I was nervous. No, more than that really. The day that Edward would change me was coming up fast. Even faster, was the wedding. Things had pretty much gone the way I'd thought they would when we'd told Charlie and Renee. They were predictable. For some reason, that made me sad. I wondered if I'd remember that a hundred years from now. I twirled on the pedestal I was standing on, thinking about their reactions. Charlie had turned an interesting combination shade of red and purple, but didn't say anything. For a second I'd been worried that he'd have a heart attack. Renee had freaked out on me, asking how I could be so irresponsible. It had taken me a minute to understand what she'd been getting at. It then took me another twenty minutes to convince her that no, I wasn't pregnant. After that I got the feeling that she'd almost rather that be the case, that way, at least there would be a reason to justify this hasty marriage.
"Bella?" Alice's voice snapped me out of my reverie.
"Sorry Alice." I smiled apologetically, but I could tell that it didn't reach my eyes.
"So, I think that they should maybe bring the hem up a tad, and fix the area around your waist since it's too big there."
I nodded absently, going along with whatever she said, not really listening. "Whatever you say Alice." I mumbled, staring at myself in the mirror. The long, lacy dress really was beautiful. As I rested my hands on my hips the glinting of the ring that currently resided on my left ring finger caught my eye. I exhaled and thought about Edward. I really loved him. I knew that people who weren't in the know, a.k.a. everyone who weren't the Cullens and myself, thought that this was just a highschool fling. That we'd be over in three years. Yeah, try like, three hundred, maybe. Edward and I weren't going to break up any time soon. Most girls would probably be bothered if the boy they were going to marry was a vampire. Not me. It probably helped a little he and his family were 'vegetarians'.
"Hey Bella, do you think you could stop spiraling off into day dreams long enough to take the dress off?" She asked, smirking.
"Oops." I stepped down from the pedestal and pulled off the veil. "So, what else is on the agenda for today?" I asked turning my back to Alice so she could undo the pearl buttons that trailed down my back.
As her cool fingers worked swiftly, she didn't say anything. "Well, Bella, don't overreact, but..." She trailed off.
"Alice. Tell me. Now." I growled at her over my shoulder.
"Okay, so, I was thinking, that..." Ick. I definately knew where this was going.
"Alice, not more shopping. Seriously, how many things can one girl need?" I shook my head at her and slipped the dress off and onto the hanger. I'd worn a tank top and boxer shorts underneath, but now I reached for my clothes.
"But, Bella...We need..." She then went on to rattle off a list of things. I didn't even try to listen. After I'd pulled my clothes back on, I turned to face her.
"Alice, seriously. We probably already have at least one of half of the things on that list. All the rest is probably stuff you can get without me."
She heaved a sigh. "Fine."
"What time is everyone else getting back from hunting?" I asked as I twirled my long hair up into a ponytail.
"Uh...they'll be home in half an hour. Why?"
"Because that means we can't get everything on that hefty list in half an hour, and we can't go over half an hour since that's when you are leaving." Alice had stayed behind with me because there was a dress fitting that "I absolutely could NOT miss". She wouldn't even let me suggest that I go by myself or with Angela.
Every time I had suggested this, she just pulled out the "Bella don't you love me?" face all over again. Alice studied my face very carefully. "You know Bella, I'm getting the feeling that I'm more excited about your wedding than you are."
"Of course not Alice. No one gets as excited about anything as you do ever." I teased gently.
She heaved another sigh as she led me out to Edward's Volvo that he'd insisted we use for the day, and we made our way back to the house.
