Just a short little fic to get over writer's block. This is my first on Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer. My name is not Stephenie Meyer.
I kept my face blank.
I stood near the altar, watching her in the simple but gorgeous white dress.
Envy splashed over me.
It stunned me to see her looking so beautiful... so glorious.
It was almost unbearable to watch, so I shifted my gaze to my right.
There was my brother, beaming.
His bronze hair had been carefully done, but it still ended up how he wears it daily.
His alabaster skin was in striking contrast to his black tuxedo.
She had made it to the end of the aisle.
Everybody sat down.
She hugged her father, who was absolutely glowing.
The balding man handed to her to him, his skin glistening from fresh tears.
I looked away, and instead turned to the faces of my family.
There stood my dark-haired sister in her dark blue bridesmaid's dress, so happy, she looked giddy.
And then I stared at my blonde-haired brother, and he stared right back.
There was no doubt he could feel the hostility emitting from me, because I could feel nothing but calm.
I turned my attention to my lover, and his face was filled with joy.
Was I the only one who couldn't - and didn't - give a care?
And then the minister spoke.
"Do you, Edward Anthony Cullen, take Isabella Marie Swan as your lawfully wedded wife?"
Yeah. It's a little portion of the wedding done in Rosalie's POV, if you didn't figure it out.