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This chapter is so bad! I had looked at it for the past few days, not exactly sure what I was going to do. It's kind of a filler, all I could think was I have to get this chapter written to get to the good stuff. So, I apologize if it's boring...

Chapter 10

It had been nice to have even a few minutes alone with Edward, even it had been quite literally just a few minutes. I had missed him and seeing him for that short amount of time made me miss him even more. We had started to get into an argument over my choice to return to the palace, but I had a feeling we would have gotten past that in a short amount of time.

"Princess, please try to stand still." I was in the middle of my final dress fitting, making sure everything was perfect for tomorrow's wedding. Yes, the wedding had gotten moved up, they were afraid that I would run again if we waited any longer. They were right, I would have. I regretted coming back, so I would have left again. My wedding dress was beautiful, I had to admit that. I would be wearing a white dress, lace on the top with beading, on the back was a flowery design within the lace, as well as beading going down my back. I did have a small train and would have James's niece and nephew follow behind me, carrying the train. I would be wearing a tiara with my veil. No royal wedding is complete with a tiara.

"You look beautiful." I saw my mom's reflection in the mirror, she was smiling, her hands clasped in front of her face. "You look absolutely beautiful."

"Thank you."

"Please give us a minute," she told the staff and I watched them leave. I was in for another lecture. "Bella, I wish I could be seeing you so in love and so excited for your wedding, but your father…"

"I know," I mumbled looking down at my dress. "Believe me, I hear it enough. Mom…"

"What?" I shook my head and turned back to the mirror, tears were beginning to form. "Bella, what is it?"

"What is it? Mom, you even see it! I hate this! I hate being here! I hate this man!" I was throwing a tantrum, not very princess like. I soon felt her hands on my shoulders.

"You know, when I was your age, I dreamt of having this fantasy life for future daughter. I wanted her to grow up thinking being a princess was glamourous. That's how I was raised into it, your grandparents made me see how magical it could be. They helped make it like it is in the Disney movies. Granted, it couldn't always be like that. As I grew up, I began to learn the politics side and how my role could make a difference."

"How did you get to be with dad?" I asked turning to face her, she gave me a gentle smile and wiped my face dry.

"I met your father at a charity event, he said he was there just to show good publicity, but he was there to help out. I had already been planned to marry him, but had yet to meet him. He was very handsome and… he was my prince. Your father used to be my best friend, but he changed." A small smile came onto her face, no doubt remembering what my father had once been like. "I should get them back in here, let you finish getting prepared for tomorrow. It's going to be a big day. I love you, Bella."

"I love you too, mom," I replied and waited for the designers to come back in. I had been able to have a normal moment with my mom, she had wanted a good life for me. I wanted that for my future children. I shuddered, however, at the thought of having children with James. Maybe I could adopt. The designers had yet to return, giving one final look at the door I made my way to my closet where a small box lie hiding. This phone was the one connection I had to Edward and Alice. They were planning something, they had yet to tell me what, but I knew them. Bringing up Edward's contact info, I debated on whether I should call him. I knew the designers would be back any minute, I wouldn't have long… Maybe just a quick text?

'Getting married tomorrow… :/' Clutching my phone to my chest I waited, hoping to get a response before anyone came back. Looking at it, I saw the dots showed that he was typing… but nothing ever came. Reluctantly I put the phone away and got into place, footsteps were getting closer. I wouldn't be alone much longer.