Alice had promised me nothing big, or fancy, she knew her limits, well at least I thought she had. Her former knowledge of my limits were now overshadowed in her physic little head with cakes, and flowers, and dresses. Much to my resent, I was her manikin as she buzzed around me like bee, her spiky black hair playing up the part.

"Alice," I sighed, " I already told you, I like those ones," I told her pointing to an arrangement of simple white roses with long green steams. But she didn't even turn to look at me.

"Be patient Bella," she muttered, touching a fluffy red flower that reminded me of a hungry flame.

I let out a long exaggerated sigh, she knew she was under my rules.

"Alright," she snapped, turning to look at me, her porcelain forehead folded into three perfectly straight lines, "We'll get the white ones, but would you please think of having some different colored flowers, you know, just some accent colors."

"Who's wedding is this?" I asked her, only cringing slightly at the word.

"Yours… but as your maid of honor I have prominent input," she smiled, her voice smug, yet still held the sound so close to that of the tinkling of bells.

I scolded at her honey golden eyes and stormed to the front of the tiny florist shop. Naturally, Alice was already there.

"You know I'm going to win," I told her jarringly, as a bell sounded overhead as we exited the store.

"Oh, I know who's going to win, so I suggest you think carefully about your favorite accent color," she smiled angelically, as my skin grew hot and I fought the urge to stick out my tongue.

We got into the Porsche, onto our next destination , I silently sighed in relief as I realized who would be waiting at this destination. Alice, more in tune with my heart rate then I was usually comfortable with, turned to me with a devilish smile on her naturally pale face.

"Does that mean I should drive extra fast?" she asked me, already shoving the key into the ignition. I didn't think that the speed Alice usually drove could increase, but I wasn't taking any chances.

"You know, human speed isn't too bad, you should try it some time," I said nervously as she pushed her foot onto the peddle.

She glanced at me, a while ago the fact that she was already jeering out of the parking space would have worried me. " Bella, your human speed is enough for both of us," she smiled, followed by a her pixie laugh.

Staying mad at Alice for long would be a full time job. I laughed with her, not even attempting to deny the obvious.

As the world blurred ashen behind the tinted window of the Porsche, I involuntarily stroked the ring on my hand. The wedding was so close that when I thought about it, I could see it, the whole scene, playing on the insides of my eyelids. Yet, it felt like a different life time, like a movie or book I had read, the idea that it was happening to me made my insides feel hollow. Though I knew the wedding wasn't what I should be concerned about. If anyone besides The Cullen's knew about my post-marriage plans, they would think that a wedding would be the least of my worries. But those plans, after the wedding that is, were set in stone long ago, and worrying about it know would be wasteful and ridiculous.

I knew we were there because the car had stopped and Alice was already at my door.

"Come on," she squealed, lifting me out of the car, throwing me to my feet as if I was a pillow.

We were at the chapel that the wedding would take place at. It was big and white and had a brick walkway that was lined with white flowers. That, I liked.

"Oh Bella, it's beautiful," Alice gushed as she pulled me along with her hand has if I was rag doll.

"It is," I agreed in awe.

Alice took the stairs two by two leaving me at my snail pace as trailed my fingers along the metal handrail leading up the stairs. I imagined my hand in a white lace glove, long and elegant as it traced down the metal vine railing. My other hand would be wrapped around his arm, and they're would be cheering and we would run, laughing and dodging rice as we made our way to the horse drawn carriage… I pulled my hand back when I realized I was getting too carried away. This wedding was just a façade. He knew that not even matrimony could make what we have more official, and a wedding was not what I had wanted in the first place. I certainly should not be fantasizing about it.

What I should be fantasizing about, stood ten feet in front of me. Though not even a fantasy could capture him perfectly. Edward gazed at me his eyes a speckled butterscotch that me melt inside and out. My shoulders rose and fell as I took in a deep breathe of relief, as if his presence had somehow dismissed a deep pain that I had not before realized.

One side of his mouth lifted, and then the other as he walked over, slowly for him, to my frozen body. He took my hand so carefully as if it was a unhatched egg.

"Tell me," he whispered, his sweet breath circling my head like a slow moving tornado, "When was the last time I kissed you?" He wrapped his arms around my waist.

I concentrated and tried, unsuccessfully, to ignore his lips that brushed against my cheekbone softly.

"Um, this morning," I told him, focusing on my breathing.

"Too long," he whispered into the indentation above my collar bone.

He straighten up and brought my chin with him. He bent down and gingerly touched his lips to mine, and I turned to dust right there in his arms. You think I would ever get used to his talent of making me into putty. A few seconds later he pulled away and smiled.

"So how was your day?," he asked me hesitantly, as if he was afraid to know the answer.

