RPOV:

The love of family and the admiration of friends is much more important than wealth and privilege. –Charles Kuralt

Emmett's arm was around my waist as he guided me towards the banquet hall where our reception would be taking place. Jen was ushering our families in to an area that was set for pictures. She smiled widely at us when she saw us entering and then Jen was in motion. I had to take pictures with Emmett. I had to take pictures with my sisters. Emmett had to take pictures with his brother. I had to take some with my sisters and Alice. Emmett had to take some with his friends, brother and Jasper. Jasper and I had to take some. Emmett and his parents had to take some. I had to take some with my parents. We each took full family photos. We had our families surround us for some photographs. By the time we were done getting pictures taken I was over it.

Jen ushered our families in to the reception area and made us take even more photos. She swore we would want them one day. When we finally finished Emmett led me to the reception area with his arm around my waist.

"Welcoming the new Mr. and Mrs. Cullen!"

Emmett let his hand fall from my waist and he immediately enclosed my hand in his. We walked in, his free hand in his pocket and mine closed around my bouquet. He lifted our hands together as we walked in and our families cheered.

"Yeaaaah!" he belted and pointed to Alice, winking.

She shook her head, but a huge smile was spread over her face.

The room was beautiful. It was littered with gold and beige decorations. The flowers were not only beautiful, but the whole room smelled like them. Each table held a large floral centerpiece with sticks coming out of the top with a last name. Little name cards were at every chair. There was one gorgeous chandelier that caught my attention. Music was flowing softly. Laughter could be heard. Food could be smelled. It was a welcoming atmosphere.

Emmett led me to our small table towards the front of the room. I placed my flowers on the table and Emmett pulled out my chair and pushed it back in once I'd taken my seat. He sat beside me and leaned back in his chair. I watched him loosen his tie a little and scan the room quickly before letting his gaze land back on me.

"So when you walked through the curtain and saw me how did you feel?" he raised an eyebrow.

"Relived," I admitted, "I thought you were handsome."

Emmett nodded at that.

"Good. I would have been a little upset if my newly acquired wife wasn't attracted to me."

I rolled my eyes and Emmett laughed.

"Fine I'll bite," I leaned back and sat my hands in my lap, "And what did you think when you first saw me?"

Emmett leaned forward and grabbed the wine bottle off of the table. He looked at the back of the bottle and then the name before taking off the top and pouring half a glass of wine in to our champagne flutes. I watched Emmett carefully. He had the watch I'd gotten him on his right arm. I noted the way he moved. He didn't look stiff. He picked up one of the flutes and offered it to me. I shook my head no and he set it back down.

"Are you ignoring my question, Emmett Cullen?" I teased.

"Of course not, Rosalie Cullen," he winked at me, "I thought you were a walking angel when I saw you. And then I worried about what you'd think of me and if you'd like me or be attracted to me. The normal stuff," he shrugged.

"Too bad I hate you and I'm not attracted to you," I leaned back and flipped my hair over a shoulder.

Emmett scoffed but grabbed my left hand in one of his.

"Too bad you already said I do."

"Too bad," I echoed.

He laughed a long, drawn out sound. He was so childlike it was unbelievable.

"I think we'll get along well," he said finally releasing my hand, "I don't feel weird or awkward or forced. So far so good, right?"

"Right."

I paused as three men in serving outfits came before us. They began to set plates in front of us and I was honestly amazed by how much stuff Emmett's mother had thought to order for the wedding. The table was soon littered with plates and I looked to Emmett for some sort of help. He smiled, a wide smile that showed off his miraculously white teeth.

"Need help?" he asked.

"I have no idea where to start."

"Well, we didn't know if you'd be allergic to anything or if you were vegan or-"

"I'm not allergic to anything and I'm not much of a picky eater."

I took in the 6 plates before me, 3 small bowls, a half sized martini and 4 shot glasses on a plate.

