I do not own the twilight saga

Chapter 4

I had just told my sisters the news when there was a knock on Irena's door.

"Yes?" she called.

"Is Tanya in there?" asked my brother from the other side.

I franticly, but noiselessly shook my head at her.

"No. I don't know where she is." She said toward the door in a flat voice.

I heard my brother sigh. "Alright." he said.

I was holding my breath at that point, so it felt good to finally exhale.

"You when into mothers room?" Kate gaped at my in horror.

"Fine then. I'll get married in a blue dress." I responded sarcastically.

We were all sitting on Irena's huge bed with the wedding gown sprawled across the middle of it. None of us had seen it accept in the painting that hung in the dinning hall along with all the other kings and queens wedding paintings. It was even sweeter in person.

Luke was in the servants quarters, looking and asking around to see if he can find some more groom suitable clothes then servants rags to become prince in.

"Anyways," I started again, "Also, when I was in there, I found those." I said pointing to a pile of amethyst silk.

"And?" Irena pushed.

"I got them for you." I told her. She looked at me carefully, before crossing the room and lifting up the gown that rested on top. When she saw the propose of it, she gasped as I did that afternoon.

"I get to where this?" she gaped.

"Yes." I told her. "You can keep it as well. It will be used at my wedding. I get to decide the ownership of all the possessions."

Kate hurried across the room, and picked up the sinuous, elegant gown I had for her. Her reaction was not very different from her sisters.

I sighed. "Alright, we need to be down there in a short while, so please help me into this dress!"

"Wait, slow down," Kate said. "You're doing it tonight?"

"Of course. We only have three days until she gets back, we can't risk having the news spread to her."

Kate sighed. "fine." She said in a stern voice, but I could tell she was exited.

The temple that was connected to the castle was on the top floor, up about five flights of stairs. On most days, I would complain about how long and hard it was to get up there, but tonight, I couldn't get up there fast enough.

This wasn't going to be a traditional wedding. It as going to be very short, no extra talk at the beginning, and no reception, just walking down the aisle and "I do's" . All quite simple.

Irena was at the organ playing some random, but happy tune she made up, since she didn't know how to play the traditional song yet, and Kate was in front of me.

All the time, Luis was down stairs, waiting for the sheets boy that was not going to arrive.

Even though, I wanted him to be the one to walk me down the aisle, he couldn't be told about this until afterwards.

So I walked my self. The steps came easy, the words came smoothly, and the air came thick.

But I didn't really care about the words, or the dress, or even the atmosphere anymore once I saw Luke on the other side of the room…waiting for me.

I can't saw I remembered anything of that night.

Or even afterwards, as I was in Irena's room again taking of the dress, and putting on an innovative floor gown enclosed in cobalt flora.

All I can recall was the hoarfrost cerulean look in Luke's eyes, and the ringing, expensive resonance of his voice.

The rings we used were unlike the other kinds we could slip on and of. These were tied to our fingers with a steel kind of rope. If we ever wanted to take them of, we would have to cut them. So in this case, they would last forever.

Or at least, until my mother came home.