Hello all, yes you aren't reading wrong. This is a new twilight fanfic. Now, I know I said I would take a break but this story line was stuck in my head. This will be written more along the lines of MY writing style, as opposed to trying to stick to the Twilight fashion like I did with the continuation fan fics. the characters are only true in name and appearance.( I believe bella can have a backbone, and alice emmett can be the calm.. things likr that) There will be sexy parts, and no not the vague ones like Facing dusk or Lunar Adversaries, so if you arent prepared... Anywho let me know what you think ive only done the first two chapters so far.

Chapter 1- Helping a Friend

"Bella!" A high pitch squeal called from the throngs of people boarding and un-boarding flights at Logan International.

I hated this airport and avoided it whenever possible. I much more preferred the little to non-existent crowds of Worcester Regional to the massive hysteria of this place; even if I had to pay a little extra. But due to the terrible thunderstorms in the area—and Worcester's limited flight options—I was forced to adjust my itinerary if I had any hopes of making it to Boston before the weekend.

Being in airports for the past twenty hours with two layovers and the headaches of redirecting my flights had been a nightmare—but when that tiny four-foot ten-inch frame poked through the others and I saw those bubbly grey eyes none of the airport stuff seemed to matter anymore.

"Alice!" I breathed in relief wrapping my arms around her forgetting all my troubles back home and on the way, "It's so good to see you."

"I know, it's been forever. I haven't seen you in person since graduation. God, I've missed you."

—

We had met our sophomore year at Champlain College. We were two of the fifteen students lucky enough to snag a room at the Carriage House just off campus. Our personalities were polar opposites— with her wild outgoing demeanor and my calm more focused reserve I thought we we'd be in for a long year.

But much to my surprise—and delight— I warmed to her right away (like everyone to) and we had quite a bit in common. Though our majors were different—mine being Management and Innovation, her choice being International Business— we'd both come to Champlain for the exact same reason.

We both minored in Event Management and this college in the small town of Burlington, Vermont was the best place to go in all fifty states.

The three years flew by and last June we graduated, sending us both to opposite sides of the country to take the coasts by storm one glamorous event at a time.

Though communication wasn't nearly as frequent due to the high demands my job required of me; we made it work.

—

Now here we are, both pleased and in no way surprised that the energy between us felt like no time had passed at all.

"Thank you for coming!" She shrieked again, locking her arms around my torso and squeezing for dear life. "You have no idea how much I needed you."

If I had to base it on the grip of her hug, the need was dire indeed. I wanted to answer her, but her tiny arms were cutting off my air supply.

Luckily, a deep voice chuckled behind me, "I've got this Bella." I couldn't see him but I felt his strong hands make quick work of unlocking his sister's arms, despite her fuss. "Geeze, let her breathe Allie."

Not that I got a chance too, because the very second I was free, I spun around to hug the six foot five, heavily muscled teddy bear that was her brother, and his hugs always left me winded. "It's good to see you, Em." I grunted when he squeezed me hard and straightened out leaving my feet missing the ground.

He sat me down with a chuckle, "It's good to see you too. This your bag?" He pointed at the luggage on wheels next to me.

I nodded, "It's okay, I'm just going to roll it; it's a little—" He grabbed it and held it at his side like it weighed ten pounds. "Heavy."

Emmett rolled his eyes, giving me a smirk that made his dimples even more pronounced. "You insult me Bella—"

A random passenger reached over me to grab is luggage from the carousel, almost hitting me in the face with it in the process. I staggered back almost knocking Alice over.

"Watch it asshole!" Alice snapped after him, not that he paid her any attention, already disappearing through the crowd. "Hey!" she called starting to go after him.

I threw an arm around her neck to stop her, genuinely laughing at the thought of her taking on anyone his size. God I missed her. "What do you say we get out of here before she goes twelve rounds with the next person that decides not to pack their manners?"

"Good idea." Emmett grunted pushing through the travelers, leading a way to the exit—any exit.

