Wow.
I mean...wow. I'm looking in the mirror now, my hair is up nd the are soft curled tendrils hanging down. The rest in soft twists around my head. the dress...no, the gown was amazing, It had an illusions sweetheart neckline that cupped the girls very nicely if I do say so myself. I swear my waist wasn't this small either, the gown hugs my body nicely. In the light the iridescent threads of the lace and the jewels glimmer.
" How am I supposed to look on our wedding day?" I murmur to myself absently .
" Even more beautiful than you are now." I turn and see Gran. Her hair is also pinned up in a modest up-do. Her gown is red and off the shoulder. The bottom of the gown flairs out into an ombre of black.
" You look great, Gran."
" Comming from the Belle of the on the carriage is here."
We walk down the saris hand in hand to where Emmit, Rosalie, and Alice were waiting.
Emmit was wearing a dark almost black crimson suit, with a black bow tie. He was helping Rose put on her cloak, a jet black mink cozy thing. Her gown was red, with a halter neckline, accented with black beading around her torso, the design looked like vines.
Alice wore a Saphire blue gown, it was strapless with a sweetheart neckine. White lace hugged the bodice and showed grea detial as it diminished down the length of the gown. They all looked up and smile, as the bfile out the door.
I put onmy cloak and help grans with her's. She, Emmit and Rose sit in the forstone, where as Alice and I sit in the second one. It's tradtion for the eligable maidens sit in seperate caragie from their household. A tradition I found unimportant until today. Was I an eligablie maiden? After all I was being courted from warlock and witch standards.
" Has Angela, hinted to you about any of the plans she's putting on for the evening?' Alice asks as she runs her finger along the plush tufted walls f the caraige. Angela, is a good friend of mine, and a elf. Her family had hosted the mystical gala for centuries, and by family I mean her mother. This was Angies first time hosting it as aposed to her mother's 470th. Once the protective auror there was a combined counclie of all the magical creatures, the elves, witches and warlocks, as well as the vampires and werewolfs. That is why the colors that were worn tothe gala were either, red, green, or blue. To show representation of all beings.
" did hint at the indoor firework display at midnight. " I smirk at her and see he gla her hands together excited. I laugh with her.
"Are you nervous?" Alice asks looking at me , benieether her lashed. she knows she's entering dangerous territoy and I nod.
"Of course I am, after all these years I will see him face to face. Hear his voice in person, and ...touch him. I'll get to dance with him." I smiles and touch my fingers to my chin and smile softly. The carriage stops and Alicesteps out and I follow. The ground is covered with a light udstin of snow and thick flakes fill the air. I nod and thank the footman before putting my hood on over my head . Alice was ahead, quickly making her way up the stairs, her heels clicking rapidly and mine follow hers in a slower pace. By the time I reach the the massive double doors of the estate, she has already been through and is there with the others. I remove my cloak and had it to the coatcheck. Making my way downing the stairs I can hear the soft murmur, and my name said. " My Bella sure did go out of the way this year."
" She never brngs a date to the gala, she must have her eyes on someone"
Well, I didn't realize my lonly life had been so...evident. As I reach the end of the stiars I go to head towards my family. The orchistrua has begun playin and ther eis a large mix of people dancing. I look around and appreicaitate the beauty, Jewel has done well. The moving bodies clad in different varialtions of blues, reds and greens. Candalarbras float arouns us glittering a bright gold light . The ceiling is...gone. It is opened above to the sky and it glistens as the dark blue sky shows stars, and crystal snowplacks fall, the land on my finger and kiss my skin, but they do not leave a dampness. I smile to myself and as I turn I sense him.
He stands there before me, his suite black, this a dark green lining on his lapels. On his right hand, which he gestures out to me , he wear a ring on his ringer finger with a large ruby on it. I look up to his face, his smile...is breath taking. he steps forward his hand still out as I am am drawn into his brown eyes.
"Shall we dance, Isabella?" His tone is soft, and an unspoke question lies benieth it. I can only nod and over my hand to his, shakily. He grabs my hand and pulls me to him and wirls us towards the designted dance area. I laugh freely as we whirl around to the waltz. My eyes landing on his. His eyes are twinkling ith the same humor and enjoyment that I feel mine own hold. My hand resting on his shoulder moves to his face, and I let my finger graze against his skin feeling a bit of stubble. I gasp softly. It hits me. He's real. He's here, with me. A sob catches in my throat and before I know it, we are alone. Outside in the garden.
