A/N: I AM SO SORRY! I thought I posted this months ago! Geez… So anyway this is the LAST LETTER! Omg, I know. The epilogue will follow. But do not feel that this will be the last time you see Elena and I in action. We have a tantalizing trick up our sleeves in a new story that I am in the process of getting started. For updates, keep an eye on Elena's profile, my profile, or my alter ego's profile,(BlackLaceBeauty) for when it will come out. Other Twilight fanfictions can be found on those accounts rated T & M respectively.
Okay, on with the show! We hope you enjoy! ~Kawaii and Elena
The Lost Letters
By Elena McVoy and Kawaii Stella
Chapter Seven
Letter Five to Bella
Written by Kawaii Stella
My dearest Bella, (or should I say the soon to be Mrs. Black?)
It pleases me that you are pleased with the road you life is now taking. I only wish that it was going to be me waiting for you at the altar instead of that mutt Jacob Black. He truly will be the luckiest man on Earth when he says to you, "I do".
Your wedding sounds beautiful. I'm sure it would match your beauty to a point but it could never compare to your true beauty. I wish I could be in attendance at your wedding but that would not bode well, I believe. When the preacher would ask if anyone objects, I would be the one to say I object. What I would really say would follow along these lines:
"Yes I object. I object to this divine woman marrying this good for nothing dog. This glorious angel, Isabella Swan, deserves everything she desires. Which all that she desires would be denied to her if she were to marry Jacob Black."
Then you would leave the mongrel at the altar and join me, where we could find a way to spend forever together. That won't happen, though. I made my choices and now you have made your own choices.
But to a part of your last letter. You said that you wished that Alice could have been your maid of honor. She would have loved that. Probably, if she saw your decision of the bridal party, she would most likely off the wall not being able to be a part of your wedding.
I feel as if my hourglass is about to run dry. It seems like I say the same things over and over again. I need to move on like you have done. It pains me to do so, but if you are happy, then I must move on. Maybe I will go to a town in Italy. Perhaps before that I will call Carlisle and Esme one last time before I, uh, leave.
I hope you will have a blessed wedding day. I just wish it were me.
~Love, Edward Cullen
