We got to the church and what looked like every news reporter, journalists and photographer in the state of California was there at the church.
My best friend Mike (homosexual, gay) opened the doors as we walked in with our cloths over our heads. He closed the door, so no one could come in and bolted it closed. We took off our cloths and fluffed our hair.
" Girl, you look wond-er-full!" Mike screeched. He was in charge of making the whole day run smoothly.
" Two minutes, honey." My father, Charlie said from behind me.
Charlie left Mom when I was young. He wanted nothing to do with my sisters and I. As soon as I became famous he came back like nothing had happened. I never got over it, he left us. Mom had no job and no qualifications, he was the one who earned the money, then I had to go out and earn money at fourteen. We did it tough for a long time.
" Hey,Dad. I didn't know you were even coming." I said hugging him.
" Rosalie invited me. I thought I would walk you down the isle." He replied smiling. He had no right to do that! He can't just waltz in, uninvited by me, but invited by my sister who didn't know the man.
"Oh Dad, thank you for the offer but the thing right now is walking by yourself. I'm sorry."
"That's okay. I'll just sit with the family." He moaned.
I turned to Rosalie behind me and glared. "Line up!" Mike clapped. I got to the the back, fluffed my hair, pursed my lips. Mike grabbed the flowers and handed them out. He opened the doors, everyone suddenly put on a smile and started walking.
The music was playing for me to go in. I heard some people gasp at the song choice: Clair de lune by Debussy. I took my first step and smiled. I looked around for Edward and found him at the altar. He looked hot with a tux on his muscly body. I got to the end of the isle and gave my flowers Alice.
"Please be seated." announced Reverend Camden.
" We are gathered here today to join together Isabella Marie Swan and Edward Mason Cullen. These people are in love and understand the commitment of marriage. Isabella and Edward wrote their own vows. So Edward recite please."
"Isabella Marie Swan, I am proud to take you as my wife for all the time we have been has always been the kind of love and understanding which is only shared when there is true have helped me triumph over challenges presented. Encouraged my personal growth and boosted my self have helped me become the person I am today and with your help I will be a better person tomorrow than I was yesterday.I love the way you love and care for me.I love the way you trust and believe in me.I love the way you always look your best for me.I love you and I love my life with as we begin our lives as husband and wife I commit myself to you." Edward recited "I do."
" Ah that was beautiful, baby." I smiled.
" Isabella your turn." Reverend Camden mentioned
" Edward Mason Cullen, I take you as my husband. To say I love you is not try to condense the depth of my feelings into a few words is doesn't tell of the respect,I have for you as an individual,nor how I appreciate,how tender and caring you are,nor the joy I find in your laughter,nor the tears I hold back for your pain,nor the strength you give when I need it,nor the pleasure I feel in your if to say I love you means all these things. Then let me say I love you more each day." I said with tears welling up in my eyes. "I do."
" Does anybody object to the marriage." Reverend Camden asked. We waited for 5 seconds and no one said anything.
" You may know kiss the bride." We pulled each other closed and locked lips. It was passionate but not like the ones we do in private. It went for 30 seconds, we looked into each others eyes and held each others hand and walked back down the isle. Guests were throwing rice at us, camera's were flashing and smiled at Edward. We took so many photos that we weren't going to make it to our reception on time. So we hopped in the limo.