Once my bag was loaded into the trunk Alice slid in the backseat with me, leaving poor Emmett to play chauffer.

The airport wasn't far from their parents' house in Beacon Hill, but the massive amount of traffic this time of day was going to give us loads of time to catch up. I decided Emmett would be the easiest to start with.

"How's Rosalie Em?"

He caught my eyes in the rearview mirror his smile flashing ten miles wide. "Rose is good. Work has her stuck in New York for another day, but she's going to meet us in Cape Cod before the wedding."

I had met Rosalie when she showed up with Emmett to pick Alice up to travel homes for the holidays our junior year. Alice was already introducing her as her 'sister' even though they'd only been dating for a few months at the time.

She was…intimidating at first sight, but once you got to know her—and she liked you enough to let you—you loved her. I was glad to hear they got married that summer before senior year and was bummed that my internship kept me from attending.

"How's married life treating you?" I teased at his blush.

He shrugged, trying to play it cool, but his excitement was so palpable that it was almost another passenger in the car. "It's pretty cool…"

Alice rolled her eyes, "Pretty disgusting if you ask me. They're still in that 'sex all the time' newlywed phase. I thought that went away after the first year." I laughed and she rushed to her defense, "I'm telling you Bella, there are some things a sister just shouldn't see."

"Maybe if you didn't just let yourself into people's houses you wouldn't." He chuckled without apology finding my blush amusing. My face was no doubt thirty shades of red.

"Gah!" Alice scoffed giving up, "Anyway, Bella, how's that boyfriend of yours?"

My smile fell. "Jacob's fine."

"Trouble in paradise?" Emmett asked checking me in the rearview again, his eyes concerned. "Want to talk about it?"

Alice's head whipped up to the front and she snapped on him, "You pay attention to the road Emmett Cullen, this is girl talk." Emmett grumbled something neither of us heard, but Alice ignored it turning back on me, "Spill."

I felt my face get hot, I didn't want to make this trip about me or my life in San Francisco. This was meant to be an escape, so I decided to keep it simple. "We had a fight before I left." Alice cocked an eyebrow, forcing me to elaborate. "He wanted to come with me."

"Why didn't you bring him?" Emmett wondered aloud turning his head to face us since traffic was at a complete standstill. Alice reached up and flicked his forearms with a loud pop, "Ow! Damn it Alice that shit stings."

"I said stay out of it." She repeated.

He faced the front again, rubbing the pink welt that was forming. "I was just trying to help." He defended. I wanted to laugh, but the longer they bickered the longer the focus wasn't on me.

"I've got it covered. When we need something heavy moved or we need to design a house, we call you. When the topic is boys and relationships, that's me." She clarified.

"She's my friend too," he reminded, almost sounding like a seven year old. "Right Bella?" I nodded without hesitation, in all of the years I'd known him, I'd definitely considered us at least that, if not more like family. "See."

Alice gave me a sympathetic look, giving me a reassuring pat on my hand like I was preciously confused, "No, she's my friend. You met her through me. She only tolerates you because you're my older brother. Besides, you're twenty-eight, you shouldn't be having girl talk with twenty-two year old girls anyway."

Emmett's eyes narrowed on her in the rear view, "Maybe I'm just looking to fill a 'little sister' vacancy since the one I have is annoying."

I couldn't hold in the laugh after that, and it felt so good—I needed this trip.

Unfortunately it brought attention back on me, "Stop distracting us—now. Why didn't you invite him?"

Em mumbled a 'that's what I asked', but I didn't bring attention to it, instead choosing to answer them both. "Because this isn't purely pleasure trip. I'll be helping Alice, and we're going to be busy up into the wedding day. And the day of, I'm going to be even busier." I explained logically.

Alice nodded, "Sounds like a good reason. But you know we would have found a way to entertain him if he came."

I shook my head, "That's not the point. I travel a lot already, with work and it's only going to increase when I go into business for myself. If we're going to be a couple he has to be able to handle me making trips solo without him accusing me of cheating."

