Disclaimer: I DO own Twilight!!! (reverse psychology xP)
She looked a vision in white. She wore the strapless Vera Wang dress with the ruffles around the bottom that I picked out for her. And she looked better than I could ever imagine myself in it. Her bouquet of flowers was of pink and peach roses, the colors I picked for her. Her hair was loose and flowing down her back. It had taken me two hours to get it perfect. She wore the Quileute tiara my grandma left for me for my wedding under her veil. She was getting married to Jacob Black on the Honolulu beach where Seth and I acted out my fake weddings so many times as little kids.
The wedding was beautiful, better than I had pictured it in my mind. There was only one little detail; it was Renesmee walking down the aisle, so breathtaking that everyone's heart stopped, while I was smiling off to the side in my little peach bridesmaid dress. I was fine with it, however. If I squinted hard enough, I could almost imagine that it was me living out this fairytale life, not her.
When she threw the bouquet, she made sure it hit me square in the chest. I simply stood there; my arms crossed, and let it bounce off my chest. I didn't need it. Because in my mind's eye, I was living my fantasy, marrying the perfect man and living in the perfect life. Right now, I was Renesmee. I was happy.
But I knew that tonight, when my delusions ended, Renesmee would be the one snuggled up in Jacob's arms and I'd be the one alone in my bed, staring at my ceiling and trying not to make too much noise crying. But for now, I was perfectly happy in my own little world of make-believe. So fairytales do exist… But not for me.
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