I stared at Edward dressed all tightly in his tuxedo. The wedding day had been delayed so long I had even thought that, if there was a god, he was preventing it. I sighed; of course I knew Jacob would not be coming.

'You're thinking of Jacob aren't you?' Edward had a knack for reading people's minds but despite being unable to read my mind he could tell from my sigh.

'Well I guess I deserve it, if he isn't going to come' I managed to whispered. I buried my face in his chest to hid and fight the uprising tears. Before I could even let a tear fall, Alice bounded through the door.

'So here the groom hides. You do know it is considered bad luck to see the bride before the actual wedding.'

'Alice.' Edward had begun to growl warningly.

'It's ok Edward. I'll be fine; Alice is here if I need help.' I managed to whisper in his ear. Standing on my toes I reached up and straightened his bowtie, 'Now go.' I shooed. Edward sighed before turning around.

'Do I get to see the lovely dress you have picked?'

'It is unlucky to see the bride or the dress before the wedding.' Alice and I chimed simultaneously. Edward made a face before turning and muttering,

'Women these days.'

'We heard that.' I smiled, I was going to love being in the Cullen family.

I stared at the dress. It was not my first time to see it but now it seemed inappropriate for the occasion. It was a light green, strapless and had a silkily feeling about it.

'Oh it's sort of breaking the tradition of white.' I freaked releasing probably every one of my ancestors or relatives had worn white, except maybe the cavemen who only ever wore underwear.

'Err unless this hasn't occurred to you yet but Bella you might be breaking the tradition by marrying a vampire.' Alice mused. This statement made me laugh so much I could hardly breathe. I had not laughed in so long my own jaw was protesting at the sudden amount of movement.

'Here. Either you wear it or I'll make you wear it.' Alice offered the dress.

'You are so stubborn sometimes.' I muttered darkly, immediately changing moods as I walked into my bathroom. I had never been fond of dresses. It reminded me of the prom dress and this somehow brought Jacob back into my mind, again.

'Don't forget you were the one who picked the dress.' Alice called after me.

I grudgingly walked out allowing the rim to billow around me. Gentle silk ripples. Alice squealed in delight as she jumped on me.

'You do know you just crinkled the dress, which I ironed.' Alice swerved around, shoulders tensing. Esme's smiling face looked from behind the door. Alice immediately relaxed. As if almost understanding that Esme needed to talk to me she began walking to the door,

'Ohh I was just leaving.' Alice giggled as she bounced right out of the room,' I have to get dressed for the wedding.' This reminded me of a child who had been given a new toy to investigate. I would always love Esme like I would to my real parents but I still needed the time to get used to her almost unnerving never-ending patience.

' Are you nervous?' Her voice sounded like spring. Yes that was a funny thing to say about any voice but it reminded me of the crisp new feeling of spring.

'You reckon.' Was all I could manage to mutter.

'Carlisle managed to convince your father to come.'

'Really?' I had been fretting about that fact for weeks. Charlie had never been too happy about me being near Edward let alone have a love affair with him. I didn't really want to know how Carlisle convinced my father.

'Of course, it's your wedding. Net even Edward's face could keep your parents away.'

'Thank you so much.' I could barely keep the tears from flowing down my face. I almost ran over and gave her a well-deserved hug. She gently wiped away the tears on my face. The last few weeks had been so dark it had sent me into a black hole of depression.

'Well are you going to stay here and cry or meet your groom?' Her face smiled sweetly back at me.

'I think I'll go meet the groom.' Esme's smile widened to the largest extent as she lead me down.

Edward stood there, pacing and taking the muttered advice of Jasper, Emmett and Carlisle. I managed to catch quick grasps of the conversation.

'Remember don't ever…'

'Don't bring… conversation.'

'Edward … Relax…fine.'

Swerving around he seemed to finally notice to me. Silence hushed over the living room.

'Are you ready to go?' Edward gave a quick flash of what seemed like a grin. We were having the marriage at the meadow. The place were we had once sat and worked out the difficulties.

'I don't think I'll ever be ready but go on.' Edward strode up to me and picked me up as easily as he would with a doll. He turned his head away from me and faced his family. He must have given some face gesture as they all melted into the next room. He turned to me flashing what definitely seemed like a smile this time.

'Are you ready for the ride of your life?' And without even waiting for an answer from me he ran. Ran like wind. Ran faster than the wind.

It all seemed too much. The priest, the long service and the audience. In the front row were my parents: Charlie, Renee and my stepfather Phil. Next was Jessica, she had never been to friendly with me after actually been able to get an answer out of Edward. Mike sat next to Jessica, jaw clenched. He was another reason why our friendship never lasted. This was a typical love triangle.

Mike was in love with me, who I only considered a friend. Who Jessica was in love with Mike and hated me for stealing his attention. I only wanted to be friends with Jessica who had not forgiven me for stealing Mike and instead considered me as an enemy and whom Eric had to come along and fall in love with me. This then became the war of Mike and Eric who fought to death for my attention (almost), whom I only really wanted to be friends with since I was in love with Edward. And throw in an ex boyfriend, sort of (Jacob), who hated my current boyfriend and was willing to go to extreme lengths to get rid of him. This became the complicated love life of me, Isabella Swan.

Mike and Eric obviously were not too happy about the marriage. The priests voice seemed to drone for what seemed like ages. Even the usual unemotional Edward had

suddenly became very impatient for me to press my lips against his. It was until finally priest had decided he had tortured us enough and allowed us to say our vows.

'I, Edward Cullen, take you, Isabella Swan, to be my wife, according to God's holy decree: to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do we part: and to that I pledge you my faithfulness.' His voice had never sound more sweet and promising. We were almost there, a few more minutes and we would be bounded together for life.

'I, Isabella Swan, take you, Edward Cullen to be my husband, according to God's holy decree: to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do we part: and to that I pledge you my –' It all happened to quickly. A deep voice growled over my own, shallowing my last words.

'Do not even think about saying the next word.'