Chapter One:
New Faces:
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"Do you, Isabella Marie Swan, take this man, Edward Anthony Cullen, to be your . . ." the priest called from beside me. His words were of little interest to me, because I was so nervous. Edward's arms were outstretched, mine copied his. Our hands dangled in mid-air, squeezed together, trembling. He was nervous, and I could tell. I looked at his hands, pale, cold; his arms, so muscular. I stared at his perfect shoulders, they were broadened deeply. His strong chin, his thin cheeks, yet hard cheekbones. The dark irises under his eyes were darker than ever; his eyes were turning black. He was thirsty. His nose came to a perfect point at the tip of his face. His hair was tasseled, bronze, and blonde.
"To have, and to hold, until you both shall die?" Mr. Weber interrupted my thoughts. "I do," I whispered sheepishly, scared to death of what my mother would do once I said those words. I looked up at Edward's beaming face, shining with pride. I wasn't quite sure why he wanted me so much. I wasn't quite sure why for some unfathomable reason he wanted to be with me, but he did.
"I do," he practically shouted. It reminded me somewhat of Emmett's booming laugh. I looked up at him, but the reflection was not Edward.
Dark skin, stared at me. Shaggy black hair, with big brown-black eyes. Big white teeth smiled at me, his grin reaching from eye to eye. My wolf, my Jacob. . .