"Alice, please stop…" I whined. Today was my wedding day and Alice had been fixing me up for the last eight hours. If I didn't know any better I would have assumed she was giving me plastic surgery instead of a makeover. Oh how I hated playing dress up with Alice Cullen.
"Isabella Marie Swan, you swore that I could plan your wedding and that includes making you look absolutely spectacular. This is a very special day and you have to look your very best. Oh and by the way, I know that you're planning on running, so don't even attempt it. We both know who would win that race." I hated when Alice used her stupid precognitive vampire powers against me. Well, to be completely truthful, even without Alice's visions there is no way my klutzy self could outrun her- especially in this gown she stuffed me in. The dress wasn't that bad, I really kind of loved it. It was a pure silk, ivory, 1918 Pierre Gustavo vintage couture gown, adorned with diamonds along the corseted waist-only the best if Alice purchased it- complete with a ten foot train, waist length veil, satin gloves, and six inch Oscar de la Renta stiletto pumps. Only the grace of God can prevent me from falling flat on my face when walking down the aisle in these death traps the Cullen women and Renee call shoes.
"Okay, but if I'm late for my vows you have to explain it to the guests and Edward."
It was funny how my heart still did violent somersaults whenever my soon-to-be husband's name was mentioned. Now I know how Carlisle and Esme are still insanely passionate about one another after an entire century. Edward swears up and down that he loves me more and more every day that passes by, and I feel the exact same way about him.
That is pretty spectacular because I was pretty much sprung after our first kiss in the meadow. Ahh, the memories.
"Ahhemm." I was brought out of my beautiful flashback by the sound of Charlie clearing his throat. "You ready Bells, because we're almost up to bat…" Charlie's sentence trailed off the moment he laid eyes on me in my entire bride-to- be glory. "Wow, sweetheart you are definitely the most radiant bride to ever grace the pacific coast!" Charlie said in complete awe.
"Charlie, I'm the one who deserves the complements; I have been working on her for the last eight hours! And how dare you Charlie, she is hands down the most beautiful bride to ever grace the planet!" Alice ranted for about thirty seconds when all of a sudden Rosalie, Esme, and Renee came charging into her beauty sanctuary.
"Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue!" the four women shouted simultaneously. All of them had their hands outstretched with a small token in each palm.
My something old was from Renee-my great grandmother's pearl necklace with an Austrian crystal clasp; something new was from Alice of course- a satin garter with lace trim; something borrowed was from Rosalie- an imported Italian silk handkerchief that had been in her family for ages, literally; and finally my something blue was from none other than Esme- a breathtaking diamond and sapphire beret that looked absolutely perfect in my elegant mahogany ringlets.
Suddenly I could feel tears struggling to make there way to the front of my eyes. I attempted to hold them back, in order to prevent my makeup from smudging, but I was obviously fighting a pointless battle. Hot tears poured down the sides of my face and before you could shout Eureka, I had begun to cry eyes out.
Thank Jesus! I was relieved to find out that Alice had purchased all waterproof makeup for me. She must have known that I would be a train wreck before, during, and after the ceremony. Bless her little, silent, vampire heart.
Rosalie hurriedly patted away all of my stray tears, and pushed me towards my waiting father. I quickly hooked arms with him, took a deep quivering breath, and made my way downstairs to my perfectly quaint backyard ceremony, my friends, and my family.
The moment I got off the stairs, I could hear the pianist playing the classic wedding march and as I was walking towards the altar, something hit me like a ton of bricks. Not only was I making my way down the aisle, but I was also making my way down to an eternity of passion and beauty and mystery. An eternity of vampires. An eternity of love.
And then I looked into those piercing butterscotch eyes. Eyes filled with nothing but love, and need, and devotion. Eyes that held the only eternity I could ever want. The eyes of Edward Cullen- my love, my husband.