The middle-aged man picked up the white envelope from the table and sighed. He hadn't heard from his daughter, nor her beau, since the row two summers past. He hoped that this was some sort of sign that he had been forgiven.

He ripped open the envelope and pulled out a white card, bordered with gold, silver, onyx, and copper ribbons. "This must have cost a fortune," he thought aloud. He took a sip of coffee and opened the card.

A fountain of brown liquid spewed from his mouth and splattered on the floor as he read the card's contents.

In elegant script, it read:

We,

Esme and Carlisle Cullen,

invite you

to the wedding of

Edward John Cullen and

Isabella Marie Swan,

June 12, 2002

The Wedding Ceremony will take place at Forks Catholic Church at 9:30 PM. We have taken all important precautions to ensure your safety.

"What kind of precautions?" he asked as he continued reading.

The reception will immediately follow the wedding.

It will take place at the Cullen Home from 11 PM to .

You need not bring a dish;

appetizers, dinner, dessert, and snacks will be provided.

Red wine, however, would be quite appreciated.

Then, at the bottom of the page, was the girl's writing. "Alice..." he breathed. He had so fallen for her. It was terrible that her heart belonged to someone else.

Charlie, Bella is fine; she is being taken care of, and my brother is treating her well. Don't worry about her anymore. And don't you dare come down here to yell at her, because we will side with her.

She's grown up, Charlie. Right before your very eyes, but you were just too dense to notice her maturity.

Stay where you are, Charlie,

Alice

Charlie sighed. Surely, he would never truly see his daughter again.

She paced up and down the hallway in front of her fiance's bedroom. "Should I go in? Or is he resting? He's looked weak..but he always looks tired... Oh, god, what do I do?" she muttered to herself. She raised a hand to knock on his door. She froze when a cold hand placed itself on her shoulder.

"He's not in there, Bella. He's out hunting. He wants to have it out of the way for the wedding," Jasper explained.

"Oh, thanks Jasper...I just wanted to know if he heard Esme say where she put the mailing list for the invitations. I just wanted to look it over," Bella replied, calming down. She was still terrified of the Volturi, and thought Jasper was one of them.

"Hmm...he didn't say anything to me. But he really doesn't talk to me. Maybe Alice would know," he suggested.

Bella remembered then. Why hadn't she thought of that before? Alice was like a Seer; she saw what was going to happen. What power will I have when he turns me? she thought.

"Thanks, I'll talk to her I guess," she answered. She walked away hastily. She wanted that mailing list, and she was hoping that Alice would know.

She just hoped they weren't on it.

She ran her hand through her spiked black hair and grunted. It was so like her boyfriend to be late like this. She didn't mind when she knew he was helping Bella, or seeking assistance from Carlisle. But now, it was just getting annoying. He would purposely be late, testing her she supposed, to see if she loved him enough to wait for him.

She would literally kill him if he was cheating.

She jumped when the door behind her opened and shut loudly. She spun around and glared at the handsome man.

"Jasper, this is like, the twentieth time this week that you've been late," she reprimanded shrilly.

"Sorry, Alice. I could feel these strange vibes radiating down the hallway and I knew it was Bella. I had to do something to calm her," the handsome man replied, smiling.

"Yeah. . .well," Alice said, turning her back on him to leave. She felt her anger drip away, and replace itself with calm. "Don't you even think about it one second more," she threatened. She was angry, still angry through the calm, and she felt like hurting him intensely.

"I'm not doing a thing, love," he chuckled. "I'm not doing a thing."

"Sure," Alice snorted sarcastically and stomped, yet skipped, out the door.

"What am I going to do with her?" Jasper groaned, yet still smiling.

"I knew you were going to say that, and I heard you!" his girlfriend screamed down the hallway. Jasper threw his head back and laughed.

She threw herself at him seductively, trying to prove he hadn't really moved on.

"I'm getting married, Wynn, I can't do this," the man said, breathing hard.

"Yes, you can, Edward. Really, you can. It'll only take a moment or two. We're both vampires," Wynn answered, ready to pounce.

"No, Wynn. I'm not going to. I came to hunt, not to, well, do whatever it is you want to do with me," Edward said firmly, placing his hands in Wynn's shoulders and pushing her away.

He had to admit, she was a very attractive vampire, like all other female vampires were, but his heart truly was devoted to Bella. He couldn't hurt her, not again.

Edward watched Wynn breathing heavily; she had truly wanted to do that with him. She flipped her long, brown, wavy hair over her shoulder and buttoned her blue cotton shirt. It brought out her blue eyes, yes; but she was of a different coven, he couldn't do anything with her even if he really wanted to.

Wynn took off her mini-skirt and replaced it with the jeans she had been wearing before she had come up with this terrible idea. She took out her compact and lip gloss and reapplied the pink hew her lips had before the whole debacle, and then grabbed her purse and walked past Edward.

Before she walked down the hill, however, she turned and glared at him. "You will be sorry you didn't do this, Edward. You'll want it sooner or later," she said quietly, yet acidly.

"No, Wynn. I actually plan on staying loyal to my future wife."

