A/N: Okay, so here's my newest story, haven't had a computer in a long time, so I should be updating Speak very soon. Meanwhile, check this one out. It should be more of a comedic lighter story than Speak, and I think it's a great idea. Let's see what you make of this ;)

"Do you, Catherine Evans, take Michael Newton--"

"I do," I intterupted.

"Michael, you may kiss the bride!"

I looked up and into Mike's big blue eyes, round baby face, and golden blonde hair and watched as he leaned in to kiss me. I closed my eyes as his lips pressed softly into mine and left myself have this little moment. It was beautiful.

The sounds of people clapping and chairs scraping could be heard in the distance, as people got out of their seats and clamored inside for the reception.

As people passed by and congratulated me, I turned around and took in the scene before me.

The beautiful white arch I was just married under, the white doves that were released that were still fluttering in the air, my bouquet of white lilies and pink roses--it was like I was dreaming. It was the perfect wedding, and it was mine.

"Hun, are you gonna come inside, or just stare all night?" said Mike, poking me in the shoulder and offering me his hand.

Smiling and letting out a little laugh, I took his hand and followed him inside.

The reception area was even more perfect than outside. White silk cloth lined every table, sparkling silver and the best china set out for everyone, and centerpieces made with pale pink roses, white lilies, and ivy. The best money could buy. Because I wanted it, and because Mike could afford it.

Almost too soon, it was time for our first dance as a couple. Mike gently took my hand and led me out to the dance floor, a slow, incomprehensible song playing away in the background. He laid his hand on the small of my back, and grabbed my hand in his and started to delicately twirl me around the floor. I laid my head on his shoulder, and smiled, thankful for this short amount of happiness I was able to achieve.

That was when I saw her. The beautiful blonde standing by the champagne fountain. She look absolutely stunning in a floor length, strapless, blood red dress, with intricately curled hair and lipstick to match. She was breathtaking. And I knew Michael wouldn't miss her.

I tried to direct him away from her, but it was too late, he had already seen her. I could tell by the way he swallowed dryly, and by the way he loosened his tie and ran his fingers through his hair that he saw her. And he definitely liked what he saw.

"Baby, I'm gonna go get us some drinks, why don't you go talk to my mother?" he mumbled.

"Of course sweetie, hurry back!" I said with a big smile.

I walked up to his mother, Dorris, and made polite conversation with her. From the corner of my eye, I watched as Mike walked up to the fountain and said something to the bombshell standing there. She nodded quickly and stalked off. Mike turned around, drinks in hand, and made his way back to me.

"Here you go baby, I'm going to go to the bathroom really quick, be right back," he whispered in my ear, and pecked me quickly on the cheek.

I smiled and nodded, and continued to chat with my mother-in-law. After ten minutes, I started to worry.

"Um, Dorris, do you think you would like to help me find your son, he seems to have gone MIA," I asked her, letting out a slight giggle.

"Of course Catherine," she replied.

We walked the direction I had seen Mike slip away, and came to a set of doors in the hallway. Looking at both, I chose one and pulled open the door.

There, on the table inside the room was Michael, with the almost naked blonde woman in his lap sucking off his face. Mike's mother gasped beside me, and my eyesight turned red in anger.

"Baby, baby baby baby, this isn't what it looks like!" Mike pleaded with me, as he shoved the blonde off his lap and tried to straighten out what remained of his clothes.

The blonde woman slipped on her dress and fled the room hiding her face.

"Oh, so this is not you about to have sex with some skank on our wedding day!? This is not you, cheating on me with two hours of marriage under your belt!? Because if it's not, then tell me what it is Michael," I screamed.

He stood there staring at me with his mouth open.

"That's what I thought. I think you just set a new record for shortest marriage of all time Mike, you ended this before it even started!" I screamed, tears leaking from my eyes as I ran from the room.

People stared as I fled the dance floor and threw open the front doors. I hailed a cab and ordered the cabby to drive straight back to my apartment.

As I got out and paid the driver, I walked up to the entrance of my builiding. As I entered, wedding dress and all, I saw her. The blonde woman from the wedding, standing outside with a cup of coffee in her hands and a short, spiky, black haired girl standing with her.

I approached her slowly, and she turned around and met my eyes.

"So how was it?" she asked.

"Beautiful. Just like all my weddings."

And with that, I linked arms with both of theirs, and we walked up to my room to get my things.

A/N: Okay, so if you didn't really understand that well, everything will be clarified in the next couple of chapters. Meanwhile, I've got a lot of ideas coming up for this story! And don't worry, Edward shows up very very soon! :D Review please, and everything shall be swell.