A/N: So sorry about not updating; Life happened. X Summer's out so I'm going to try and be better at updating, but I've got a ton of reports, one of my best friends is taking me to Canada (and possibly Delaware) and I'm going to Star Island (Isles of Shoals)

Disclaimer: See previous chapter(s)

Chapter 6: Satin

Everyone had left the room, and I was left standing in front of a floor-length mirror, trying to sort the jumble of excitement that was my mind.

I looked up in the mirror and saw someone who was not myself. She was over-excited; her face flushed red, lips slightly open as if trying to get more oxygen into her lungs.

I slowly spun around: trying to get a full view of my ensemble. Whenever I had a dress on, I had always loved to spin; letting the skirt poof up like I had always pictured a princess's would.

My grin grew wider; but I dared not smile too far for fear of ruining the slight lipstick I wore.

It was the middle of winter and I could feel the slight crisp breeze flow from the window that I had insisted be opened. I had grown far too hot under the many layers I wore, and the bustle of activity around me had not helped matters.

I sat down at the vanity, looking in the white mirror, trying to find some imperfection that could be, at least for a few hours, could be corrected. But as I searched and I searched, I found that there was nothing to correct. For a brief moment I saw myself as Jake saw me.

My gloved hands covered my mouth as I let out a light laughter.

I became temporarily blinded as the crystal earrings I wore, caught the light and reflected their brilliant shine from the mirror into my eyes.

I could only hope that, that would be the only thing that could go wrong today.

But, I thought, if I could be perfect for a moment then certainly a day in La Push could as well.

I put my head in my hands, realizing, for the millionth time this morning today's occurrence. And whether it was the over-excitement or the jumble of my hormones; I began to laugh.

It started out innocently enough; light and airy, but son grew in hysterics that I had to clutch my sides for my stomach began to cramp. I forced myself to stop however, when I felt tears welling up in my eyes from the laughter. I did not know whether or not my mascara was waterproof. It would do no one any good if I walked out of here looking like a black-striped zebra.

I jumped at the sound of the door creaking open. It was my mom. I saw her smiling at my own smile. In her dark blue gown and her precisely done make-up and hair she looked like she was going on 25.

She shuffled in the room and silently closed the door behind her.

"Excited?" She asked.

"More than I ever thought." I replied. A giggle bubbled up and threatened to spill from my lips.

"I wanted to talk to you beforehand…" She began. I stayed silent so that she could continue. "I only wanted to tell you how happy I am Bella. This is a huge step; probably bigger than you realize even now. But, you're my girl; I know how well that this will work out for you. And if you need any help, any whatsoever, you know I'm here. You may have always acted like the older one; but I'm still your mother; and I love you very much."

For the first time in a while I saw Rene as her actual age. And at her attempt at kind-hearted word pulled at my heartstrings. Tears; not from laughter, but from a bittersweet feeling, lined my eyes. But my mother; always one prepared for a beauty emergency, whipped a handkerchief out of thin air and dabbed at my eyes like she had done whenever I had gotten soap in my eyes in the shower, as a child. The mental image made me laugh out loud in a gasp. And she joined me in my laughter.

Emily popped her head in the door; smiling at the slight of us and told me to come out.

My mother gave me a bone-crushing hug, telling me to "Go get 'em tiger." (Our own little inside joke) She quickly exited the room in her fashionable manner.

Emily walked over to me; much like my mother, giving me a hug, and whispering "Thank You" in my ear. I did not have a chance to question for she walked out of the door.

I took a deep breath before following in her footsteps. I walked under the archway; covered in amaryllis and white orchids that matched the flowers in my hair. Jake had once told me that the amaryllis meant splendid beauty. I was, needless to say, pleasantly surprised, to wake up in a bed the next day, covered in them.

As I stepped out only on cue, not by the sound of music, but by Charlie's footsteps, I felt the swoosh of the satin dress around my legs.

Satin was my favorite fabrics. It reminded me of the bed I shared with Jacob where I was warmly greeted each morning. It reminded me of the feel water, where I could slip between the waves and feel peace. It reminded me of rolling in the grass; both as a child and also with Jake when he was in one of his more playful moods. And most of all; it reminded me of the feel of Jacob's arms when the enveloped me, and made me feel more at peace then any amount of water, grass or fabric could ever do.

I vaguely saw the people staring at me; our friends lined up towards the end of the room.

But I only had eyes for Jake; I felt myself being pulled by the gravitational force of his eyes.

And as I reached him; and Charlie kissed my cheek, I was finally able to stand beside him; all I had wanted to do. As he grabbed my hands he said "Hey there stranger," reminding me of that day at the beach.

I looked down at our joined hands and I saw the engagement ring. That ring was soon going to be joined by another.

My wedding band.

A/N: What do you guys think; do you want the wedding reception as well? (Laughs at thought of Jacob, Bella and a garter. XD)

If you guys have any ideas/ scenarios that you want to see played out or see me write; tell me in a review and I'll try to do them.

Heck, if you want I could probably do a scene where Edward comes back. gasp