This Chapter is very short, and not quite what I wanted. It's the best I was able to come up with, and I finally decided to just post it, get it out of the way and move on with better chapters! I am trying to dedicate more time to my writing now, I promise. But being Branch Management, I do work a wee bit of overtime every week and tax season is starting up also I greatly appreciate your patience, and hope everyone is enjoying the story. Also, please review when you get the chance. It really does help add fuel to the writing fire, and it's always nice to know who's reading.

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The next couple of weeks had passed in quite a blur. I spent a great deal of my free time with Jacob down at La Push. Our friendship had grown quite strong in such a short period of time, and he was a large part of my sanity here in Forks. We swam at the beach, he even humored me with cliff diving on occasion, we rode bikes, and I would watch him work in his garage. I remembered when I had just arrived in Forks, how much I missed the sun. Jacob was my sun now, he brightened my day and warmed my soul.

"Are you certain you have to leave?"

I laughed inwardly as I looked through the window of my truck at Jacob. We had spent the better part of the morning down at the beach swimming, only leaving because I had my final dress fitting today. The wedding was tomorrow.

"You know I do, Jacob. Besides, don't you have to go pick up the tuxes for yourself and Billy?"

His only reply was a sheepish grin. Billy was Charlie's best man, and Jacob was one of two groomsmen. They'd had their final fittings yesterday, and simply had to retrieve their suits from the cleaners.

The truck came to life with a loud roar, or was it a groan? Either way I was off to the fitting. When I arrived I parked my car between Debbie's BMW and a rather bright yellow sports car, I couldn't quite place the make. The symbol looked slightly like a suite of arms, the back said GT2. It looked like a very fast car.

In the time it had taken to reach Debbie's shop, my hair had completely dried from my time at the beach. I pulled it back into a ponytail as I climbed out of my truck, not bothering to lock it before heading in.

Debbie's shop was window front, with plush carpet and exceptionally comfortable furniture. She had a table with book after book of patters and fabrics to choose from. She had portfolios of her work available as well.

I wasn't alone in the waiting room when I arrived. There was a girl, perhaps a woman, who was just shorter than myself and extremely thin. Her features were small, but not out of proportion on her exquisite face. Her black hair was cropped short and stuck out in every direction. Just looking at the complexion of her skin made me feel tan, and I couldn't help but feel a bit self conscious around her. She was perfect, there was absolutely no denying that fact.

After only a moment she looked up at me and I couldn't help but be taken back by her eyes, they were warm butterscotch. I wondered to myself if she wore contacts.

"You must be Bella!" Her voice was beautiful, musical. She walked to my side, her gait graceful and confident. I could only nod.

"I'm Alice Cullen, the wedding planner."

"Oh, it's very nice to meet you!" My voice cracked slightly at the end and I flushed with embarrassment, she simply smiled. To my relief Debbie appeared just in the doorway.

"Bella! Alice! What a pleasure to see you ladies. Come on, come on." She waved us back and I followed Alice, amazed at how graceful she was. It was a good day when I didn't trip over my own feet.

The fitting itself went very well. My dress was royal blue and cut just above the knee, with a heart shaped sleeveless top. There were intricate details along the dress in silver, but it was kept to a minimum "for my sake", as Debbie put it. I quite liked the dress.

Once I was changed back into my clothes Debbie and Alice explained the final details of the wedding to me. While they were talking, I couldn't help but feel like Alice kept glancing at me, a curious light in her eyes. I shrugged off the feeling though, concerned that my sanity really was gone with the sun.

Once my part was done I left, quite pleased with the day. Tomorrow Charlie and Debbie would be married, off on their honey moon, and in one week I would be enjoying a flight to Italy. My life at the moment was seemingly perfect.