"He accused you of cheating?!" Alice and Emmett gasped at the same time.

I nodded, "Crazy right?"

"Anyone that knows you knows you don't have a dishonest bone in your body," Alice shook her head.

"So he'll be cooling off over the next four days," I dismissed getting mad all over again.

"I'm sorry asking for your help made you and Jacob fight…" Alice apologized, and I could tell she honestly felt bad.

I didn't want to ruin the car ride more by explaining that it was Jake's insecurities that caused our fights and not my need to travel. This argument was actually becoming routine.

He'd accuse me of cheating, I'd tell him he was crazy, we'd argue, I'd leave for my trip and ignore any attempts he made at contacting me for the duration too mad to talk to him. Then I'd return home, he'd come over and apologize with grand words and I'd forgive him.

"Trust me, it's not you at all," I promised trying to shake off my anger.

Emmett shook his head, "Sounds like an insecure wimp if you ask me. You deserve better than that. I suggest you cut him loose, cut your losses, and move on."

That's what I loved about Emmett, where Alice had the ability to make me feel good, Em had the gift to make me see the un-sugarcoated reality. He never told me the truth in a mean way, but out of love.

He was right, the emotional ups and downs were taxing at the very least and despite all of our talks the results were always the same. "Honestly, if things don't change soon, I'll be doing just that."

"Good," Alice nodded in agreement. "Thanks for coming again…I really need you on this."

I smiled, glad that the 'me' part of this was over, "You don't have to keep thanking me Allie. This is your first time planning an event solo. I'd be mad if you didn't as me to be there."

"Three-hundred and fifty guests have me a bit obsessive. I swear if I didn't need to stand by my brother I'd take full reigns just to make sure it goes smoothly." She sighed nervously—which wasn't like her at all.

"Well it's not every day your bother gets married. You should be able to be a part of the wedding and the memories, not just in the back making calls and yelling at florists." I understood. "That's what I'm for."

Alice had planned this wedding to the last tea light but her brother—having always been close—asked her to be his 'best woman'. That meant pictures, activities, actually being a part of the wedding not seeing to the responsibilities of it. Being her best friend I was the only person she trusted enough to hand those responsibilities over to when the time came. Which was a big deal because Allie didn't relinquish power to anyone.

"I need this wedding to go off without a hitch…"Her tone sounded wistful, "For Edward's sake…"

I caught something in her words, "Is something wrong?"

I knew of the middle brother Edward through mentions and pictures but— having decided to attend college and graduate school at Cambridge—we never actually met personally. I knew even less about his fiancé Tanya. Only that they met his first year at Cambridge.

Emmett shrugged, "Might as well tell her, she'll but two and two together this weekend anyway."

Alice sighed, "Let's just say, Tanya isn't my first choice as a sister-in-law."

"Oh." What else could I say?

"And she's not the only one that feels that way," Emmett offered.

That was a shock, Emmett liked everybody, "What's wrong with her?"

Alice shook her head, "She's lovely—"

"Ha! Lovely. More like a self-obsessed brat." Em corrected.

Some Emmett and Alice felt the same. I only had one question, "Have any of you tried to talk to him?"

"The whole family has, but he swears it's what they both want and they're happy." Alice divulged.

"Well then, what can you do?" I sighed at a loss for words since I didn't know either of them enough to tell if it were true or not. I was no relationship expert, but I knew that when two people were set on doing something, you wish them happiness and support them.

"Give him the best wedding I can," Alice nodded resolved, no doubt thinking along the same lines I was.

Emmett on the other hand had a different answer, "Keep the car running out back and pray for a last minute hit of sanity."

"Emmett Cullen—" Alice started to scold, but I was red faced and rolling over in laughter.

"A real event planner prepares for all possibilities but I'm with you Allie." I choked out trying to sober up.

Self-obsessed brat or not; Miss Cambridge University was going to be Tanya Cullen by the end of this weekend.