"Well, I'll just point out some stuff to you. Esme is a lover of all things food. It's like her artistic passion," Emmett pointed to each dish in turn listing them out for me, "That is a seafood salad; shrimp, calamari, scungilli, octopus, and mussels with lemon and extra-virgin olive oil. There's salmon broiled and seasoned with bread crumbs, garlic, lemon, and butter with asparagus and a baby rack of lamb beside golden fried potato croquette," Emmett paused as if to think before starting again, "This is your lobster beside roasted vegetables. There's a combination of shrimp, scrod and scallops topped with a buttery crumb topping, served with mashed potatoes. This last plate is your steak, mushrooms and oven dried tomatoes. The two bowls are ravioli with roasted red-pepper sauce, bow tie pasta with Gorgonzola cream sauce, and shrimp scampi. The glasses," he tapped one with a finger, "you can figure out."

I smirked. He was right. The mini martini glass was filled with what I could assume was guacamole. It sat in the center of a plate filled with chips. The four shot glasses that rested on a plate were filled with what looked like tomato soup, a triangle of grilled cheese sitting in each so that the four would equal an entire sandwhich.

"She can't expect me to eat all of this," I looked around the table.

"Of course not," he smirked, "We get to share. So, what do you want?"

"I honestly have no idea," I scoffed, "Don't you think this is a little," I watched a man seat down a plate with four bite sized burgers on it surrounded by fries, "much," I finished lamely.

I could feed me and my entire six person family of off this table and Jasper ate quite a lot.

"No," Emmett smirked, "She just wanted to make sure that you had something to actually eat. She was feeling around blindly. Besides, Emse doesn't waste food. She'll probably invite people in soon so that they can eat some of this stuff. And it isn't as much as you think. She just ordered a little of everything and fixed you a sample of each."

A waitress walked up to us with several small shot glasses and sat them down.

"A1 steak sauce, ranch, ketchup, gravy and French dressing," she explained as she sat them down.

Emmett watched me watch her.

"Your mother is one hell of a party planner," I said lamely.

"She lives for this sort of stuff," he shrugged, "Enjoy it, Rose. Today is the beginning of the rest of our lives together and I, my friend, don't cook."

I laughed.

EPOV:

I watched Rosalie pick up a spoon and look from plate to plate. She was beautiful and she worried about my mom over spending. That was cute. She wasn't a wasteful person. She slid the salad her way and I watched my mother watch Rosalie pour French dressing on her food.

"So," I let my eyes leave my mother's smirk, "What looks absolutely disgusting to you?"

Rosalie laughed.

"Emmett, eat whatever you want. Even if I did want to eat everything, I couldn't."

"Rosalie," I dragged her name out as if I were child being chastised.

"Emmett, just pick something. I can always just steal a bite off of your plate,"

I shrugged before taking in my options. In the end, I went with the baby rack of lamb. A waitress returned and asked if we'd want something different to drink. My mouth was moving and my hands were putting food in to it, but my mind was somewhere else.

I was actually married. I glanced at the wedding band on my finger. This was real. I had to keep reminding myself that. There was so much for me to do at my house to make it more of a home or would she be doing that? What side of the bed did she sleep on or would she want her own room? We were technically strangers after all. Did she squeeze her toothpaste from the top or the bottom? Was she a morning person? Did-

When Edward approached the table my head jerked up and towards him. I wasn't sure how long I was out of it. I glanced at Rosalie who was looking off and mouthing something at one of her sisters who was making real life heart eyes back and blinking wildly. I took in the half empty salad plate and the empty bowl of shrimp scampi. She'd eaten a bite sized burger as well but everything else looked untouched. I commended her attempt.

Edward winked at me and I noticed the microphone in his hand for the first time.

"It is now time for the bride and groom's dance," he said gingerly.

I scoffed. I wasn't one for dancing. I pulled myself up all the same and pulled out my wife's chair. She climbed to her feet and I offered her my hand.

"Sorry I checked out earlier," I admitted.

"It's fine," Rose smiled at her father from where he was sitting, "You looked like you were concentrating and I didn't want to interrupt you."

I looked at my own father from where he was seated wedged between my mother and sister.

"You'll never be considered an interruption."

I paused in the middle of the floor. The music started. Low and soft and then a little bit louder. My hands landed on her waist. She placed hers on my shoulders.

"I'm not a very good dancer," I lied.

"Neither am I," she admitted.

