The first thing that shocked me about interning for a wedding planner was the demand for a planner. I always thought that you planned your own wedding and then you celebrated and paid it off. But I quickly realised when I stepped into the store that a lot of people needed help in the planning respect.

By lunch time on Monday morning I had helped Miss Parsons and her mother choose the colour scheme for her wedding which was happening in a short three months.

I had also helped Miss Banner and Mr Lloyd book their attire fittings.

I had planned a menu with Miss Reader and then I had changed a seating plan around for Mrs Duncan and her daughter.

I was ready for a break.

I plopped down in the room allocated as a break room and started eating my sushi, which I had bought on the way to work because I had been running late.

I had yet to explore the city and meet new people but that could wait. Working and establishing myself in a career was what I needed to be doing.

While I was watching the clock count down until I had to be back to work I remembered something daddy's always said to me

'Bella. You never have to work as hard as I did to provide for your mother and you. I will make sure of it'

I blinked away the tears in my eyes and grumbled bitterly to myself about how it would have been true had he been able to provide for me.

I heard the door open and my boss, Jessica, peeked around the corner and gave me a stern look before telling me I was late to get back to work. I looked back at the clock and hurriedly put away my things before walking back to my desk.

I had the afternoon mainly free and during this time I knew I needed to learn the ropes of this organisation. I was able to follow Jessica around while she talked to me and worked with clients, this was invaluable information coming from a successful business woman, and I treated it like it was gold.

Within one day I had learnt the minor detailing's of a wedding and so it was with confidence that Jessica assigned me with overseeing the McCarthy and Hale wedding fitting tomorrow.

Really it was only the McCarthy men I would have to deal with but even then it was still a big responsibility.

Jessica's only words were "Dress fashionable Bella. These are fashion people. Dress to impress".

I went to sleep that night praying that I would not screw up this opportunity to show Jessica I was capable of listening and more challenging jobs.

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ATW

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"Good Morning New York. It is a crispy 42 degrees outside right now so rug up warm and grab your Starbucks on the way to work. Right now we have the new song from Ed Sheeran 'Thinking out loud'"

I groaned and rolled over before turning the music up a bit. This song was what played every morning since I moved.

I dragged my body from the bed and shivered as the cold bit at my ankles.

Turning on the shower I tried to visualise what I would wear. It would have to be fashionable as well as warm.

I thought back to my wardrobe when I lived with dad. He had bought me multiple designer dresses and skirts which I never ended up wearing and half would have been perfect for today.

I finally decided on a pair of blue skinny jeans with a pale pink chiffon shirt and a white blazer. I paired this with a pearl necklace, a blanket scarf and a pair of lace up, thick heeled booties.

I got into the warm running shower and let it soothe my cold joints before washing my hair and body and hopping out. I looked at the clock on my bedside table as I was walking to my wardrobe, plenty of time to make breakfast. I dressed fast and then went into the kitchen to make my berry smoothie and then leave.

After getting out of the house I found my way into my car and turned the heating up until my toes started defrosting.

I checked my phone on where to go and then pulled out into the already busy street.

Driving in New York was nothing compared to Washington. Here it was always busy, the city that never sleeps did earn its name.

I was always focused on the road incase some insane driver decided to pull out in front of me.

I was so focused I almost missed my turn off but with some sense of accomplishment I managed to pull into the car park.

Looking at the clock I took a sip of my smoothie and sighed. There was nothing quite as refreshing as a berry smoothie. I savoured my drink as I waited for the clock to count down the minutes until I needed to be there.

I felt my phone ringing and answered it when I saw it was Jessica

"Are you there?" Not even a hello.

"Yes I am", I answered

"Good. I don't need to tell you how important this is do I?"

"No ma'am" She accepted the answer and then hung up.

I took a deep breath and then got out of my car, heading towards the door of the boutique. I shivered when I stepped back into the warmth of the room and I looked around.

There were three men standing there waiting for something. At that moment one more man walked out of a room wearing a suit.

This man was very muscular and looked like he worked out for a living but his face had the cheekiest eyes I had ever seen and a dimple in either cheek. His eyes met mine in the mirror and he smiled, making his dimples more pronounced.

"You must be Bella" He turned to walk towards me. I nodded my head and stuck my hand out but he just brushed it away and pulled me in for a hug.

He laughed "I'm Emmett. The groom. And these dweebs are my groomsmen Jasper, Carlisle and Edward" He pointed to each one.

Jasper had honey blonde hair and a lean fit body and as he moved towards me he seemed to float

"I'm Jasper ma'am. It's lovely to meet you"

I quivered. Oh God. An accent. I was a sucker for an accent.

Carlisle stood next and I was immediately intimidated by his height and the way he held himself but as soon as he stuck out his hand for me to shake, I relaxed.

Something in his smile said he wouldn't hurt me "Hello Bella. I am Emmett's father, Carlisle"

"Nice to meet you Carlisle" I said and then my eyes flashed to the final man.

Edward, Emmett had said his name was.

He looked pre occupied by his phone. Carlisle, bless him, cleared his throat and Edward looked up

"Oh sorry. Excuse my manners. My name is Edward Cullen. I am Emmett's Best man and his brother"

Another accent. This time Edward had a British accent and it sounded like syrup drizzled over hot pancakes.

