Bella's POV
"Alice, is this really necessary?" I questioned while being poked and prodded with various instruments of beauty experimentation.
"Bella! It's your wedding day!"
The word wedding made me slightly nauseous. I couldn't believe the day had actually come. Charlie had survived Edward and I telling him that we were engaged, he wasn't very happy but he said he saw it coming. I think he also asked if I was pregnant, but that was of course when Edward had left. I try to block out that whole moment of father daughter discomfort.
Alice had planned the entire thing down to every last flower and stand of charmeuse (whatever that was. Both Rosalie and Alice had stressed its importance.) All I had to do was sit through hours of Alice's beatification torture. She wrapped various strands of my hair around the barrel of a curling iron laying on the hairspray thick enough to kill me. It seemed that coughing only made the aerosol come in more concentrated amounts.
She swept the cluster of curls back behind my head with various bobby pins. Convincing me their only purpose was to stick and stab into my scalp. She continued to curl and pin until every last curly piece was tucked into a swirled bun type cluster.
Alice turned around and rifled through drawers until she produced what looked like a small toolbox. She lifted the lid to reveal various forms and colors of makeup. It seemed her collection had grown since she last painted me up for prom. Alice grabbed and eyeliner pencil and began smudging it onto my closed eyelids.
"Open." She commanded. I followed my directions and snapped open my eyes. Alice took a few dance-like steps back while biting her lower lip evaluating her work.
"Rosalie!" She called, "Can you help?" My mind raced with what more they could possibly do to me.
"Of course I can!" Rosalie chirped popping into the room. Her bridesmaids dress was absolutely stunning. The deep peach colored satin off the shoulder dress showed her off in all the perfect places.
"What else does she need?" Alice asked rooting through the toolbox.
"Mascara, curl her eyelashes, blush, and some clear lip gloss" Rosalie responded quickly pulling out a strange metal contraption and a black tube.
Rosalie raked my eyelashes through with the sticky black liquid coaxing them outward. Before I could scream and object she placed the cold metal eyelash curler up to my eye and squeezed it tightly pinching my flesh. I winced, they laughed. Rosalie finished with my eyelashes leaving Alice standing with a light pink power in her hands.
"Um, Alice. You know I'll be blushing enough on my own. I don't think I need any assistance in doing so." I pleaded. Alice smiled and threw the powder back into the box.
Instead she plastered my lips with a clear sticky substance. They both retreated backwards staring at me smiling, admiring their work. Alice grabbed my hand and pulled me upward and led me to the bride's room. They both pulled the white dress onto my quaking body.
"How is Edward not seeing this?" I asked smoothing the skirt of my dress. They both laughed.
"Well," Alice started. "I'm reciting my speech over and over again in various languages"
I looked over at Rosalie.
"What?" She asked quietly. "I'm thinking about what shoes I'm going to wear, so I'm thinking about each individual pair of shoes I own. Don't worry!" She had a very valid point.
They both looked me up and down repeatedly. Alice piped up. "I think we're ready"
Charlie was waiting for me when I came to meet him. His eyes were filling with tears. I had never seen him cry before and it broke my heart.
"Bella..." He choked out. "Are you sure"
I rolled my eyes. He couldn't fathom how completely and utterly sure I was about this wedding.
"Dad, I am so sure." I fought back the tears as much as I could knowing that Alice would yell at me for messing up her makeup work. "I love him." I whispered quietly. Charlie leaned down and kissed my forehead.
"That's all I need to know."
Pachelbel canon in dbegan playing signaling Esme, Rosalie, and Alice to walk through the arch of white roses that Alice had insisted on. Charlie squeezed my arm as he smiled a teary smile.
"You look beautiful" He stuttered when we began walking forward. I looked down the long white aisle toward Edward. He was breathtaking standing in all his perfection. His topaz eyes completely focused on me. I couldn't breathe and I could feel the heat in my cheeks when Edward flashed my favorite smile. It was happening. I was going to marry the man, no, the vampire that I loved.