I sighed and decided to give Alice the benefit of the doubt considering she had helped me so much, even though her ideas weren't always my first choice. "It wasn't … horrible," I allowed.

He chuckled twisting a piece of hair from the nape of my neck around his finger.

"How was your day?" I asked him not wanting to be rude.

"My day doesn't begin until I see you, therefore everyday is perfect."

I could feel myself blush and that made him grin wider as he traced his fingers along the pattern of my permanently pink stained cheeks.

Finally he replaced my waist with my hand and we traveled up the concrete stairs, as I carefully calculated the odds of me tripping while in the two inch heels I had been planning to wear, the odds were very good.

"You can wear flats you know," he whispered to me as he held open the stocky wooden door.

"Stay out of my brain," I warned him as we stepped inside, a floral smell wrapping around me like a heavy blanket.

"I couldn't be in your brain if I wanted to be," he reminded me a wary smirk.

I didn't have a chance to answer because Alice was suddenly on my other side, her excitement literally radiating from her small features. "What do you think Bella?" she squealed tugging lightly on my other arm.

I looked around for the first time and noticed something that made me cringe a little, I felt Edward lightly squeeze my hand. "Um Alice," I said nervously, " I don't think we'll have enough guests to fill up all those seats."

Her forehead wrinkled and she looked around, "There's two-hundred and fifty seats," she said confused.

I caught on quicker then I usually did, "Alice, exactly, how many people did you invite?"

"Just two-hundred and fifty five," she answered innocently, "but don't worry, people always cancel."

"Alice," I screeched, trying hard to keep my voice low in the echoing chapel, " I don't know that many people! I don't know half that many people!"

"Bella," she said her voice low and stern, "this wedding isn't only yours."

I looked up to Edward quickly who was glaring at Alice until he saw my expression and his face smoothed out into sympathy. He cupped his hands around my jawbone and spoke with his forehead against mine.

"Bella, It's going to be absolutely fine. How many times do I have to promise you that?"

"You're not the physic" I muttered, directing my eyes toward Alice.

He sighed and dropped his hands.

"Bella honestly, I'm hurt. Do you really think that you're wedding will be a disaster?" Alice asked.

"No," I admitted, "I don't think that."

"Then stop bringing everyone down, and help me get this wedding into action. We only have two weeks left," she reminded me, dancing up to the front row.

Two weeks. I was pretty sure my heart just sputtered to a stop. I really needed to get better at this remembering important dates disability of mine.

Suddenly I felt two stone arms constrict around me from behind. "I may not be a physic," he mumbled into my throat, "But I can hear the physic's thoughts, and Alice sees the wedding to be a success."

"She's also seen me die, and that obviously didn't happen," I mumbled almost incoherently.

He froze, his entire body became rigid behind me and I regretted bringing it up. I twisted in his arms and threw my arms around his neck.

"We still need to pick a song," I reminded him, instantly regretting bringing that up too. The pain in his face subsided gently as he began to sway me back and forth.

"You're really letting me twirl you around in front of all those people," he smirked, taking my finger and spinning me once, and I actually didn't fall.

"Is there any way out of it?" I asked hopelessly.

"Absolutely not."

"Then consider me your personal ballerina," I sighed.

He chuckled and dipped me so low my hair brushed the ground.

"Hey Bella," a booming voice hit my hears like a bullet as I jumped, still partly upside down.

Edward carefully lifted me back up and waited till I regained balance on my own two feet. Emmett grinned at me, his brawny smile matching the rest of his features.

"Emmett," I smiled, "What are you doing here?"

"Everyone's here," he laughed pointing to the rest of the Cullen family who were gathered around Alice as she showed them a selection of candles. I noticed Rosalie in a chair, secluded from everyone. Her face was grave and she stared straight ahead. I felt bad for Rosalie, with my natural dislike of her aside, I really did feel bad. The whole wedding thing was a touchy subject for Rosalie and Jasper was exhausted from draining the envy out of her all the time. It still awed me that Rosalie could possibly be envious of anything related to myself. Rosalie was beautiful , breath takingly beautiful, just like all the Cullens, and she was somehow jealous, of me? Though the wedding I could understand. The one time Rosalie had truly opened up to me was when she explained how her wedding had never really gone through, and had ended with the murder of her fiancée.

I came out of my little flashback when Emmett lightly punched me in the shoulder, lightly for him was still sure to leave a bruise. "We all thought we should probably get a head start on coating the floor with something sticky, peanut butter perhaps? We wouldn't want our Bella to tumble down the aisle," he smirked.

"How generous of you all," I mumbled sarcastically, my cheeks still flooding with fresh blush.

Emmett laughed, the chapel made his laughter even louder.

Sorry for the sudden stop, but i'm not sure if its good and if I should keep writing. Review please!