Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of this story. They belong to Stephenie Meyer and her series Twilight.

Author's Note: I AM SOOOOO SORRY that i haven't updated in like, a year. I guess i've just been so busy and out of the writing funk. This may be my only update for a while, so i have another handful of sorries to give out. Finals are the week after next, so I'm going to have to start studying soon. I hope you enjoy! Leave me tons of reviews, for they may convince me to write more. D

-Ed.cullenator

Chapter

The pitter patter of the rain no longer woke me up like it used to, but today, with all of the jitters and nervousness, it managed to pry me from my sleep at a sharp seven o'clock.

I yawned as I stretched my arms. The room was still dark from the rain, but I was pretty sure that Edward was not here. My eyes weren't that bad. My heart pounded in my chest. What if he didn't want to marry me anymore? Did he just leave?

I slowed my breathing, and reassured myself that he was just running pre-wedding errands. Whatever those errands were, I had no idea, but I repeated the thought as my mantra.

My room was an absolute mess. That I could see. The blankets on my bed were sprawled everywhere, and I had a few dirty tee shirts lying on the ground from the past few days when I had been too lazy to walk them down to the washing machine. My life had been pretty hectic lately.

Because of the heat of the summer August air, my thin tank top stuck to my back. I felt the need for a shower. I took my time and loosened my tensed-up muscles. Every so often thoughts of Edward leaving popped into my head, and it would take another few minutes of unknotting my muscles to clear my head. Still, I repeated my mantra.

I wrapped a towel around myself, and twisted the remaining water out of my hair. When I returned to my room, I had to walk back into the hall to double check I had the right room. It was completely different. My room looked as if it was a salon or a spa or something. This had Alice written all over it.

On the desk with the computer lay a hair straightener, a curler, and a blow drier. My bed was completely covered with clothes, only a few of which I owned. The rest looked to be Alice's style, simple and expensive. At the bottom of my rocking chair was what I guessed to be a pedicure bowl, or whatever it was called. Bottles of various nail polishes were neatly lined up, so my guess had to be pretty close.

"Alice?" I whispered, knowing fully well that she would be able to hear me.

A chiming laugh rang softly from behind me. I spun around, and was face to face with Alice, Rosalie, and Esme, who had come to help me get ready for my big debut. They all had glowing smiles lighting their faces, and unfortunately, it was contagious. I couldn't help but smile, even in the presence of all of these beauty products.

"She's happy!" Alice exclaimed, "That is always a good sign on your wedding day!"

"I should hope so," Rosalie muttered, back to her former self. I had just begin to get used to the nice Rosalie. Maybe Alice had bribed her to be nice to me. I hoped that wasn't the case.

"That's enough jibber jabber. I'm sure Bella is very excited, and we should start getting her ready. After all, the wedding starts at one o'clock," Esme interjected.

I smiled thankfully at her. This talk of my nerves and whatever was starting to make me uneasy.

"Let's get started," said Alice demonically. "Now how shall we do this? Hair, make-up, and then dress, or make-up, hair and then dress, or make-up, dress and then hair?" she asked, more to herself then to the rest of us.

"How did you do it at your wedding?" I asked.

"Good point. Since I didn't' have to do my hair," she muttered, running her long fingers through her extremely short hair, "and I didn't have to do my make-up, it's kind of a moot-point."

"Why don't we just start with her hair and take it from there," Esme suggested.

"Sounds good to me," Alice agreed cheerfully. "Over here, Bella." She stood by my desk in a flash, with the straightener in her hair.

"Might as well," I grumbled. "This will be my last Barbie doll experience, Alice. Make the most of it," I said, "I want to remember it pleasantly, if that's possible."

She and Esme chuckled at my dry humor. "I don't know what I promised you, but I am totally taking complete control of your hair today." I groaned, but she continued anyway, "Let's see… up-do, or a relaxed style? Hmm," she murmured, closing her eyes. It was always so shocking when Alice would have a vision. She looked dead, with no pun intended, and it always took me a while to remember that that's what she does. She has visions.

"Today is going to be an up-do kind of day," she finally declared, transitioning out of her frozen state.

"Great," I grumbled mordantly.

"Go ahead and take a seat, Bella."

I did as I was told and sat down at my desk. I predicted that the hard wooden chair would get a bit uncomfortable by the time Alice was done. Unfortunately for me, there wasn't a mirror in sight, so I would have no idea on how much progress was being made.

"Rosalie, would you mind just straightening her hair for a moment? I forgot something. Esme, before she does that could you untangle Bella's knotty hair? Thank you so much. I'll be back in a flash," she promised, making a quick escape out of my room.

Esme started to brush out my hair while Rosalie sat on the corner of my bed and watched.

"What's it like?" I said to the two of them, nobody in particular. "I mean, to get married."

Esme sighed happily. "It's an experience you will never forget. Granted, we have perfect memories, but all the same, nobody could forget such a day as that. I remember my wedding to Carlisle. It was so absolutely perfect, and we didn't even need a church, or a large crowd to witness it."

"Oh, that's so sweet. What did your dress look like, Esme?" I asked, curious.

"As you probably know, dresses back then were much different from the way they are now, as are all the other articles of clothing. My dress was very much similar to yours, simple, but classic. I hadn't wanted anything too extravagant."

