This is supposed to be a fluff fest

Edited by Moonwinks

Chapter 1

I swallowed another big gulp of water as I anxiously waited for Rosalie to come out of the dressing room. Though, I was seriously wishing that I had asked for a glass of champagne that had been offered. Or asked for some hard ass liquor. Damn Rosalie and her wedding diet. She had me and her other bridesmaids on a diet to make sure that we fit our dresses. I mean, shouldn't the dresses fit the person and not the other way around?

I sighed and set my empty glass on the coffee table in front of me. I didn't mind the diet so much. I mean it was just avoiding alcohol, carbs and junk food, both of which I could manage. I'd been Rosalie's best friend since we were kids and she'd made me try out all kinds of crazy diets with her. None of which lasted, I mean I had to keep in check for the more extreme ones, like two cubes of cheese a day kind of extreme. The reason I was so riled up, feeling like my insides were curling up and shriveling, was the lady sitting next to me.

Anna King, otherwise known as the future mother-in-law of Rosalie. She'd been drumming her long crimson claws of the devil against the leather sofa for the last ten minutes. Nonstop.

It was driving me insane.

Why she even had anything to do with choosing Rosalie's wedding dress was beyond me. This at least had to be Rosalie's choice. I mean the lady was basically controlling everything else about the wedding, making Rosalie pay for half of it and was demanding that Rosalie sign a pre-nup!

I would never have gone through with the wedding if I had someone like that on my back all the time. Yet somehow my headstrong best friend was accepting everything without argument. I mean…yeah she complained to me about it behind closed doors, but that was it. So not the Rosalie I know.

Don't even get me started on how much Rosalie and Anna's taste differed. Rosalie and I had been planning our weddings since we were kids. I knew what Rosalie liked, what she wanted. Only one other person could have ever influenced Rosalie's choices. Emmett McCarty, her ex-boyfriend, high school sweetheart and the love of her life. A whole other story since they'd been broken up for years. That was the case until Anna and Roy King came along.

The couple met at work. Roy had been working as Rosalie's personal assistant at the law firm but it wasn't until after he'd been promoted that they started dating. Rosalie wasn't one to mix business and pleasure. I was in New York at the time and Roy travelled at lot for his new position, so we only met Roy a handful of times. The times we had met weren't that memorable either. I was sure they wouldn't last. I mean he was nice. A dreadful bore, but he was nice. Not Rosalie's type at all.

After dating Emmett, I couldn't see what drew her to Roy. He didn't make her eyes sparkle; he barely seemed to make her happy. I had spoken to Rosalie about it, but she had insisted that she was happy with him.

"It's a different kind of happy, Bella," She'd said. "Roy is mature and is willing to give me what I need. He'll help me grow as a person."

I wasn't so convinced, but she seemed to be, so I gave her my blessing.

Until I met her future mother-in-law.

The chime of the boutique door as it opened caught my attention. I whirled around hoping it was the person I had been imagining. I couldn't take anymore of Anna King alone.

An intense surge of relief swept through me as in walked my type.

Messy dark blond hair, forest green eyes and a devilish crooked smile that made women weak at the knees.

My lips curled into a smile. Oh, yes definitely my type.

Also, totally Rosalie's little brother and my other best friend so he was a do not open that can-of-worms, although I had peeked... more than once. With a face like that, how could I not? Right now, he was my salvation. I'd forgotten that he was coming but was I glad he was here for moral support to Rosalie.

"Hey Bella, hello King," Edward said.

I smirked as Edward sent a wink my way. He knew Anna hated when he called her King. She'd insisted on every occasion they met that he call her Mrs. King. Edward was the only person who could stand up to the uppity woman who looked like down on everyone like a piece of gum on her shoe. There was only so much he could do though. His sister was marrying into her family.

"That's Mrs. King to you," Anna said with a sneer. "Honestly, what kind of family are you people?"

Edward rolled his eyes and turned his attention to me. I rose from my seat and walked toward him, my arms raised to hug him, or restrain him from doing anything stupid.

"You are my hero. I was just about to plot her murder," I whispered in his ear once we were in an embrace.

He chuckled quietly in my ear.

"Oh please, I'll help you plan and dispose of the body," he whispered back.

I smiled and pulled him beside me as I sat back down to wait for Rosalie. Thankfully she came out a few minutes later with the sales assistant in tow.

Of course, Rosalie looked stunning. She had the kind of beauty that made whatever she wore look good, even a potato sack. Not comparing the dress to a potato sack, it was pretty good too. Bead adornments on the bodice glittered in the light and skirt flared at the waist, making Rosalie look like a real Disney princess. It was a far from what Rosalie had imagined her wedding dress to be…very far.

"What do you think?" Rosalie asked, glancing between us apprehensively, then stopping at Anna.

I could tell that Rosalie hadn't even thought about whether she liked the. She had just put the dress on and come to show us… to show Anna.

"I suppose it doesn't look terrible on you," Anna said in her uppity voice. "That'll be your wedding dress, buy it."

I rolled my eyes… cheapskate.

"I'll be leaving now, if you think you can sort out everything else on your own."

Anna stood and walked to the door not bothering to say goodbye to anyone.

"Bye, King!" Edward called out just before she exited the door.

"What do you guys think?" Rosalie asked, her hands tugging at the skirt as she spoke.

"You look beautiful, Rose," Edward said.

"Yeah, it's nice."

Both siblings looked at me with questioning eyes.

"You don't like it." Rosalie uttered, running her hands over her waist line. "It makes me look fat, doesn't it."

"Please, you're skinny as a rake and that's not what I meant. The dress is beautiful and you look great in it, but it's not you," I explained, releasing an exasperated sigh. "I know what you like. Why are you letting that woman dictate your wedding dress?"

Rosalie sighed and glanced over at Edward and then back to me.

"Yeah, well this is what momma King likes, and I'm sure Roy would prefer this. This wedding isn't just about me."

"Okay, number one, you are the bride and you're the one who has to wear the dress. Number two, you're the one buying the dress." I paused, biting my lip, wondering if I should even say the next words that were about to come out of my mouth.

Rosalie raised her eyebrows questioningly knowing that I wasn't finished.

"Rosalie, you don't have to go through with this if you don't want to."

She sighed and shook her head.

"I know I don't have to, but I'm never going to get what I want and I don't want to be alone."

"What are you girls talking about?" Edward was looking from me to Rosalie, confused.

"How does not getting the dress you want mean you end up alone? I do not understand girls." He scratched his head and glanced at the sales assistant like she knew the answer.

"Bella, I know what I'm doing, please trust me."

Rosalie's voice bore a tone of finality. I knew that, right now, she was not to be reasoned with, so I didn't push the subject any further.