Edward Cullen. The name tortured me. I know it shouldn't have but the way Alice my best friend Alice Brandon described him he seemed to good be true. Now here I was at her wedding while she got ready to walk down the isle to be wedded to our childhood friend Jasper Whitlock. Rosalie Hale and Emmett McCarty my other childhood friends were also married. I was the only single person in our tiny group and Alice was convinced this Edward, her family friend will be the one for me. He also liked Debussy, specifically Claire de lune, my favourite song, liked the classic novels like Wuthering Heights and was fairly quiet like me. I was extremely skeptical because no guy likes the classics or classical music without being 50 years old or ugly. It was impossible but I couldn't care less and if we were meant to be, and if he were that gorgeous then maybe but I was still highly skeptical. I was so caught in my personal accession that I didn't notice the smooth and velvet voice. When he called me by my nickname Bella I jumped.
"Hi I'm Edward Cullen."
There standing before me was the god that I expected not in reality but in the best of my dreams. I was pretty sure I was dreaming so I quickly smiled and told him to wait for a sec and ran up to Alice begging her to pinch me. Emmett did instead.
"OW" I said.
"What you wanted to be pinched" he chuckled.
"That is why I wanted Alice to pinch me. You pinch too hard."
"OK enough Edward is real and he looks a bit offended" I turned around to meet emerald eyes and I silently went back to him.
"Sorry I was taken a bit by surprise by your presence."
"That's OK" and with that he looped my arm through his and walked down the aisle. I blushed and looked at my dress. I was wearing a knee length dress that was a strapless. It was a deep purplish magenta.
The Bride her self was wearing a classic wedding dress but it didn't have a layered skirt. It was a strapless with geometric shapes down the middle and around the bottom. It had a small train and it was gorgeous.