Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters. Ms. Meyer does.

A/N: To those who are reading this story, thank you so much for trying it. And hopefully you like it (enough to review *wink*). I am attempting another story. And for those who are wondering on whether or not I'm finishing my other stories, I'm going to try... if inspiration strikes but I started writing 1-2 years ago and I feel like my previous plot-lines weren't that interesting. Again, I'm still not sure on this decision; but if you liked my other stories and want to see more, review and let me know.

Chapter 1: Prologue

BPOV - Present Day

"C'mon Swan, you can do this. You're a mature adult who is completely and totally over him. You can do this", I muttered under my breath for the millionth time.

I sigh to the empty bathroom before smirking slightly when I caught my reflection. I wasn't shallow or cocky by any means when it came to my looks but even I knew I looked pretty enough for today. Today. That one word brought back all the butterflies I tried so hard to quench this past hour.

Four years later with a bachelor's degree in my pocket and a completely new mindset and attitude, I was still so nervous. I was just glad that I dressed comfortably in my simple cardigan, loose shirt, my favorite worn jeans which apparently "hugged my curves beautifully" according to Angela and Tanya and my trusty flats for today, foregoing Tanya's, one of my closest friends, suggestion to wear heels.

Even though I wore them pretty much everyday at the big publishing firm I worked in at New York didn't mean I enjoyed them. I certainly didn't want to trip in front of everyone and make a fool of myself. Again.

"Nonstop flight to Port Angeles Washington is ready to board. All passengers for a nonstop flight to Port Angeles Washington please head to the boarding station. Thank you," the airport intercom beeped, causing me to jump in surprise.

I reapplied my lipstick, refluffed my hair that Tanya and Angela helped me meticulously curl (which I saw no point in doing, seeing how it will get messed up during the 8 hour trip to Washington but something about "looking my best" or whatever had me following them) and adjusted my shirt one more time before inhaling deeply.

Here goes nothing, I thought before grabbing my bags and heading towards the plane.

- 30 minutes later -

"At this time, we ask that you please put away all your electronic devices as we will be getting ready for take off," the offly cheery flight attendant announced.

After replying to one last email, I turned off my phone and tugged on my seatbelt to make sure it was secure. I dug into my bag to get out the current manuscript I was editing when I saw the folded letter from my dad, the main reason why I was on this trip in the first place. I opened it for what seemed like the millionth time, already preparing myself for the onslaught of butterflies it brought.

You are cordially invited to the wedding of Charlie Swan and Sue Clearwater. Saturday the Twenty-third of December Two Thousand and Fourteen. 451 Forks, Washington at the Calvary Chapel.

I smiled at the neat script and couldn't help but giggle quietly at the thought of my dad, the strict and sometimes stoic Chief of Police, picking out the complex font and lavender color of this formal stationery.

I truly was happy for him. He deserved to find his true other half after sacrificing so much for me after Renee left. And even though they were and still are in good terms, my dad looked after me more than my mom ever did.

I was even happier when I found out that Sue wanted me to be one of her bridesmaid while Leah was appointed as maid of honor. With my busy schedule and long distance from Forks, it didn't give me the flexibility I needed to be the maid of honor and my wonderful step sister happily took on the job.

Thinking about my step siblings, Leah and Seth, brought a smile to my face. Although we weren't as close as I'd like, we got along really well. It was just sad that my dad met Sue after high school which meant that I already left Forks by then. I shook my head, refusing to think of the reason why I left my hometown.

Fortunately, my step siblings and I still got to know each other over the years and have gotten close. I was really looking forward to seeing them again. My last visit was too long ago.

Thinking about visiting them and seeing my parents' other guests brought back the nerves. I already knew I was screwed. Over the phone, my dad told me, as nonchalantly as he could, that they would be there. That he would be there.

I shut my eyes tight as I forced myself to say his name.

Edward Cullen.

I wasn't looking forward to meeting him, along with his family. It wasn't because I hated them; I think it'd be impossible to hate a family as loving as them. It was more of they were associated with him and brought too many painful memories that I knew I had to stay away.

After all, Edward, my ex-bestfriend extraordinaire, partner in crime and my (or at least in the past) love of my life chose someone else. And that didn't bother me. Nope. Not one bit.

Keep telling yourself that, Swan, my subconscious piped.

"Miss, could please put your bag on the floor. The plane is boarding in two minutes," the flight attendant asked, thankfully bringing me out of my stupor.

I nodded stiffly and placed my bag on the floor. I got out the manuscript and put back the letter, refusing to think about it for now. I took out my pen and shut the window to my right. I looked around the cabin and saw a mother and son sitting a few seats away from me. The small boy was playing with a bunch of dominoes, giggling all the while as he watched blocks topple over. As the plane was boarding, the most perfect metaphor for my predicament brought a rueful smile to my face.

Edward and I were like dominoes. I fell for him while he fell for another.

Who cares? That doesn't change a thing. He didn't love me and only saw me as a friend while I thought we could be something more. I was obviously wrong and now, there could be nothing done but just move on. He has a life, probably with Kate, with twenty babies for all I knew while I have my own in New York. Not a big deal.

As the I felt the plane move, I couldn't help but think that I was happy that I chose to fly business class for this trip and wasn't forced to sit next to anyone. I can already tell that this was going to be a long flight and an even longer trip home for the wedding.

A/N: You guys like this Bella so far? Next up is a flashback to see what caused her to leave.

I'm in dire need of a beta, so if you're interested, please let me know ASAP!