I knew Bella had made it a requirement of the wedding that Jacob not be invited, but I also knew that I had to do this. I was almost completely certain that Jacob wouldn't R.S.V.P. or if he did, he'd say no, but as I dropped the heavy invitation into the mailbox, I could be sure. If things had gone the other way, I would have wanted to be there, to see Bella happy and loved. I wasn't entirely sure Jacob felt the same though. I thought back to the letter that had been enclosed in the back. I felt bad that Jacob was left with the short end of the stick, mainly for Bella's sake, but I still felt bad. I didn't feel bad enough to tell Bella that she should be with him though. I'd never feel bad enough for that. I thought back to that first night, the one that I'd stayed with her. For a long time I'd thought that finally getting to be with Bella would be the happiest moment I'd ever had. That was before I made the worst decision of my incredibly long life, however. The night after returning from Volterra was probably number two. Knowing that Bella could still love me after everything that I'd said and done...that was heaven. My number one night, of course, was the night she agreed to marry me. For the first time in a long time, we'd been completely alone. There was no Charlie in the next room, no houseful of vampires. It'd just been us, and although the days that followed weren't exactly the greatest, all I could think about was the way the ring had fit her finger perfectly. I couldn't really remember my mother, but the few hazy moments and what Carlisle told me added to my belief that she, like Bella, would've been fearless in situations that would give other people heart attacks. As I slipped into the Volvo and sped away from the post office, all I could think about was getting back to Bella.