—

"Look Carlisle, Bella's here," Mrs. Cullen greeted with elation opening the door for me. "How are you been darling?"

The warmth she enveloped me in was so comfortable I didn't want to let her go. "I've been well, Mrs. Cullen, how have you been?"

At first meet, Mrs. Cullen was everything you would want in a mother, and by our second meet she had completely replaced my own. She was intelligent, witty, motherly, passionate, loving, curious, creative, imaginative, but most of all welcoming. We were about the same height, and her wavy caramel colored hair always held back from her face apart from a bang on certain days gave her a classic look that rarely existed anymore.

Her blue eyes rolled and she released me putting her hands on her hips, "How many time to I have to tell you, Mrs. Cullen was my mother-in-law."

"Sorry—sorry," I rushed to apologize, "How have you been Esme?"

She pushed her caramel colored hair out of her face in exasperation. "With family calling from all over, and the weather so unpredictable, delaying flights into Boston—This wedding is driving me completely up the wall. Thank goodness we'll only have to go through this once more with Alice."

"Hopefully," Emmett mumbled ducking in to get my bag out of the rain. I subtly stepped on his foot with my heel and he adjusted, "Hey ma, which room is going to be Bella's?"

"She's sleeping with me." Alice chirped up shaking the rain from her jacket. "You don't mind do you?"

I shook my head, "Not at all."

Esme was still in apology mode, "With all of our children settling in the north east we thought buying a quaint home up here made the most sense for the time being. i knew that we'd need more room eventually."

"Not a problem Esme, it'll be like college all over again." I smiled looking around the house. Quaint wasn't quite the word I would use to describe their five bedroom five bathroom home in one of the most exclusive neighborhoods in Boston but I suppose if you compared it to their home I visited in Florida it could fit.

The house Alice and Emmett grew up in wasn't a house by any means. Alice labeled it as a 'mansionette' but what did I know. The Cullen's were wealthy, but under Esme and Carlisle's guidance they remained humble. Speaking of Carlisle…

"I thought I heard Bella," He grinned hugging me, "How was your fly in sweetheart?"

If I had to describe Carlisle Cullen I'd use words like, compassionate, clever, open-minded, gentle, a man of few words, but caring. He was the only blonde in the family and he wore it perfectly slicked, his grey eyes charmingly youthful.

"Don't get me started…" I groaned dramatically, showing just how bad the flight was. "I'm just glad to be here."

"And we're glad to have you." He promised leading me into front room.

—

I listened to what the five of them had been up to for a good hour and a half, Esme occasionally having to excuse herself to check on dinner. Both of them were terribly adjusting to retirement, Esme throwing herself into teaching an art class Tuesday's and Thursdays, while Carlisle produced several medical articles that had either been published or pending publication.

"I'm telling you, if mom turned her back long enough dad would be in the closest OR scrubbing up waiting to be handed a scalpel." Emmett teased passing me the potatoes so that I could plate myself.

"Fishing isn't for me," he admitted unapologetic, with the same smile.

"So Bella—tell us about your job in San Francisco." Esme insisted.

I continued cutting my chicken as I gave her the rundown. "Well I work for Everlasting Affairs, an event planning firm based in San Francisco. Right now I'm Zafrina's coordinating assistant, but it's been quite a learning experience so far."

"Zafrina…" Esme repeated tossing the name over in her head, "Does she have a last name?"

I comically shook my head, "Luz, but don't tell anyone I told you that. She only goes by Zafrina, much too busy in the here and now to be burdened by such trivial things as surnames."

Emmett chuckled taking a gulp of his wine, "She sounds like a handful."

"She's… erratic," I answered truthfully, "But she's a brilliant planner, and I'm leaning a lot."

"Well that's what's important," Carlisle agreed, much more opening minded than my own father and mother were.

"What about you Allie, have you picked a firm yet?" I asked refilling my wine glass.

