Pre-wedding Jitters BPOV
"Bella, what are you so worried about?" Alice asked me in a hushed tone. I looked at her with a strong grimace, "Al, this is SERIOUS. Renee is happy, but only after the panic attack she had that her 18-year-old daughter is going to be married! Charlie, on the other hand, wants to murder Edward. He thinks that I'm depressed or something and that I'm making a wrong decision." She just stared at me silently. Alice grabbed my hands gently, and swung them side-to-side playfully. I shook her off not in the mood for games.
At the door I heard an impatient knock. Rosalie busted in before either of us could get it. She was wearing the bridesmaid dress that Alice picked out: strapless, made of baby blue satin. It went just past Rose's knees. "ALICE! This is the LAST time you will EVER pick out something for me to wear!" She stomped her foot angrily. Tears bled from her caramel eyes. "I don't want to look fat on someone's wedding day that I'm not very fond about!" she finished. Her sobs traveled to me: how could she be so hurtful to me when I was in the room? And why was she worrying about her fat-content when I was having a meltdown. "Rose, do you see what you're doing to our little Bella? She is trying to have the best night of her life, when she feels like crap and is so nervous, she could puke out her intestines!" Both Rosalie and I flinched at the thought.
I sat on the silver leather couch in my traditional wedding dress. I shuddered. My wedding dress. What could I do now, play runaway bride or something? Edward wouldn't have it. Edward… what is going through his mind right now? He was probably off laughing with Emmett and Jasper. TAP. Great, another visitor to Alice's Psychiatry office/ room. Esme peeked through the door. She walked up to me slowly, with a satisfied smile, and sighed. She sat on the couch next to me "Bella, No need to cry, dear. I know your not feeling your best today, but you'll get through it. I trust that it will all work out. I have faith in you, Bells." She hugged me, and I cried on her shoulder. I let out a moan, "I really don't want to go through this," I chocked on the words, "It seems like the only reason for this is because of… of sex!" I wailed. The only one who was alarmed was Rosalie. She was probably imagining the pleasurable 'bear fights' she had with Emmett every single night.
Esme felt the awkward silence come in to play, so she left the room swiftly. I looked over at Alice, when her cell phone buzzed. "…Uh huh… oooh… are you sure? … I'll tell her," She hung us and practically lunged at me. "Ed's got some pre wedding jitters, Bells. He's feeling the same way as you, I guess he's strung across a church pew- crying," She explained. Edward and his brothers decided to relocate to the church to get ready. Rosalie snickered at the thought of Edward on the church bench crying. If I was a little bit more comfortable around her, I would have punched her in the arm.
Then, the silence was over when Esme called from downstairs, "Time to go, girls!" That was all I remembered before the wedding.