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A/N: Alright, this is way short, because it's just a bridge between last story and this story. The outline for this is going slower than I thought, and I wanted to give you something before the weekend was over. If you have any suggestions for the story, please tell me, because as of now, I only have one thing in mind that I want to happen. Also, I'm looking for someone to help me write a few lemons for this story, so if you're interested, please let me know. Thanks. I may have another update for you tonight. We'll see what happens.

Bella's POV

October 2010…a year and a half later

As I reflect on the last two years, so much has happened. Two short years ago, I hated my boyfriend's guts. Now, I'm madly in love with the man, and he's madly in love with me. Our relationship is not a fairy tale; it is far from perfect.

A few months after returning from Greece, Emmett and Rosalie graduated from college; Emmett from Dartmouth and Rosalie from Yale. They'd both moved to New York City. Emmett worked at a pharmaceutical company, and Rosalie worked as an administrator at a hospital in the city. They'd decided to have a long engagement, or rather, Alice had insisted on it, so they could "plan a proper wedding". Originally, they'd planned on a wedding in Seattle, but after their announcement to move to New York City, Alice changed it to the Plaza Hotel in Manhattan. It turns out the boys really hate wedding planning. Rosalie, Alice and I had to keep bribing them with booze to get them to help out. Individually, they were just excited as us girls about the big day, but they were the worst together. If you want my honest opinion, Emmett is more excited about the wedding than Rosalie is. But he'd never admit that to Edward or Jasper.

Alice and I moved into our house September of 2009 and it was amazing. I couldn't believe we had ever survived in the dorms. Classes were good and it kept both Edward and I busy. He was a senior and applying to medical schools. He'd be accepted to John's Hopkins almost immediately, and Carlisle and Esme were bursting with pride. However, in the end, he'd decided to attend Harvard Medical School, insisting that I was not a factor whatsoever in his decision to turn down John's Hopkins', his dream school. But I wasn't an idiot, I knew better than that. We'd gotten in a big fight over it, and didn't speak for two weeks, but he'd finally admitted that while I was a big factor, he promised he sincerely wanted to attend Harvard.

Charlie was doing wonderfully; he was in full remission. Jake and I never fully recovered from our fight. He'd apologized, but Kristin took up most of his time now, and since I'd completely moved out of both Charlie and Renee's, and my primary address was in New Hampshire, I didn't see much of him. He got married about a month ago, and I went to the wedding with Edward. After that, we met for lunch when he returned from his honeymoon, but he made it clear that so long as I was with Edward, things would stay strained between the two of us. I was happy for him, though. He seemed head over heels with Kristin, and married life seemed to be treating him well.

Now, it's October first and Emmett and Rosalie are getting married in week. Alice and I are juniors at Dartmouth, and Edward's at Harvard. Rosalie and Emmett are in New York, and we sometimes all meet in the city (Manhattan) for a weekend. Carlisle and Esme even joined us a few times. This weekend, Alice had signed the wedding party up for dance lessons. Except here's the thing. When she first mentioned this as a possibility to Emmett, he threw a fit, and you know Alice. She doesn't take no for an answer. So the boys, aside from Carlisle, don't know we are taking dancing lessons. They think we're meeting for drinks. Which isn't a lie; we just didn't tell them that night only began with drinks.


NEXT CHAPTER: Dance Lessons in the City