Slowly does it.
Baby steps.
Deep breaths.
Come on Bella you can do it.
Two little words.
"I do!"
There it was done. I am now a married woman, married to the most powerful man in Chicago. I am now Mrs. Edward Anthony Cullen. I suddenly felt myself being pulled in a hundred different directions but I remained rooted to the spot, I was at a loss as to why until I felt a sharp tug on my hand. Edward.
"Ladies, I understand your excitement to visit with my new bride, however I would like a short few moments alone with her. Isabella, come along now dear."
"Ladies, thank you for your well wishes but as my new husband has said we would like a few moments alone before the celebrations commence I am sure I can count on you to allow us our privacy."
"Oh of course Mrs. Cullen. You can count on us."
Walking away from the crowd Edward guided us towards the bridal suite that I started my day in, I was shocked that he knew where it was but then logically I knew he would always know where I was he was strategic and in control.
"Isabella, you look simply ravishing my dear, I have to say I was shocked when I saw you walking down the aisle towards me today I was almost expecting the little girl in the photo in my fathers office."
"I could say the same about you Edward I was certain that the same bronze haired terror from our childhood would be waiting for me at the alter, I am relieved to see that you are quite grown up and no longer inclined to tug on my hair I hope?"
"Oh you never know Isabella I might just." He laughed.
"Perfetto assolutamente perfetto , le tue foto saranno belle. You two are a photographers dream, simply beautiful." The sudden interruption startled us out of out little bubble and Edwards hand shot towards his belt.
"Who are you?" he bellowed.
"Mi perdoni Signor Cullen non volevo intromettermi. I am Philippe, Signor Cullen your photographer for the day."
"Isabella, Edward, its time to make your entrance the guests are getting restless and Grandfather will not be happy if we keep him waiting much longer."
"Come along Isabella we must depart." And just like that our moment is gone and so is the smiling happy Edward from our childhood.