"Like I said, you'll want this sooner or later." With that, Wynn walked away; it was more like swayed, but he didn't really care. He had to get back to his house. He had to get back to Bella.

The hushed tones were still loud enough for her to hear. She had been standing here, listening to their conversation, for fifteen minutes. She had a lot of information now.

"Rose, darling, I'm sure she didn't do anything with him. Stop worrying about poor Bella; she'll be fine. Edward would never agree to do something like that with him," the motherly woman said soothingly.

"Esme, she saw it. Alice knew it was going to happen," Rosalie argued quietly. "How are we going to break the news to Isabella?" The eavesdropping girl scowled at the name. "She's been hurt before by Edward; I just wish it didn't have to happen again."

"Rose, listen to me, and listen carefully. Edward adores Bella; he would never do anything that could hurt her."

"Look, Esme, I know Edward loves Isabella, and vice versa, but Wynn is powerful. That's why she's part of her coven. It's like the girl from the Volturi, the one that tricks people into becoming Aro's feasts." Rosalie took a breath. "I'm not just worried for Isabella; I'm worried for Edward, too."

The girl walked around the other way and into the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator door angrily. So, Edward's going to cheat on me? Fine. The game's on, then, she thought.

"Bella, what's the matter, sweetie?" Esme asked.

Bella couldn't take it. She had to confess. "I was listening to your conversation."

"Oh," Rosalie said, shocked.

"Yeah, and now that I know that Edward's cheating, I guess I can go see Jacob again, now can't I?" Bella questioned.

"Bella, now don't do anything rash; Alice's visions change, honey. So don't worry-" Esme began.

"No, Esme, Alice's visions almost always come true. The ones about Italy, though I stopped," the name stuck in her throat, "Edward. This one probably came true, too. I'll be in his room."

"Not before he is," Rosalie muttered.

"Hmph," Bella sniffed, and she sprinted up the stairs.

"What are we going to do, Esme?"

"I'm not sure, honey. I don't know."

He paced in front of the house. "Where is he? I have to stop him," he muttered.

He saw him race toward the door, and stuck out an iron arm to stop him. The speeding teenager ran into it.

"Edward, don't go in there, dude," he warned.

"Why not, Emm?" Edward asked.

"Well, if you want your fiancé shrieking at you and my wife killing you, plus if you want to be screaming bloody murder, literally, then fine. Go right ahead, my good friend," Emmett replied, his eyebrows scrunched at the middle of his forehead.

"Why would Rose be killing me? And Bella screaming?" Edward questioned, worriedly.

"Because Alice saw you cheating in a vision," Emmett replied simply.

"Wynn," Edward snarled.

"What about her?"

"It was her, Emm. It was her that tried to get me to cheat."

"Oh," Emmett said in shocked recognition.

"Yeah. Crap."

"What?"

"How am I supposed to give her the ring?"

"Wynn?"

"No, you idiot, Bella."

"I don't know."

"Shoot," Edward moaned. He turned and raced up the side of the house to his bedroom window, which was wide open, and saw Bella pacing, tears streaming down her face. "Dang," he whispered. He stepped through the window when her back was turned and hugged her from behind.

"Bells?" he asked tentatively.

"Get away from me," she growled in response, gripping his arms and trying to get them away from her. His muscles were like solid marble; they wouldn't budge.

"Bella, love, I-"

"Edward, just go. I don't want to talk to you right now. I don't want to hurt you, but I'll end up doing it anyway. So just leave me alone, okay?" Bella said acidly.

"I didn't do anything," Edward assured quietly.

"That's not what Alice's vision foresaw, Edward." Bella was close to tears now. She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment. How could he have done this to her?

"How can you believe I would cheat on you, Bella? I love you too much," Edward said, hurt.

"Oh? Then why would she have a vision like that anyway? If you weren't going to do anything, what was the point?"

"Bella, listen to yourself! Listen to me! I would never, never, do anything to hurt you. Not again. I hurt you so much before; I couldn't stand to do it again," Edward said, turning her to look at him. She looked through glaring eyes at him.

She all but snarled, "Get away, you filthy bloodsucker," and ran from the room, sobbing as she went.

Edward didn't bother to follow; he was in an intense state of shock.

The entire Cullen family was downstairs, listening to the shouting match.

"I knew this was going to happen. I saw this," Alice whispered.

"They'll reconcile soon, sweetie. Don't worry," Esme said, rubbing Alice's shoulder. She looked to Carlisle for back-up. He nodded in response, as did the rest of the Cullen children.

"It's true, Alice. It's not your fault," he said.

All heads turned as Bella raced down the stairs, surprisingly not tripping, out the front door, still not tripping, and to her truck, which she started and drove as fast as she could toward La Push.

He couldn't believe his fiancé had just called him a filthy bloodsucker. Those words belonged in Jacob Black's mouth, not his innocent wife-to-be's.

He laid down on his black leather couch and closed his eyes. Tonight would be a long night, he feared.

A/N: Wow- I just finished reading New Moon- I had to write a fanfiction. I hope you like it!

Disclaimer- Stephanie Meyer wrote the books. I'm simply borrowing Edward and the rest for this story. Wynn is of my own creation, as are a bunch of the other vampires.