A/N: Inspired some more, and thanks to the person who favorite the story already! Any ideas, blah, blah, you know how that goes.
Bella twisted and turned in front of the mirror, a smile playing about her lips. It looked really amazing, almost unreal. She couldn't believe her good fortune. In all the years of her life, this situation hadn't even bothered to cross her mind…not once, never mind if she'd actually stayed with Edward and gone through with the transformation. This never would have happened. Now that Bella thought about it, she wasn't cut out for drinking blood, and the real deal-breaker had been that ostentatious engagement ring. Now, it was really nice that he'd kept his mother's jewelry, but it wasn't for her. A simple wooden engagement ring would do for this small-town girl.
And now it was really happening: her dream come true. Thinking back to that night brought a blush to Bella's pale cheeks, which had slowly regained some color from all the days she spent dashing into the surf or building some odd-looking sandcastles. Jacob had been so sweet and loving and romantic that it made her wish that she'd spent no time chasing after a glittering predator.
"You ready?" She turned to see a man with eyes filled with love standing in the doorway.
"Yes," She said, looking back towards the mirror. "I've been ready for this for a long time now."