A/N: I'm going to try to write the WHOLE story in Bella's Pov. Please enjoy. Oh….. I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT.

The Reception

I, Bella Swan, am going to marry the man – well man doesn't fit – ever ! All I had to do is wait one more day. One very long, exhausting day. I have 10 minutes to get downstairs. I sighed, my reception couldn't be anywhere more easy for me –hard for everyone else –to get to.

"Bella, we're done." Alice said. She and Rosalie have been doing my hair for the past two hours. Alice spun me around so I could look in the mirror. My hair was pulled back and had ringlets in the back. Rosalie picked me up and ran to her room. "Bella you need to hurry and change so we can get downstairs before the guest arrives." Alice and Rosalie were ready in a flash. Alice's is a pink V-neck and Rosalie's is a black V-neck.

"Need help Bella?" Alice didn't even wait for the answer. She grabbed gabbed my blue V-neck. Mine was less fancy then theirs, since I wouldn't let Alice spend the money.

"I could've put it on myself, Alice."

"But then you would've missed the whole reception."

"That wouldn't be a tragedy." I mumbled. I'm not big on parties –I got that from Charlie –and a reception was like a huge party centered around me –and Edward. I sighed, how a girl like me could end up with a person like Edward, was a complete and utter shock.

"Bella?" my angel asked.

I opened my eyes. When did I get down stairs? "Hmm?" was all I could reply.

"The guests are arriving." I turned to look at the door. Certainly enough, Charlie, Renee, Phil, and a few friends from school were coming through the door.

The line formed. Alice and Rosalie –my brides mades –by me and Emmett and Jasper –Edward's best men –by him. Edward and I were in the middle. As the guest came in they signed the in the guest log book, then came and said hi to us before moving into the Cullen's living room.

After everyone said hi to us, the line broke. We all went in separate directions –except Edward and I stayed together –going to take our seats. Our seat was up in front in between my parents –including Phil –and his. Before we sat down Edward thanked everyone for coming again.

We started with a glass of water with a salad, the Cullens' ate it, like when I asked Edward to eat a slice of pizza. "Enjoying your salad Edward?" I whispered low enough that only vampires heard me.



He chuckled softly, "Not bad. You?"

"I think I may be enjoying it a little bit more then you." Then the salad was taken away, replaced by the main dish: Fish or pasta. During this Corse the room was only filled with small talk –until the stories came.

A/N: yea I know. Short chapter. Sorry. What did you think? Got any ideas for funny stories that could have happened to Edward?