This was the best day of her life. Nothing could ever compare to this, not even Carlisle's proposal, not even the silk-smooth feel of the platnium ring against her ring finger.

He squeezed her hand gently, and Esme, excited beyond measure, squeezed back harder, almost as hard as she could. He yelped, just loud enough for her and Edward to hear. She giggled, just as quietly, giddy with happiness.

Edward pursed his lips behind her, trying to keep from laughing. Obviously something in her thoughts......

Or Carlisle's.

If she could blush, she would.

The minister's weak but somehow pleasant voice broke the silence.......

"Do you, Carlisle Cullen, take Esme Anne Platt Evenson to be your lawful wedded wife, through sickness and in health............."

Esme smiled and looked at Carlisle, who, not to be surprised or anything, was looking straight back at her with a look of pure love and happiness.

"Yes, I do," he answered without hesitating.

Edward smiled.

Esme looked at the minister now, as he read to her. She knew he knew the words by heart.

"Do you, Esme Anne Platt Evenson, take Carlisle Cullen to be your lawful wedded husband, through sickness and in health.........."

Esme looked down instead of at Carlisle, forgetting that she couldn't blush. Her green skirt and brown shoes stared back up at her.

"Mrs. Evenson?" asked the minister. Esme looked up to find that Edward, Carlisle and the minister were all looking at her expectantly. Her soon to be husband smiled reassuringly. Chagrin washed over her, a sheepish grin covering her face even as she said,

"I do."