A/N: So this is the first chapter of a super short (and hopefully, fun) 3 shot epilogue to Of Depositions and Chocolate Souffles. There will be two chapters after this and maybe a few surprises. Longer A/N at the end.

Chapter 1: Esme's Dress

BPOV

Rosalie, Alice and I were seated in comfy chairs covered with cabbage roses, anxiously awaiting Esme's entrance from the dressing room.

There was a tiny step-up platform surrounded by mirrors for a 360 effect and I really wanted Esme to hurry so we could see the dress in all its glory.

Today was Esme's final fitting and tomorrow would be ours, as bridesmaids.

Even though I was sort of dreading walking down the aisle, in heels, with everyone watching--it helped that my arm would be linked in Edward's and that it was all for Esme and Carlisle.

Plus, Esme had strayed from the traditional hideousness of bridesmaid's dresses and picked a simple cerulean silk that Alice, Rosalie and I all had custom made into flattering dresses of our choice.

So, needless to say, I wasn't dreading it as much as I could have--as much as I would have in the past.

Alice's constant rehauling of my wardrobe had helped me get more used to heels, anyway.

And then every other thought left my head as Esme came out of the dressing room . . . she was stunning.

Alice shrieked. Rosalie gasped. I didn't say anything at first, but hopefully Esme caught my look of wonder through the mirror as she stepped up to the platform.

"Esme you look . . . wow. Incredible." I said--I felt a few tears form in the corners of my eyes--I was just so happy for her, for us.

Alice was out of her seat now, jumping up and down and clapping her hands. I don't think I'll ever get sick of that sight--that pure, childlike delight that Alice so easily encompassed. And I knew exactly how she felt.

Even Rosalie was beaming, up until the point she went and had a few words with the dress shop owner, placing her hand on her wrist so she would bring Esme's veil, NOW.

I giggled in a whisper; Rosalie certainly knew how to get her way. But she was quiet this time--not wanting to attract Esme's attention.

Rosalie, Alice and I were determined for Esme and Carlisle's wedding to go off without a hitch and so were--quietly--nipping any and all potential problems in the bud as soon as we could.

Rosalie came back with Esme's veil, her height allowing her to place it on Esme's head with ease.

"Oh, Esme, it's perfect." Said Alice.

"Do you girls really think so? I don't look too . . . old?" Esme asked, her back to the mirrors so she could look into all of our eyes.

Alice and Rosalie laughed. "You look unbelievable young, Esme, I promise." Said Rosalie.

I stepped forward first, grabbing Esme's hands in mine--she had quickly become a second mother to me over the past six months--so I could reassure her.

"Esme, we aren't just telling you that you look beautiful for the sake of it, I promise--you're beautiful without the dress but still--in it--it's magical. Carlisle might just faint."

She hugged me, then, and she was laughing--motioning for Alice and Rosalie to join in on the hug. They both hurried over and we all just stood there for at least a minute, laughing and hugging.

. . .

After Esme's fitting was over, we all went to lunch to discuss all the last minute details--I couldn't believe the wedding was less than a week away. As maid of honor, I was lucky that I wasn't running around like a chicken with its head cut off due to Alice and Rosalie and their amazing planning abilities. They were way more into this stuff than me and I guess since it had been at least a few years of wedded bliss for each of them, they were happy to be involved in wedding planning again.

We entered a small cafe within walking distance of the shop and it seemed like all eyes were suddenly on us.

My mobile rang and I smiled as I glanced at the screen before answering it. Edward. I was still giddy and had butterflies every time he called--every time we saw each other after an absence--every morning when I woke up beside him.

"Edward?"

"Hey baby, where are you?"

"We're just about to sit down to eat lunch. What are you doing?"

"Working-- you know the Ayaka case? I want to settle before the wedding if I can. Then we can spend all day in bed on Sunday, after it's over."

I chuckled. "Sounds like a good idea. Do you think it'll happen?"

"We'll see--I feel pretty good about it though. How was the fitting?"

"Oh Edward . . . you will die, I mean--the dress is beautiful. But you're mother is even more beautiful in it. It went well, I guess you could say."

We both laughed.

"Are you coming back to the office after?"

"Why, do you miss me?"

"Hmmmm . . . maybe, just a little."

"Edward!"

"Okay, just a lot."

"That's more like it."

"So, are you? Coming back? To the office?"

"Maybe. I might take your mother on one more wedding-related errand. But, I promise I'll cook you dinner tonight. Lasagna?"

"You win. I'll be home by six. And you better be, too, love. I haven't seen you all day."

"Dinner at six sharp. Then we can turn in early, hmmm?"

"Well I guess I better get some work done in that case. I love you and I'll see you later."

