I guess no one noticed my horrendous spelling and word missuses last night. Yeah, I usually let my friends kindof beta read for me, but they didn't have time last night so I had to go it alone. But yes, thank you, Rachel, for pointing how how much of a sucky speller I am. So, I haven't changed the story at all. Just fixed grammar mistakes.
-Elle
This is slightly longer than all my other chapters. Well, a lot longer. But it's still short. I actually like longer chapters. Hmm... what a shame.
Anyway, I do not own Twilight or New Moon.
Enjoyyy!
Edward's POV
Tomorrow had come at last. In just a few hours Bella would be bound to me for all eternity.
I got in my car and drove around the city to kill some time. I didn't have anything in particular to do, and Alice and Esme had stolen Bella away until the wedding for her to get pampered.
I drove towards Central Park and got out to walk around. I walked the entire perimeter in under five minutes and got back in the car. My anxiety was driving me insane.
I then remembered hearing about a little grunge record store I wanted to check out. I drove there and bought some indie label CDs. I really needed to find something to occupy my time.
My restlessness was really getting to my mind. I still had a few hours before I had to get ready and decided to go back home and watch a game. That had to at least be semi-entertaining and was sure to keep me occupied for a while.
Bella's POV
Alice and Esme had brought me back to the same spa, Luxury X, and demanded that they do something with my hopeless hair. They pulled and brushed and washed and curled and combed and sprayed until it was in a perfect array of waves down my back. Alice insisted that they added some very subtle red highlights that sparkled in the sun, but why anybody would be concentrating on my hair when I walked out into the daylight while my whole body glittered like thousands of diamonds was beyond me.
The hairdressers then insisted on doing my make-up and giving me another manicure, even though my nails were still perfect from two days ago. This time they were painted the French way; more elegant and appropriate for a wedding.
When we finally walked out of the salon it was time for the girls to rush me home and get me to the castle, where I would soon be married to the love of my life.
In the car, Alice and Esme just ranted about how perfect I'll look in my dress and how amazing the reception will be and how beautiful the decorations are. I couldn't wait to see what Alice had done; I knew it would be extravagant and over done, but Edward deserved it.
They blindfolded me with a satin sash so that I couldn't see my surroundings and escorted me into the room where I would get ready.
"I won't let you see it until later, I want you to be surprised," Alice said. As if seeing my handsome fiancée wasn't surprise enough.
They quickly stripped me of my ordinary clothing, and Alice handed me a lacey lingerie set and I just looked at her, a dumbfounded expression on my face.
"For Edward," she said, a grin appearing on her face. She was crazy if she thought I would ever be caught dead in anything like that.
"Please?" she pleaded. I rolled my eyes and quickly put it on. It was incredibly uncomfortable, but it did give the illusion that I, in fact, had cleavage.
I slipped on the dress. It felt so right. Esme held several diamond necklaces and bracelets out for me to choose. They were all so glittery and beautiful. I must have been wearing at least a million dollars worth of jewelry. I would have to thank Esme after.
I then stepped into my shoes – my Jimmy Choos, to be exact. I didn't even want to know how much we had spent on them. The heels were way too high and I was sure my clumsiness would get the best of me. Just watch me trip as I walk down the aisle.
I looked into the mirror one more time before I had to go. I looked simply breathtaking. All of Alice's hard work did not go unmentioned.
Esme put on the satin sash once again and carried me to the top of the aisle. She stood me backwards and removed the blindfold. I stared back at the castle. It was beautiful. Outside every window was a window box overflowing with pink roses. And sure enough, hanging from the balcony was a perfectly draped pink fabric. Everything was perfect.
I could hear the pianist begin to play "Here Comes the Bride," and felt the butterflies begin fluttering in my stomach. I turned around and everyone stood. This was it.
Charlie grabbed my hand and an overwhelming wave of emotion came over me. Charlie came. Charlie's walking me down the aisle on my wedding day.
We slowly began walking and I could hear several people "awh"ing and Renee's tears of happiness. I smiled at her and she smiled in return.
When Charlie and I reached the end of the walkway, I looked at Edward and felt all of my love for him rush through my body. I joined him at his side and we both stared into each other's eyes and turned to look at Carlisle.
