.
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