"I love you, too."

I hung up and noticed that the girls had already found a table and were poring over the menus. Rosalie laughed at me as I sat down.

"It's still like when you first met, huh?" She asked.

"Were you listening in, Rose? Why so interested?" I laughed.

"You just get the goofiest grin on your face every time, still, Bella. I'm not making fun--it's cute. I promise. Right, Alice? Esme?"

"It's adorable Bella." Said Alice, craning her neck to look at the chalkboard listing the specials because she was so tiny.

"Bella, Rosalie and Alice are right. There is no way that what you and Edward have is anything less than magic. And I am just so grateful for how happy you have made my son."

"Thank you Esme. You know I feel the same--We're all lucky, aren't we? I think we should have a toast."

Luckily the waiter arrived at that minute with drinks. I was glad they had ordered one for me while I was on the phone.

"So, I'd like to make a toast to Esme--the wedding is going to be beautiful. And to the rest of us--we are so lucky to have each other."

We clinked glasses and I was taking my first sip when Esme cleared her throat.

"And I'd like to make a toast to Bella--for unwittingly bringing us all together and for being a wonderful maid of honor. Thank you, hon. And thank you Alice and Rosalie for all your help."

"Cheers!" We all said in unison.

EPOV

I unlocked the door with my key and stepped into our foyer.

"Bella? Are you home, love?"

"In the kitchen, Edward."

I nearly ran to the kitchen, anxious to see Bella after we had spent the whole day apart and driven by the delicious smells wafting from the kitchen.

She was bent over, pulling something out of the oven.

I stepped back, even though every instinct in me wanted to wrap myself around her from behind. I wanted to brush her hair aside and kiss her neck and . . . .but, given Bella's clumsiness, I decided I should probably wait until she had safely placed down whatever hot dish she was pulling out from the oven.

Instead, I inhaled a deep breath and remembered . . . lasagna. My favourite. FInally, Bella set the dish down and turned to face me.

"Are those for me, Mr. Cullen?" She said teasingly.

I was staring so hard at her that it took me a minute to respond. God, she was so beautiful. Even after six months, she still took my breath away every time. It was like the eight hours we had spent apart made me forget the intense, physical and emotional reaction I had to her every time.

"Huh? What?" I looked at my hands and the flowers in my right hand. "Oh. . . of course, love."

She took the tulips from me and gave me a quick peck on the cheek before busying herself to find a vase in which to put them.

"Are you hungry?" She asked, placing the tulips, now in a vase, on our kitchen table. When it was just the two of us eating, we always sat in our corner table in the kitchen--the sight of our second date. It was so cozy and obviously, I associated the fondest memories with it.

"Starving. And, of course, the lasagna smells amazing, too."

"Stop teasing, Edward, I think we can sit down and eat a proper dinner first." She reached over to loosen and undo my tie before pulling it out of my collar and tossing it over my shoulder. I shrugged out of my suit jacket and just let it fall to the floor-- dry cleaning was a god-send.

Bella was tossing a salad and she motioned me to sit down where the table was already set and she had my preferred post-work drink waiting. I sat down and took a sip. "Have I ever told you that I love you, very much?"

She giggled, plating the salad and sitting down beside me.

"I'm so glad you're home, Edward." She said.

"Me, too, love," I said, putting my arm around her as we started eating our salads. As always, it was amazing--everything she made was amazing and I was so lucky.

We finished our salads and I turned to Bella, pulling her a little closer and kissing her forehead. "I'll get the lasagna, you stay put."

"I won't argue with that."

I piled my plate high with lasagna, putting just a little less on Bella's plate before serving her.

I took my first bite and couldn't help the moan that escaped my lips.

"God Bella, you're good at everything, it's not fair."

She laughed. "This coming from you who has perfect hair."

"You think I have perfect hair?"

"You know I do Edward."

"I know . . . but I never get tired of hearing you say it."

"And I never get tired of you."

I leaned over to kiss her then, my right hand instinctively drawn to my pants pocket to make sure the box was still there. I really needed to find somewhere good to hide it.

She pulled away and I hoped she didn't notice my action.

"Edward?"

I gulped, trying not to sound guilty.

"Yes, love?"

"I think it's time for bed." She arched her eyebrow at me and I was already taking her hand to lead her there.

So are you surprised at whose wedding it is? Awww so cute (I hope!), and yes, this epilogue will mostly be a lot of fluff but a few important things will happen, too! One, thank you Jenn for being the loveliest beta ever. Two, if there is something in particular you really really want to see, let me know and I just might include it! Three, please review! And, lastly, the next chapter is Carlisle's bachelor party, which will hopefully be filled with lots of laughs.