"And I'm trying not to step on your dress," I scoffed.

She repeated the sound.

"I graduated in dance. What did you graduate in?"

"In college?"

Her question had caught me offguard. It seemed a little random.

"Yes, in college."

"Business," I said shortly.

"So you always knew you wanted to own a company?"

"Not really. I wanted to play professional football."

"Every athletes dream."

I spun Rosalie out and then pulled her back towards me.

"Maybe so," I admitted.

"You said you weren't a good dancer," she accused.

"You said you didn't like me. I guess we both lied."

Rosalie laughed as I spun her out again and then pulled her closer than before and planted a quick kiss to her forehead.

"You have potential," she admitted.

"Good, because I think I can see a future with you Mrs. Cullen."

She rolled her eyes at the mention of my last name, but it was very obvious that it was fake. I looked a little over her shoulder. I could see Jake and Garrett sitting with her sisters.

"I think our families are getting along," I said in to her ear.

"Your family makes it easy."

"They want me to be happy and your family seems easy to be nice to. My parents sniff out good people."

"Your mother the wedding planner, the food artist, the people sniffer and the full time parent. You should get that woman a company of her own."

"She would never let me," I spun Rosalie one last time as the song ended.

"You seem persuasive enough."

"I have to be."

We stepped a little apart as our guests clapped.

My mother was waving me over towards our wedding cake. I took Rosalie's hand and led her to the table. Our wedding cake was gorgeous. It was three tiers, each a different type of cake and several small cupcakes surrounded them. I was sure it was another one of my mother's attempt at making sure that Rosalie had something that she liked. The lights dimmed slightly and a bright light landed towards the dance floor. I let my eyes drift there and I looked at Alice, Edward, Jasper and who I believed was Kate.

"Now it's time for the speeches," the DJ announced before pointing to Edward.

"Well," Edward cleared his throat and lifted the mic to his mouth, "I don't know about you guys but it looks to me like the really like each other. What more could we want for the people we love?" he shrugged his shoulder, "I'm not much for the mushy stuff so well, congratulations," he raised his glass.

It looked like scotch to me. I scoffed and shook my head as he passed the microphone.

"You two just connect really well," Alice started, "I can just see the spark in you, Emmett… so to my best friend I give you the ability to make this woman your best friend as well. I'm glad that you've found someone to share your life and your love for life with," she sniffed and wiped her nose with the back of her hand, "You will be an excellent provider and husband and you both have my undying support. Welcome to the family, Rosalie," Alice raised her wine glass and handed the microphone to the next person.

"So, my first sister to get married," Jasper started, "I am so hopeful that this will be the relationship you've been waiting for. So, I want to stand before all of these people and say that I will be your ear when you get in your first argument and you want to storm out and realize you can't. I will be the person that orders ice cream for you when you are sad because you're sort of a clingy person and I'm sure your husband will want to leave the house."

The crowd laughed and I looked to Rosalie. She was crying now, tears falling quickly down her cheeks. Jasper was her best friend. Jasper was like her brother. I could see that. I could see how much he meant to her and how much she meant to him.

"I will be here during every up and down of your marriage," he continued, "to make sure you don't high tail it out of there because I know that you guys can make it through the little bumps… You will one day be a great mother and I look forward to that. I wish you both the best, Jasper raised his glass, the clear liquid sloshing around before he passed the microphone on to Kate.

Jasper pointed to Rosalie and winked and she sniffed, a huge smile forming on her face as she returned the gesture.

"Today begins a new journey," Kate licked her lips, "that leads to a new future, a future none of us thought you would be getting to as soon as you are. I, as your youngest sister that you have always taken care of wish you the best, Rose. I wish you all the happiness in the world. You've taken care of me and Irina and I just- I want you to be happy and live and explore," Kate's voice cracked and she sniffed and wiped her eyes.

I was aware of Rosalie crying in to her hands. I placed a hand on her shoulder and lightly squeezed.

"I'm glad that you can take the light that you shine on us and share it with another person," Kate sniffed again, "Welcome to the family, Emmett," she paused, "You all," she motioned to the room, "Welcome to our family… and congratulations."