She shook her head, "Edward's wedding planning had taken up all of my time. Tanya had changed her mind on events over a dozen times taking me back to square one with each decision."

There was an awkward silence at the mention of Tanya, but I didn't let it linger long, "We'll it's only preparing you for the indecisiveness of actual clients right?"

"Exactly," Alice agreed. "Once the wedding has calmed down, I'll continue my search for a real life job."

A crack of thunder filled the house, the storm going it's best to make purchase on the large bay windows of the dining room. "This weather is starting to feel like an omen."

No—that won't do. The minute I walked in this house, I was officially the Cullen wedding coordinator, and whether I knew the couple or not dwelling on the possibilities of bad things ruining the event was a huge no, no. "Cape Cod is expecting slight drizzles on our first day, and sunny skies for the rest of the weekend."

Carlisle smiled in delight, "Well look at you, already getting to business."

"So when do I meet the bride and groom?" I asked getting down to another point.

Esme grinned at my professionalism, "They are flying directly into Cape Cod for the welcome, so you'll meet them then."

I nodded absorbing that information while Alice added more information, "We're leaving first thing in the morning, so we'll arrive before everyone else just to make sure everything's perfect. We'll go over the plans I've made so far, and I'll give you all of the numbers to make sure it happens."

"Did you print an itinerary?"

She nodded, "Of course. I made one for sunny weather and rain."

"Perfect…" I praised.

Alice grew more excited as we talked, "I was thinking that maybe you can interview both of them, get a feel for how they imagine things and throw in a special touch here and there that I may have missed."

I knew what she was referring to, the 'dream talk' as I called it was slowly but surely becoming my signature that set me apart from other planners. I would have a short five minute talk with each of them, coaxing out their nuptial vision they may have thought was too silly before and dismissed it, and find a subtle way to bring it into their actual day. I would totally be willing to do that for Edward and Tanya, "I'd love to."

We didn't even notice that were completely ignoring the others until we caught the three of them chuckling and whispering about is. "That looks like it's our cue to let the planners do their planning." Carlisle guessed.

"We'll leave you to it." Esme agreed.

"See you in the morning Bella," Emmett smirked dropping two mugs of coffee in front me, and the other in the spot where Alice was sitting.

Puzzled I looked up at him, "Thanks Emmett." Where'd that fairy run off to so quickly?

She came back with a two inch black binder letting it fall between us while she sat on her knees in the chair. I opened it flipping through the well laid out plans for the Cullen wedding weekend. "This is it…"

"That's all of it," She promised trying figure out what I was thinking.

This was going to be a lot to figure out before she handed it over to me in less than twenty four hours, but for Allie, I'd figure it out. "Let's get started…"

—

It honestly wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. When I say Alice took everything into consideration that was an understatement. Every seating arrangement, floral bouquet, and event plan was documented to the letter and most of them even accompanied a picture so that I could make sure it was absolutely perfect.

The theme for the wedding was Summer Masquerade, and there was a weekend full of brunches, rehearsals and activates that fit the concept. Alice decided on the theme because Edward had taken Tanya to Phantom of the Opera for their first date, and every year that they'd been together—also where he proposed.

The entire hour plus drive with Emmett was spent with me recalling details from memory to assure Alice that I got it. Esme and Carlisle decided to drive ahead of us and spare themselves the stress of Alice's obsession.

"Are you ready for this Bells? Once I give you this cellphone, my brother's wedding is officially your baby and I become just another member of the bridal party," She sounded horrified of the thought, and I tried not to take offense.

Emmett turned off the car in front of the hotel, "Just give her the damn phone Alice."

She scowled at him and I used the moment to snatch it away in complete disbelief that she dedicated a separate line to this wedding. "I've got it Alice. Enjoy the wedding now."

"I love you," She hugged me again before we got out to confirm everything we needed.

