A/N Be Kind, people. I haven't written a fanfic since FOREVER. And this is my first multi-chapter one.

This story is very much inspired by jayeliwood's Fanfic Blind, but I like to think I'm a lot tamer when it comes to the love scenes. Inexperienced kid here, hahaha.

And although I would love to say that Edward is mine, All the characters in this fanfiction belong to Stephanie Meyer. Le sigh. So enjoy

Prologue

Giddy. Anxious. Excited. Nervous. My brain was going on overdrive processing all these emotions I felt at the moment. I just didn't see this coming anytime soon. Actually, I never saw this coming at all. Was this really how it was supposed to feel? It was like my stomach has risen to my throat... And had gotten stuck there. I must really be sick.

But I was pretty sure I wasn't sick. I couldn't be. After all, since I had met her... My fiancée, that is ( that term never fails to bring chills down my spine)... I had imagined nothing less. Tomorrow would be my dream come true.

It's Odd how the turn of events had changed my perspective in so many things. If you has asked me a few years ago, my dream come true would have involved a little more color. But lovely as she was, Bella Swan became my personal miracle. She was the color my life had been longing for.

Never mind that I couldn't see her tomorrow when she walked down the aisle. Tomorrow, her touch will affirm me that she was mine, and I, hers for the rest of eternity.

Chapter 1

Edwards POV

How do I look?" I heard Emmet ask. He sounded anxious. I grinned to myself as I buttoned up my polo.

"Alice," I said "I think he's talking to you. " I said indifferently. "It's not like I can contribute to our brother's dillema here" I heard a reaction of " touché" where my bear of a brother was.

"Since when have you headed my advice regarding your fashion sense?" Alice asked. I could tell that she was glad though.

"Since Eddie pointed out that he's not helping me even if he always dresses to impress the women." I heard the frown in my brother's voice.

"There was an easy way thru that dillemma that was proposed back when we were younger, you know. It isn't really that hard to heed our father's advice." I responded.

"Edward makes a point there. You know how mom despises it when people oggle dad" Alice giggled.

"I don't know how asking how I look escalated into this conversation," Emmet asked as he scratched his head. "Is it serioously such a hard question to answer?"

"Answer him, Al. He's going to go berserk if Rosalie turns him down for being late." My twin laughed, tapping my shoulder.

"So that's what this is about." she quipped. "It'll have to do. We don't have the time to get a few more things straight."

Emmet huffed in disappointment, almost like he was giving up like it was a lost cause. "Fine. Let me fetch Rose and the rest of the gang. Jazz says he'll be here to help you in a while. Ed... You know the drill..."

Indeed I did. Somehow my family all loved hosting parties, something I apparently had not inherited. Maybe it was an immediate reaction to the fact that as a child; I was a magnet for disaster. My less than graceful manner towards almost anyhing , I had grown out of, but I never gained that affinity for parties, which my twin sister absolutely loved. It might have had something to do with the fact that my heightened senses would go haywire with the music and sorely boisterous gossip that goes on incessantaly until the wee hours of the evening.

Of course that wouldn't probably be a problem was I like most people around me. But one thing I'd learned since I'd lost my eyesight a good half of my life ago is that there really wasn't any point in moping. I had to get on with my life, no matter how different things had to be for me. Mom and Dad catered to my needs best as they could, but I'm glad they never wen overboard with their being overprotective. Sure, they spoiled me, but I was happy they let me make my own mistakes.

Mother and father were at the top of their game in their respective fields of specialty. Dad was a surgeon, and mom was a style consultant. Busy as they always were, they never failed to make time to socialize with their colleagues, and more importantly to build a relationship with us, their children.

I didn't realize how long I'd been drowned in thought until the roar of Emmet's jeep revved from underneath us. I fiddled with my polo mindlessly buttoning and unbuttoning the top every so often.

"Oh, for Christ's sake, Edward!" Alice made her way towards me. She unbuttoned the top, revealing a little more skin than I was used to. She smoothed out my collar and I sighed.

"Do you always have to be this giddy when we have a party?You're going to drive me nuts!" she snapped at me. I mouthed her an apology.

"You know why I hate parties, Alice." I responded.

"And Lord knows that the reason is ridiculous." she said. "This will be good for you, Edward. You're the new kid to our batch and it would do you good to make some friends. "

I gave in. I knew she was right. I had been the one that convinced my parents that I wanted to enter a regular college. I was on my junior year already, and I knew I had to learn to deal with other people whether or not I liked it. Tonight, I would have to suck it in. Endure the migraine. A little sacrifice, just for that evening.