Author's note & disclaimer: okay this is a one shot. And I don't know where I got it. I don't own anything though.
All rights to Stephanie Meyer.
"I can't stand it when you parade around me."
Alice's little heels clicked and I imagined that the floorboards must be numb by now.
She circled around me like I was the prey and she was the predator, but I avoided the irony in that situation.
This wasn't the time.
"What if we curled your hair? And put it up with some cute pins," Her ideas were getting restless.
"Alice, this is basically your wedding. Do with me whatever you wish to do, you've got the vision, play it out."
She was soon to be my sister, though I've thought of her as such for much longer than I'll admit to anyone else.
But she's not as close to me as the boy who won't be here.
To avoid the pain, I'll avoid the name.
"Bella, you have to have an opinion at some point or another, I don't want you to regret your first wedding in the future."
"Alice, I don't plan on marrying anyone but Edward, this will be my only wedding. I'm not Rosalie, I don't like these things."
If you speak of the devil, the devil shall come.
I need to avoid his analogies now more than ever.
I can't remember his pain or mine.
I can't cry today, Alice didn't put on waterproof makeup.
She didn't see any reason to.
Rosalie walked into the room, looking fantastic and putting me to shame on my wedding day.
"Bella, may I have a word with you?"
I tried to avoid thinking of the last conversation we had, the only one we ever had.
I tried to avoid Alice's knowing glare.
I tired to avoid my heartbeat.
"Sure Rosalie, what is it?"
I had something caught in my throat, and she waited for Alice to leave us alone.
I pressed my fingers on the buttons around my wrists, fingering the lace that sat along the edges.
"Bella, don't think about what I'm going to say, because you're ideas are probably wrong. I'm not here trying to convince you anymore. I understand that we need this now, I can't have Emmett or any of my other family getting hurt over a little tryst that I am having with myself. I'm ready to accept you as my friend and my sister."
"Is that all it was Rose? I'm glad to hear that you finally want to be my friend."
I was relieved; I have to admit that to myself and to anyone else.
"Well, no. Actually, there's something else."
"What is it?"
"It's…Mike. Bella, you have to do something about that boy. He's wandering around the church. Edward read his mind, he's going to try to convince you to run away and elope with him. You need to set some things right with that boy's mind. He's delusional."