We requisitioned the Hyannis Harbor Hotel for the night of the welcome party requiring all 136 rooms and then some—other guests that weren't immediate concerns bleeding out into the surrounding hotels for the night. Since there was no real venue in Cape Cod that could accommodate the size of the wedding party Alice acquired a cruise ship that would dock as Lewis Bay and sail around the harbor for the duration of the cocktail party.

"I love you too," I grinned unhooking myself so that I could get out and get to work.

I checked into my room, pleased at the large king size bed, with a balcony overlooking the harbor. I could see myself curling up on the balcony with a book being cooled by the summer breeze coming in from the harbor. Too bad I wouldn't be able to enjoy it, and it only existed to serve the purpose as a place to shower, take a nap and hold my things.

I unzipped my suitcase and looked over my wardrobe. The meet and greet was going to be a semi-formal standing cocktail set up, so I didn't hesitate to pull out my 50's style jade green cocktail dress with black netting along the bottom to trim it. That and my black satin peep toes.

I hurriedly showered, shaved, and washed my hair taming it all up in a high fun ponytail to make my look less serious. I grabbed my phone and shot off a quick text.

Can I take the car? I want to check on the cruise ships progress…-B

It took him a second to answer.

Already? The parties not until five. -Em

I'm a perfectionist if nothing else ;) –B

His next response was quicker.

Lol, sure. The valet number is 898, I'll call down and tell them to get it for you. Alice and I can just ride over with Mom and Dad. Go be brilliant little sis. –Em

Thanks-B

Sliding my feet into foldable flats—every events planners saving grace— I grabbed my over the shoulder bag of necessities, my heels, dress, Alice's wedding book and darted back downstairs.

The dock was bustling with caterers, and crew preparing for the party. I quickly introduced myself to the catering lead, and examined each hors d'oeuvre. After that I hunted down my deejay to check his music selection.

"This won't do." I denied shaking my head at his playlist. It was all stuffy songs that you would hear at an over sixties charity event. Sure it would be appropriate for the older guests in attendance, but what about the people under forty? The couple getting married was only three years older than Allie and I were.

The dee-jay named Eric gave me a flustered 'tell me about it' look. "The lady wasn't very specific in her request. She said classic cocktail party piano accompaniment."

"Oh, Eric, Eric, that's exactly what we're doing. We just need to compromise so no one dies of boredom." Thankfully my iPod was filled with different genres for this type of disasters. "Plug this into your laptop, drag over the last five playlists, and get an idea of what you need. If you need more songs we'll make a few iTunes purchases."

"Sure thing Bella." Eric grinned looking over what I had.

My phone was ringing—not that party planner one— so I shot him a wink before picking it up. "Hey Alice."

"Where are you?" She insisted, and I could hear music in the background.

I looked around at the progress as I talked, "I'm already at the ship—"

"—Is everything okay?" She rushed in a panic. I had to pull the phone away to keep from going death.

"Breath Alice…" I ordered calmly. "Everything is in order, I just wanted to double check. I did fix a potential music problem."

"What music problem?" Alice demanded.

I took a deep breath reminding myself that it's her brother's wedding and she's stressed. "Okay, I will tell you if you promise not to ask about anything else for the rest of the weekend…"

"But—"

"—No 'buts' Allie, you are a normal member of the wedding party now. So you need to start thinking like one." I dictated. "Just trust me."

She let out a deep breath. "I do trust you, that's why I asked you….Okay… no more back seat coordinating."

I waited until I was sure I could believe her, then went on to explain the senior citizens playlist the DJ planned to play during the reception. She scoffed in disbelief, "I told Tanya to tell the guy specifically what she wanted. Obviously she failed."

"Well it's taken care of now," I assured pointing the way for a florist before leaning over the railing to take a break and speak to her properly.

Alice paused for a moment, "So…what did you change it to…"

"You'll know when you get here," I laughed locking eyes with a man in all white on the other end of the deck. His face flushed red like he'd been caught doing something and I could only guess what he was thinking. "Hey I think I just caught the Captain checking out my ass. I gotta call you back."

