The Wedding

I arrived at The Plaza with only seconds to spare, the hangover that I was suffering from would not seem to lessen, which just added to my problems that I was having today. This was one of those days that I would rather just go back to bed and pull the covers up over my face and wait for the next day. I knew that I was in trouble the moment I walked into the room where Alice, Rose and I were to get dressed.

"What was that last night?" Alice asked, as she came up to my side to walk me to the hairdresser that was hired by Rose for the event.

"Nothing, why?" I said nonchalantly.

"Well what was with the song and then leaving like that?" she said as she put me physically down in the chair.

"OW!! Be gentle, I have a bit of a headache and I don't need you helping it out any," I yelled at Alice, just then the hairdresser started getting instructions on my hair from Alice.

"Where's Rose?" I asked.

"I think she's getting herself a little worked up over her wedding, or she has a hangover, because she's been visiting the restroom quite a few times this morning," Alice replied.

She left me to the hairdressers devices while she went to go check up on Rose.

After getting ready for almost two and a half hours, Esme and Mrs. Hale came in for a quick visit with us before the big event. Esme has always been so great with me,she is my second mother. I had not seen her to much after we graduated from high school though, since she went with Edward to California for a while. I always thought it was strange that he would have his mom go with him, but I never questioned it.

She came up to me and gave me a hug. "It was so nice to see all of you kids to together like old time," Esme said.

"Yes, just like old times," I said trying to be as considerate as possible. I did not want to seem indifferent to Esme, she deserved better from me.

"And seeing you with Edward just makes me smile," she added, as she looked me straight in the eye searching for a reaction.

"Hmmmmm," I replied.

She noticed I was not to keen on the subject. I am sure that she already knew of what transpired all those years ago, but I never brought it up.

"He has missed you, so very much," she said, giving my hand a final squeeze.

Esme quickly made her way over to give Rose some attention. I stood there in a daze.

Why is everyone bringing up this subject? I should be a non issue, but instead I had heard more of Edward in two days, then in the past five years.

We lined up for the processional and I felt as nervous as Rose probably did.

Why though?

I had a hangover right?

Maybe that was it, I didn't want to get sick, or stumble, or see him.

STOP BELLA!!

The doors opened up and I walked forward. There was about twenty five rows on either side of the isle. Luckily, I kept looking down to see where my steps were leading me, so that I could concentrate on not falling. Public humiliation was not on my to do list today, but it was early. At about the tenth row, I looked up to see Emmett, he had a huge grin on his face and was elbowing Jasper, probably because of some bet that they made regarding me being able to walk without falling flat on my face. I scowled at both of them and they both seemed to behave. I saw my parents and gave them a steadfast smile before looking forward towards the boys again.

That's when he came into view.

Edward.

He looked perfect, like a model for just out of the pages of a magazine. The tux that he had on , just made him more flawless. His hair was the usual array of glorious colors ranging from brown, honey and bronze. His traditional style of sex hair was prevalent again. I am beginning to think he never actually combs it, just runs his fingers through it. Trust me it looks good.

UGH!! I need to stop it, thinking like this never helps anyone.

I had Jake.

I loved Jake.

Jake and I are getting married in almost four months.

I am happy. I am happy. This was becoming my mantra.

I guess I was staring a little too long, because Edward looked up at me and smiled the hugest smile that I had not seen in over eight years from him. I suddenly blushed at being caught.

Damn you, Edward Anthony Cullen!

Great, now I feel like even a bigger fool for looking at him.

The wedding went off without a hitch, until I was escorted back by a certain demon.

"Well we meet again," he said, with a hint of humor.

"Trust me it's not that I wanted to," I replied, while trying to pull my arm away from him.

"Now why do you have to be like that?" he responded, while grabbing on to my arm tighter, like he was not going to let it go.

"You know as soon as we get through those doors, you're not touching me anymore!" I spat at him, while trying to lessen his death lock from me.

"We'll see," he added.

We had pictures taken in Central Park, which was beautiful. Since it was early January, there was some light snow cover and flurries which made the pictures even more exquisite. I had been with Alice and Rose getting our pictures taken when Edward came up behind me and scared me.

"You look beautiful today, Bella," Edward whispered in my ear.

It sent a chill up my spine that was different from the one I felt being out in the elements right now.

Why is it he still has this effect on me after all this time?

I tried moving away from him, and ignoring him, but instead he grabbed my waist and turned me around.

There was some distance still in between us when I looked up into his eyes. I was astonished by his brazen behavior.

"What?" I grunted, while trying to remove myself from him.

Looking at him, his eyes were not the usual emerald green but a darker hue, almost black tinged. He was frowning and I could not detect any happiness on his part what so ever.

"I just want to talk to you Bella, please?" he said as he let go of my sides. His voice was little and sounded defeated, like he was begging me.

"What do we have to talk about?" I answered, while looking in a different direction.

I did not want to see his eyes anymore. It made me feel sorry for him, like I was a evil person for not giving him what he wanted. That was not the case.

He quit talking to me.

He left me.

And now he wants to talk?

How very nice of him.

"We have a lot to talk about, it has been along time," he said, placing himself directly in front of me.

"Edward, what do you want from me? It's been almost eight years, eight freaking years. I have not heard from you in all that time. It isn't like you didn't know where I was. I've been here. I wanted to talk to you too, but that was along time ago and I've grown up. I have a life, Edward. And now you want to talk. That's just great."

Boy, was I getting riled up. I was trying to keep myself from strangling him right now.

"I just want to talk, Bella, I would even like to be friends again, if we could." He said, but then he held his hands up in retreat. " I will take whatever I can get. I know I have not been a good friend to you and you deserve better than that. Just please." He turned around where I could not see his face and walked off towards the limo.

I don't know what is going on.

Why did it matter if I talked to him or not?

He had not tried in so long.

He hurt me, not for the fact that he didn't love me.

Okay that hurt a little.

Just a little?

But he just left, he didn't say goodbye. He never even glanced my way. We could of gotten all past that, sure I would of felt like a total ass, but you just don't throw away eighteen years of knowing someone like that and never look back.

Unless your Edward Cullen.

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