"It sounds wonderful," I said, imagining it all. I didn't want to pry into Rosalie's life, but I felt it was polite to ask her anyway, "What about you Rosalie? What was the experience like, marrying Emmett?"

She smiled, lost in her own memories, "It gets better every time," she stated. I left it at that. No need to annoy her with questions.

"And your wedding will be just as magical," Esme concluded. "I just can't believe that our Edward has found you. He was always so adamant… but now, look at him, and you. It's so wonderful."

I smiled shyly, "I know. It's just so hard to believe. Edward and I. To think, someone like Edward, so selfless and caring and perfect, wants to marry me…"

"Of course Edward wants you. You're his other half, soul mates, so to speak," Rosalie chirped in, her attitude changing yet again.

"Thanks, Rosalie," I said, "for saying that. It was really sweet."

"It's the truth," she replied.

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Alice had come back with none other than a mirror. A huge, full-length mirror. It was horrible. She and Rosalie and Esme dried my hair and straightened it. Then, Alice put it into some form of a regal up-do. I had yet to look at.

"What's the point of the mirror if I'm not allowed to look in it?" I argued.

"It's for the final product, Bella," Alice explained. "I want you to see it completely done!"

She then proceeded to do my make-up. I was surprisingly thankful that I had the three of them to do my make-up, because never would I have been able to do it on my own. When it came to make-up I was clueless. Alice had me close my eyes quite a few times. At one point, when she was putting on eyeliner, she demanded that I didn't blink. It was very hard, to keep my eyelids still. Yes, I know how weird that sounds, but that's how it went down.

This long process didn't drag on as I had expected it to. Time flew by, and I hated to admit it, but it was because I was having fun. Alice had finally gotten to me. My last makeover experience would be a good one.

The alarm clock displayed that it was now eleven thirty. I now had just an hour and a half until I was to be wedded to Edward. It was a shocking, unbelievable, and incredible feeling.

"Pedicure time," Alice piped with pure excitement ringing through her words. "What color, ladies? Shall we go with a simple topey beige color? Or light pink? Or crimson? Or romantic red?" She received a glare from Rosalie. "I swear that's what the bottle says it's called." She picked the bottle up and shoved it in Rosalie's face. "See. Romantic Red."

"Okay, okay," Rosalie said defensively. "It's a color, I get it. They should call it Rose Red," she muttered.

"What do you think, Esme?" I asked, "Which color should I go with?"

"Oh, Bella," she murmured, "That's your decision to make, not mine. It's your special day."

I pondered it for a moment. Since my dress was a classic, I decided to go with a classic color.

"Good choice, Bella!" Alice shouted. "I like Romantic Red too!"

She quickly got to filling the tub, or bowl, with warm water. She pressed a button, and it the already warm water started to heat up. "Aren't these things supposedly unsanitary?" I asked, worried for the sake of my feet.

"Not my pedicure tub," Alice assured. "Don't you think I would know if it was a faulty tub, anyway?" she asked playfully, tapping her head.

Within a half hour my toes were painted and shined to perfection. Alice then moved on to my nails, which she polished in a French manicure. Her skills with painting nails were almost professional, or better. Of course, it was Alice. Anything she did would be perfect.

"Dress time!" Rosalie squealed happily. Again, she seemed to be out of character… I wondered.

"Okay Bella, wait five more minutes for your nails to completely dry, and then we can get you into this baby," she said, emerging from my closet with the dress in its cover in her arms. The dress was almost twice the height of her.

"Just keep your arms up straight," Esme advised, "when we put the dress on. Rosalie will protect your hair, I'll put the dress on from the top, and Alice will pull it form the bottom." She certainly had experience in helping people into wedding dresses. Probably from Rosalie's many experiences.

She was right. The dress slid on smoothly and my hair and I got out, or in, unscathed.

"And last but not least," Alice exclaimed, "your shoes!"

This was the one accessory Alice hadn't let me pick out. She said that as the maid of honor she deserved to have at least one surprise for me. The key work being at least.

Rosalie rummaged through the piles of clothing on my bed, and lifted up a sum of shirts. Hidden underneath was a box, labeled Versace. Oh no, I thought, she didn't.

I gasped at the beautifully dangerous shoes that Rosalie revealed as she opened the box. The white, high-heeled, strappy sandals were stunning. They were much too much for me, but Alice insisted.

"Go ahead," she urged, "put them on. I already know that they will fit you perfectly."

Rosalie handed me the box, and I delicately held up the shoe for a better look. Yep, it was amazing, and undoubtedly extremely expensive.

"Thank you so, so, so much, Alice! Thank you all of you!" I exclaimed.

"It's our pleasure, dear," said Esme.

"Ready for the mirror?" Alice asked, and I all too eagerly nodded my head yes.

My reflection was most definitely not me. It couldn't have been. My eyes weren't that brown, my hair wasn't that shiny and silky looking, my lips weren't that big, and I was never this pretty.

"Oh my God!" I exclaimed, "I love it!"

I know this is really very short and you were probably expecting more since i haven't updated in a while... its just...im debating over the plot, and im not sure if i want any edward point of views in the next update...again, sorry, but leave reviews all the same.

to those of you who said it was out of character before, how is it now?