Bella's POV
He's a god. His whole family. They're all deities in disguise.
No one could ever be as perfect as them. Just sitting with them made everything I do seem more awkward and clumsy than it already is.
It was almost depressing how perfect they were. If I didn't know I was going to be just like them in a few weeks, I would be awfully miserable.
"Edward! She can't wear jeans to a wedding! Especially not her own wedding!"
Alice was getting frustrated. Ever since I told her she could plan the wedding, she's been trying to get me out dress shopping. Fortunately, Edward hasn't let me leave his side.
"She can wear jeans if she wants to. It's her wedding."
Edward was trying his best to let me have the wedding my way, but fighting with Alice is like fighting against a level five hurricane. It can rip apart even the most handsome, god-like, sweet, generous-
"Bella?"
When I realized Alice was talking to me, I blushed slightly.
"You don't want to wear jeans to your wedding do you?" She looked at me like a little girl who had just lost her puppy.
"Of course not Alice," I reassured her.
Her face brightened considerably. "I knew you wouldn't!"
"Are you sure Bella?" Edward asked me. "We're doing this your way. If you want a casual wedding than-"
I placed a finger to his flawless lips. "Edward," I said slowly. "I do not want to get married in jeans."
He smiled and kissed my finger. I knew this made him happy.
"We'll have to go shopping tomorrow than!" Alice said cheerfully, and she bounced off.
I groaned and tried to hide in Edward's arms.
He chuckled. "You were the one who didn't want to get married in jeans."
"Will you come with me?" I asked. "It will be much less painful with you there."
He chuckled again, and held me tighter. "I would, really, but I haven't hunted in days and…" He gave me the same lost puppy face as Alice.
My heart melted. I sighed. It must be a family secret. Once we're married, I've got to learn how to make that face.