"Actually honey, its only illegal in America, but in England it isn't." i mom explained, like i was a 2 year old or something.
"Now why don't you start packing, Carlisle will be here soon." With that she left my room.
I am Isabella Marie Swan. I have brown hair and brown hair. My skin is pale, and i am 5'5. My hair goes down to m waist in waves, and right now i hate my life more than anything!
"Ms. Swan, your ride is here." My maid Angela told me. She was also my best friend.
"Angela how many times should i tell you not to call me Ms. Swan? Call me Bella, ok." I smiled
"Yes M-i mean Bella." Angela smiled. I grinned.
I left my room. I bet i am never going to see my room ever agian. Ugh! getting married! What if he is ugly!!!!! I cant believe what i am going to do. Ok Bella, lets just go ok. I was wearing dark blue skinny jeans, my brown uggs, a white Hollister shirt, and my brown northface denali jacket. My hair was in loose curls. I had light make up on. Hey I had a reputation. I know i am such a teen. Like i care. Lets just get this over with i thought as i got into the black BMW.