I straightened up and walked over to him. He stared down at me, his dirty blond hair blowing in the breeze. He didn't look like any Captain I'd ever seen, and the only give away was the uniform. He didn't look over thirty five, "So you're the one that's been turning my ship upside down." He accused with a rough voice filled with humor.

I got straight to business like always, "Just the person I want to see, I need to talk to you about your departure and arrival time for tonight, and the time we need to ferry the guests to the island. I'm worried if this party goes too far over schedule they won't be here early enough to catch us."

He laughed taken aback by my focused demeanor. "Do you need anything else?"

"In fact, yes I do. A place to store this and get changed for the party" I smiled trying not to be too tense, holding up my things.

"Well I have a place for that." He assured leading me back the way he came. "I'm James by the way."

"Pleased to meet you James, I'm Bella…"

—

"It turned out amazing," Alice praised looking around, her silver mask in no way hiding her identity. She had abandoned her date and kidnapped Emmett and Rose to find me. "Isn't it perfect guys?"

Emmett nodded looking around. The entire ship decorated in black, gold, silver and white, each guest in an intricate black or white mask. The wedding party in silver and gold ones—brides side gold, grooms side silver.

Not being in the wedding party, Emmett and Rose each wore a black and white one like me. I didn't even want to ask why he wasn't a groomsmen. You could see Rose roll her hazel eyes through the holes, "Alice stop phishing for complements. We know you put this together and it's amazing. It's good to see you again Bells."

"It was my vision but Bella executed it." She corrected her tiny nose wrinkling. But then she perked up hearing a piano version of 'never say never' play over the speakers. "The music choice is amazing."

Carlisle and Esme found us too both dawning their silver masks, "Oh Bella you've got a mask too?" She grinned kissing my cheek. "You did excellent by the way, have you eaten anything?"

Of course I dressed for the party, and wore a mask. Zafrina said purpose of an event planner is to control a situation in the event of an emergency, and sometimes that meant playing MC, mingling, checking on the kitchen, or whatever else. And the best ones fixed crises without anyone ever knowing there was one. That required not standing out, and nothing called attention like a woman in a pantsuit running around with her head cut off.

I shook my head, "No, I'll grab a bite after it's all done."

Emmett grabbed a mini quiche from a passing platter and waved it close to my mouth. "Eat the quiche, you know you want to. It's good."

Rose rolled her eyes, "Emmett leave her alone. She's trying to be a professional. Cut her some slack."

Emmett ignored her ignoring my protests and rubbing the crust on my locked lips, "Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it."

"Fine," I hissed ignoring their parents laughs taking it from him, "I can feed myself."

I popped it into my mouth and moaned immediately, the taste was like an edible orgasm. "So good…" I agreed with a nod.

Satisfied Esme started obsessing over my dress telling me how stunning the green looked against my ivory color. I blushed continuing to chew.

"Guys, it's about time I found you," A velvet voice called from behind me. "This is all so amazing."

Esme's face lit up with a familiarity, "Edward darling, get over here and meet the girl that's making your welcome party a success."

I turned around and was shocked frozen, the lump of quiche stuck in my throat. I tried to rapidly blink it down—like that was going to work. Even with half of his face covered he was the most beautiful man I'd ever seen. His unruly hair the exact color of Esme's hung over the front of his sliver mask, bringing out the most hypnotic pair of green eyes.

They match my dress... I mentally swooned still unable to gather any real coherent thought. I needed too, because I was running out of air and three seconds away from choking on quiche. This is why you don't eat at an event—Stupid Emmett.

"Oh Edikins there you are…" An English accented woman's voice snapped me out of my haze.

This man is getting married in two days, and you're gaping at him surrounded by his family and fiancé, at the wedding you're coordinating! Get it together Swan, be a professional! I steeled myself to swallow the lump in my throat and extended my hand to him.

"Hello Mr. Cullen, nice to meet you, I'm Isabella Swan…"