"Do you, Edward Anthony Masen Cullen, take Isabella Marie Swan to be your lawfully wedded wife? In sickness and in health, in times of plenty and in times of want, in times of joy and in times of sorrow, in times of failure and in times of triumph, to cherish and respect her, to care for and protect her, to comfort and encourage her, and stay with her, for all eternity?"
"I do," he said as he squeezed my hand.
"Do you, Isabella Marie Swan, take Edward Anthony Masen Cullen to be your lawfully wedded husband? In sickness and in health, in times of plenty and in times of want, in times of joy and in times of sorrow, in times of failure and in times of triumph, to cherish and respect him, to care for and protect him, to comfort and encourage him, and stay with him, for all eternity?"
"I do," I said.
"Then by the power vested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."
I was off my feet in an instant. Edward held me up to his lips and kissed me with all the power and passion in the world. It wasn't until Carlisle cleared his throat that we realized we were in front of our friends and family, at our wedding, and they were waiting for the reception.
Edward and I walked down the isle hand and hand and back into the room so I could change into a less constricting outfit.
He helped me unbutton my dress and stared at what he saw I was wearing underneath. He raised an eyebrow and smirked.
"Remind me to thank Alice later."
I scoffed.
I changed into a less formal wedding dress without a train and Edward carried me to the reception hall. He sat me down next to him and people hurried to congratulate us. An ever growing pile of gifts was accumulating on a table over by the window and I was very apprehensive of all the thank you cards I would have to write.
Edward pulled me out onto the dance floor for our first dance. We had selected a Gershwin song that Edward loved. He sang it word for word into my ear; his sweet voice melting my heart.
After the dance, my dad practically had to pry us apart so that I could dance with him. I had picked "Butterfly Kisses" and I could have sworn I saw Charlie's eyes start to water. He was never quite in touch with his emotions, but it was a sign that he really cared.
Edward and I proceeded to cut our cake, which Alice had out done herself with again. It was seven tiers tall and was frosted with glittery pink frosting and looked like a work of art. His entire family plus I all ate our slices with smiles on our faces. We would have to cough it up later, but who doesn't eat their wedding cake on their special day?
After a night of dancing and eating, our guests finally left and Edward and I were not far behind. We got into our white stretch limousine, ready to be driven to the airport to depart for our honeymoon in the Bahamas.
I sat on Edward's lap and his fingers slowly started to unbutton my dress in the back. He pulled it off my shoulders gently and lifted me to get it off my legs. I was sitting there, half naked, and luckily he had put up the dark screen dividing the driver from ourselves. He slowly began kissing my neck and I worked on unbuttoning his shirt and getting it off him.
His cold marble chest was as smooth as ever and I began rubbing my hands over it. He was unclasping my bra and smiled at me. I guess this will never stop being exciting.
Edward's POV
My hands traveled down her sides to her very lacey black thong. How seductive. I like it. I gave her a look asking for permission and she nodded. I quickly removed my pants and rolled her over so I was sitting over her. I continued kissing any part of her body I could. She was so good at this.
Every part of my body wanted her right now. She led me on with her gentle gasps and I knew she was ready.
Bella's POV
After we were finished I felt like I was a teenager again. Having sex in a limo. How classy. I quickly pulled some more comfortable underwear from my bag and put on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. I would be spending the next few hours on a plane; I might as well be comfortable.
When we got to the airport Edward carried our bags and we quickly checked in and boarded our plane. I had become accustomed to traveling first class with the Cullen's, and I sat into the plush leather seat and grabbed Edward's hand. The flight wasn't as long as I had expected, and we were off the plane within four hours.
We got our luggage and walked out of the airport through a shady doorway into the dark limousine that was waiting for us.
"Welcome to paradise," Edward said as he kissed me lightly on the lips.
I didn't incorporate Bella's power into this. What was so going to do? apply lipstick with her mind? laaaame. I will be using it a lot more in coming chapters. I don't think I'll be updating until Saturday night... or maybe even sunday... I'm going to see Marie Antionette with some friends tomorrow and Saturday I'm just busy busy busy. Okay, so... later...