Edward had unruly bronze hair and a crooked smile that made my heat stutter. He was lean like Jasper but also muscular like Emmett, he had the best of both worlds.

"Hello. Nice to meet you all. I see you are all ready for your fitting Mr McCarthy?" I looked at Emmett as he smiled at me

"I sure am! And call me Emmett, please" This was their final fitting before the wedding this coming weekend so the suits all had to fit like a glove.

"Emmett", I indulged him and had the honor of watching him beam "Your suit fits you perfectly. I don't think there is much to be done with yours"

"Great. I can get out of this monkey suit" I stilled when he called it that. Daddy used to call them that.

"Is something wrong?" Emmett asked, noticing my expression.

I quickly changed it to a smile. "Everything is fine Emmett. Can we get Carlisle and Jasper into their suits please?" They both nodded before moving behind a curtain with Emmett.

I was left with the bronze haired God. He looked at me as if trying to read my soul.

"So what do you like to do for fun Bella?" He asked

"Uh... Read. I think" He made me forget everything

"You think? You don't sound so sure. What's your favourite thing in New York?"

"I just moved here last weekend so I don't quite know my way around yet" I confessed to him

"I could show you around" He volunteered

"I'm sure you're quite busy", I said smiling his way

"Not busy enough to stop me", He sent a crooked smile back at me and I was stunned "So what do you say. This Friday? I can show you a few places?"

"That sounds lovely Edward" I agreed and instantly regretted it.

I couldn't get involved with a client but it was just the sights and even then, this weekend was the wedding.

And he wasn't even the groom.

But he may already have a wife.

Oh God.

What if he has a wife?

Of course he has a wife, you noob, he is a handsome man.

Handsome men are married.

And even if it wasn't a wife, there was certainly a girlfriend. He was just asking to be nice.

I was brought out of my internal rants by Jasper and Carlisle walking out from behind the curtain.

Their suits were perfect as well. Why they needed another fitting, I will never know.

"They look great on you" I told them as they looked in the mirror. "Perfect fit"

"I'll go put mine on" Edward said as Carlisle and Jasper walked back behind the curtain

"So Bella. What brings you to New York?" Emmett asked

"Uh… career opportunities and a change of scenery" I answered

"Ahh… taking a bite of the big apple huh"

"Something like that" I smiled at him.

I heard a throat clear and then turned to find Edward standing there in his suit.

He looked like an Adonis. He oozed sex appeal. But the suit was just a little loose on him

I watched out of the corner of my eye as the receptionist scrambled for a tape measure so that she could get her hands on him. Luckily I used to take in Charlie's suits and knew exactly what I was doing. I grabbed my tape measure out of my handbag and walked up to Edward

"I will be doing the final fitting", I said as I watching him in the mirror. He smiled and nodded but I saw something flash in his eyes.

His blazer was too long for him in the arms and needed to be taken in around the waist so that it fitted him better. And also so that he didn't lose that figure.

I then started on the trousers. It was really hard to concentrate on getting exact measurements when I could see exactly what he was packing in those pants.

After finishing the trouser hem I stood up and looked at Edward

"You can get changed now", I told him. Some emotion I didn't know crossed his eyes and then he turned and went behind the curtain.

"Thank you so much Bella. My Rosie was freaking about our suits but now everything will happen as it should" Emmett flung his arm around my shoulders as he steered me in the direction of the door.

I got the idea that he wanted me to leave so that they could have a 'guy talk'

"Thank you all for being so organised and agreeable" I told him and waved goodbye just as Edward was coming out from behind the curtain.

I walked back to my car and started the engine. My head rested on the wheel as I took a few breaths.

Mr Edward Cullen would be the death of me.

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ATW

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Back at the Office, Jessica had received a very enthusiastic phone call from a Mr McCarthy saying that I was a valuable asset to the company and when I arrived I had a garment bag waiting at my desk

"Oh Bella!" she exclaimed, her eyes shining with pride

"Mr McCarthy was adamant that you were the planner to attend the wedding with me" She hugged me and giggled before remembered where she was

"So this is the dress that he had delivered. A Mr Cullen said he saw you eyeing it. A thank you for the fitting I suppose. I hope you understand how this is a once in a lifetime friendship for anyone and getting in with that family is making it to the big leagues Bella"

She sounded almost insulted as if she had once been rejected by one of the family.

I unzipped the bag that held the dress and I smiled as I saw the expanse of blue and lace. The tag said Alberta Ferretti and the dress screamed money.

I knew exactly what shoes I would wear with this, Louboutin Mea Culpa flared suede pumps.

The dress fell just below the knee and was form fitting all the way down. The top part of the dress had a deep V-neck that went half way to my belly button but was anything indecent was covered by petal shaped lace that framed the wearing chest and made the dress flattering for all women.

After showing the dress off, I placed it back in the garment bag and zipped it up, effectively finishing any conversations about it.

The rest of the afternoon went by fast, my job not nearly as exciting as this morning, but I could never keep the image of a certain man out of my mind.

I groaned when my mind turned to him for the umpteenth time and realised work would be impossible with a God like Edward Cullen in your life.

With his accent lingering titillatingly in my mind, I packed up my bag and bid Jessica a goodbye.