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Chapter 2
After my hair and make-up were done Esme and Rosalie left to get ready back at the Cullen's. They had to leave before I was complete so that Edward wouldn't see what I looked like through their minds. Ten minutes after they had left Renée and Phil turned up—of course Renée was slightly edgy but I knew that it was her own worries that I would end up like her and Charlie; she didn't know the depth of mine and Edward's relationship. But she didn't need to know either—it would only scare her more—today was enough for her to have to go through.
It was about three o'clock when I ran down the stairs to greet my mom; Alice took this time to get herself ready. Of course it didn't take her five minutes, working at her speed—the speed I would soon be blessed with. Renée wanted to help finish getting me ready so Phil got ready downstairs.
Alice took my dress out of the long white garment bag and held it up for my mom to examine. My mom's eyes watered and trickled over—I could tell she liked it.
"It's very vintage. That must have cost a bomb!" Renée exclaimed after the initial shock of its beauty wore off.
"Its worth it don't you think" Alice pitched in as I didn't have a clue how to respond—I didn't buy it.
"Of course. It's beautiful but I wouldn't have thought you would pick out a dress like this Bella. I would have thought you'd pick something a bit more modern."
"I've changed a lot mom, and it's for Edward. I love it—Alice designed bits of it." I added to show her off; I was proud that she had done this and I was so excited that within a couple of hours she would be my sister.
We all went into a long conversation on every detail of the dress and Alice hinted parts of what was going to be happening this evening. My nerves caught up with me then; I was worried that I would fall and tear the dress or that I still wouldn't fit in standing next to the Cullens. I tried to push all of these thoughts out of my mind by thinking that they had chose me—they wanted me in their family; in more ways than one. Even Rosalie was warming up to me.
I slipped into my dress and went to look at myself in the mirror. I couldn't believe what I saw—I looked like a figure from a dream. I had cleavage—Edward would be pleased; my hair was in barrel curls, half put up into a crown on the top of my head. A small delicate tiara fixed into it and my vial connected in the back. I had a few ringlets framing my face and falling down my back. My Anne of Green Gables vision was more of a reality now and I knew straight away that Edward would not be disappointed.
We were all ready and only had thirty-five minutes to spare before we were due at the ceremony. Alice still wouldn't tell me where it was or the exact time that it started; alls that she told me was that we had to leave by five p.m. to be there on time. Charlie was due back any minute, I hoped that he would like my dress and would not be too ignorant towards Phil.
I walked down stairs as carefully as I could—once again Alice had bought me a death trap to walk in; I had to admit they were gorgeous shoes. Charlie arrived soon after I reached the kitchen. He gave Phil his button whole that Alice had ordered with everyone else's and he gave me my bouquet—freesias of course; Edward wouldn't want my scent covered up by the perfume of flowers. Charlie looked me over then embraced me in a bear tight hug. I could hear his uneven breathing.
"You look beautiful Bells." Charlie whispered into my ear.
"Thanks dad, I'm glad you like it. Do you have any idea where and when the ceremony is? No one's giving me a clue."
"No I don't but our chauffer is waiting outside. Alice is in a car with Renée and Phil; they will be following us. I take it he already knows where to go. I can't believe you're actually doing this—you're still my little girl."
"I'll always be your little girl dad—married or not. Okay well I guess we better get going." I was really nervous now and my voice was starting to shake.
We all went outside to get into the cars. Jessica Stanley, Mike, Lauren, and Eric Yorkey, were watching me from across the street. I had made sure that these were not on the guest list; Jessica and Lauren weren't what I called friends, Eric was Lauren's poodle and I was sure that Mike would not take kindly to me marrying Edward; he still hadn't got over us being together. I heard Jessica gasp as I walked out the door, I was sure she was jealous—not being big headed I just knew how beautiful I looked today and I was sure she noticed it too. I gave them a quick wave and carefully climbed into the back of the car. Both cars were identical to Carlisle's Mercedes only with white ribbons on the front.