Alice wondered where he was. She had been curled into a perfect little pixie ball the size of an ogres fist. If ogres existed. In front of her pretty French doors. Wide open, still staring at what was left of a sacred event that took place the night before. Her brother's wedding. She had to pretend everything was okay for it. While her husband had to do the same. Tears were rolling down her petite structured jaw line in a puddle. All of a sudden there was a brisk knock at the door. Alley? She recognized Emmet's husky voice and jumped to her feet. Yeah Emmett? You know what time it is Alley? We're leaving in thirty minutes and you have not even come down with a bag or even a purse. Usually your stuff is packed by the door the night before. You okay sis?
Emmet was not one to worry about anyone he didn't feel like he needed to, but with Alice (he always called her alley) it was completely different. Everyone seemed to think of her as this fragile delicate creature. Strong as she was. She was still the sweetest, most kind hearted person you will ever meet. She tried to dry her eyes quickly, in order to get to her door, but Emmet told her to just call him when she needed him. God she thought. They don't know yet. The celebration trip she had been planning was officially missing a family member. Not including Edward and Bella as they were on their honeymoon, but Jasper her husband was gone. For how long she didn't know. She tried very hard to gain composure. Made it to the bathroom and looked in her huge mirror. She pictured Jasper behind her. Cuddling her as he often did in the morning. All of a sudden she had a painstaking thought. How real everything was that was happening around her. Vampire or not this was hell. She lowered her head and began to sob silently. Hands over her eyes. Today was not going to go like she had planned at all.