"Bella, what's wrong? I'm sorry. Please tell me what I have done?" His eyes are wide and nervous, his manner of speaking is so ...old. I sniffle and shakemy head and let out a smal chuckle.
" Why do you talk like that?" I confused him, clearly. I wipe my tears from my face and look to his.
"I'm...sorry...didi Ido somethign to offend you?" He reaches out to me and pauses, but decideds tomove foreward. I shake my head and look down.
" I wasn't prepaired for the ...rush of emotion on seeing you." I whisper. I twiste my fingers nervously. - He reaches for my hands and holds them. pulling meto him, letting them rest on his shoulders as he holds my waist. His body is fluch to mine.
" Intense, is it not?" He whispers, his voice is husky. And in his usual fashion he dosen't allow me to respond and he kisses me. His lips are full and soft, and so warm. His tounge slidsinto my mouth and i taste him, his hot tounge slides over mine. I moan, and at that moan he grips my waist and pulls me , if possible, closer to him. I groan out and fist his hair. He growls and presses me against an nearby column and lifts me up, scrunching the gown so my legs wrap around his waist. I feel myself grow aroused and i moan into the kiss, he pulls away, panting. His warm breath leaves soft puffs in the cold air.
I bite my lip and press my hips against his, he closes his eyes and winces .
" Stop." he hisses out. I grin and and do it again. " Why? Intense is it not?" My eye gleam as he opens his, a scowle on his face. Threw gritted teeth he whispers.
" I'm not going to take my furture bride outside, as our first night together." He pulls away easing me down to the ground, looking at me with a harsh look.
" What?" I ask annoyed and frustrated both sexually and mentally .
" Forgive me for wanting to give you what you deserve." His tone is clipped and mocking. He adjusts his suite and offers her his arm.
"Come. It's nearly 11 and I'm sure your family is wondering where you are. " I look at his arm and then back at his. I have him , right where I want him. I'm not lettign this chance leave me
" No." I stand my ground.
"No?"He arches a brow and smiles. " Well, stay out here in the snow if you wish." He turns to leave but not before I grab his arm.
" I mean, no. I'm not leavein here unti you talk to me." He chuckles and take my hand. " My, darling we have plenty of time for that. I'm not leavign you again."
" Leaving me? Oh, I know you aren't leaving me again because I'd be damned if..." Per he norm her cuts me off..again. His eyes widen and looks behind his shoulders.
" Let's take care of useing the D-A-M-N-E-D word, shall we? you never know who might be listening. Now...as you were saying love?" He grins wide at me, I scowl but smile back. His smile is beyon infectious. The snow has picked up and unlike inside it's sticks to us and it sends a shiver.
" Are you sure..." It's my turn to cut him off as I scowl at him, hard and angrily. He raises his hands in defeat . Good. He's learning. Now that I have him here, to myself I pause. Where do I begin? Here he is in front of me man himself...the man of my dreams... I gape at him.
" What's your name?" he laughs and takes my hand. He bows and brings my knuckles to his lips.
" I am Edward Anthony Mason Cullen, It is a pleasue to meet you Miss. Isabella Marie Swan." He smiles and shwos off his odd, old world charm. I snicker and look to him.
Smirking he again offers his arm to me. " Come now, you are turning 's get you inside." I willing take his arm, the cold air has gotten to me.
" Well it seems you know much more about me than I know about you. Why is that?" He begins talkbut it is overshadowed by the screams in my head. I pull away from him but he holds my hands tightly.
"Isabella?"
"Bella! Come quick!" Rosecalls to me telopathically After I hear her, the windows above us blow out and glass rains down on us. Edward pushes me down and shields me, screams echo out of the buiding.
"Rose, where are you?" I call out toherin my mind.
'In the ballroom, fighting. HURRY!" - she is breathless. I stand and run up the stairs, Edward is hot on my tail, I burst through the doors and the site before me had changed tenfold from when I was last in there.
" Oh my God..." I gasp out.