Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters/ locations etc from the series.
Chapter 10-
Jessica's misery
"OH MY GOSH!" I flinched at the pitch of Mrs Stanley's voice, although I totally understand her excitement, it was only nine o'clock in the morning for crying out loud. Me, Jessica and her mother were standing outside Jessica's first choice of wedding venue.
During our meetings last week Jessica had decided she wanted a fairy tale themed wedding, hardly a shocker. So we were looking for the perfect, romantic, fairy tale wedding venue. Which; I believe we have just found.
I had arranged a viewing for Jess and Mike. However, that is not what I had gotten. Mrs Stanley had decided it was necessary to take Mike's place. In fact she seemed a little too involved in something that was not hers.
Over the past week she had been ringing, faxing and emailing me none stop to the point where I had blocked all incoming messages from that woman. She was something else. I thought Tanya was bad. She was nothing compared to Jessica's mum. Mrs Stanley truly believed she was an amazing individual and that nobody could ever compare. She was rude, arrogant and selfish. Plus she doesn't seem to care about what her daughter wants. I learned all that about her from a few phone calls and emails. I really did not like her.
Anyway back to the venue.
Belvoir Castle was exquisite. It was situated in a quiet area, just outside the city. It was elegant and set in acres of beautiful gardens. Plus it also had a fairy tale look to it.
We walked up the stone steps into the elegant foyer of the castle. We were all in awe at its elegance. I spotted a shiny black piano at the side of the room.
"You can just imagine the piano being played as your guests arrive." I said gently in Jessica's ear. She nodded in agreement with me.
"It is stunning, there is so much that could be done with this venue. It's out of this world," Jess said, taking in her surroundings.
"Plus, the outside fits your theme." I added for good measure.
"I don't know. I mean it is an amazing venue but I think we could add a bit of sparkle to it. Like have a red carpet leading up into the foyer, with loads of like glittery centrepieces at the sides." Mrs Stanley- who had been very quiet up to now- suggested.
I flinched at that idea, wishing she had just stayed silent.
Jessica who had either chosen to ignore her mum or simply didn't hear her was now staring out the window.
"The views are incredible." She was talking mostly to herself but her voice travelled around the room.
"Indeed it does, because of where the castle is situated it offers breath taking views in every direction." A deep masculine voice responded to Jessica's comment. We all turned toward the voice.
A man walked through a set of double doors at the end of the foyer. He was tall, with brown eyes and black hair. He was kind of cute actually.
"Hello. Welcome to Belvoir Castle. I'm Andrew. I'm your guide for today." He introduced himself to us.
"I'm Isabella Swan. We spoke on the phone," I said, shaking his hand.
"Ah yes. It's lovely to meet you Miss. Swan. I have heard a lot about you." HUH?
"You have?" I asked hesitantly. How did he know who I was?
"Yes miss. Many of the brides that come here mention that they would love you to be planning their big day." he confessed quickly noticing the weird look was I was giving him.
"Oh." I shook my head, clearing my thoughts. "Anyway this is the bride Jessica." Andrew and Jess shook hands.
"Lovely to meet you," he said to her.
"You too. Thank you for seeing us at such short notice."
"It's no problem Miss." Andrew reassured her.
"And this is..." I didn't get to finish my sentence as Mrs Stanley had pushed me out of the way to stand directly in front of Andrew.
"Mrs Stanley." She said holding her hand out to a now scared looking Andrew.
"Pleasure Miss," he said, hesitantly taking her hand.
"You're a handsome one aren't you?" I watched as Andrew's face became pale.
"Mum!" Jess whisper yelled as I struggled to hold in my laughter.
"What? You don't mind do you Andy?" That was it. I couldn't help it. I burst out laughing which earned me glare from Mrs Stanley which I was happy to return in equal measure.
"Come on mum." Jess literally pulled her mum away from Andrew who looked like he wanted to run away. After a few minutes, he seemed to come back down to earth. He cleared his throat and straightened his tie.
"If you would like to follow me?" He gestured towards the doors before walking through them, us following. He led us through the set of oak doors.
"Every wedding at Belvoir castle is special. The Castle's turrets and towers, sweeping staircases and grand open fires all add to the romance of the wedding day." Andrew told as we walked into a grand hall which would hold the ceremony. The walls were red and an open fire place was situated on the left wall. A crystal chandelier hung from the middle of the patterned ceiling.
"Wow." Jess whispered so softly that I almost didn't hear her.
"Whoa, this is amazing!" I heard her mum though.
"I mean it's elegant and sophisticated. See I want a sophisticated and traditional ceremony. Elements of the theme are already here, in the building itself. The reception is where the theme will really come into play. That will be more fairy tales" Jess explained looking around the room.
"Stop talking rubbish Jess. The theme will have to be really reinforced into this place. Yes it is pretty and elegant but a lot will need to be done, to make it perfect." What? Is this woman for real? Look around you! The theme is fairy tale! Jess just sighed at her mother's words.
"Sorry mum." She apologized. I shook my head in disgust. Why was she saying sorry?
"Let's move on shall we?" Andrew suggested, feeling the growing tension in the room.
"Yes lets. Lead the way sexy." Mrs Stanley said in voice that made her sound like she needed a cough sweet. I think she was trying to sound sexy.
For the second time since we got here I was fighting to hold back my laughter as we left the ceremony room. We walked along the corridor and through another set of heavy oak doors.
"This is the majestic state dining room. This room would be where the reception will be held and the wedding breakfasts served. It seats up to 120 guests.
The majestic state dining room was grand to say the least. There were high ceilings, wooden floors, crystal chandeliers. It was beautiful.
"Wow. Again this is stunning. It's incredible. I can actually see myself getting married here." Jess said in small voice, looking at her mum for her approval.
"The only word I can use to describe it is splendid and regal." Mrs Stanley said trying to sound like a professional; instead, I thought she sounded like fool.
"That's two words" I couldn't help comment back, but hey it shut her up.
"After spending the formal part of your wedding day in the Castle's stately rooms you have the opportunity to go 'below the stairs' to continue your celebrations. You can choose to dance the night away in the atmospheric Old Kitchen, or relax on the comfortable leather furniture of the Servants Hall." Andrew continued to explain.
We spent another thirty minutes looking around the rest of the rooms. Every room was more extravagant than the last.
Andrew then walked out of the double doors into one of the castle many gardens. He was right. No matter where you went in this castle, there was always an amazing view that followed.
"If you would prefer to have something outside we can offer a choice of stunning settings for you to share drinks and food. On summer days you can enjoy the Rose Garden in front of the Castle. Even if you do not want an outside ceremony, the gardens would be the perfect place to take your wedding photos."
"This is amazing. It could do with a bit more sparkle I guess but that can be fixed easy. I mean, it's really important. It's not just Jessica's hope and dreams, it's mine too." Mrs Stanley said, while all I could think was; No it isn't!
"So what do we think?" Andrew was speaking directly to Jess. However, she didn't get a chance to answer or maybe she had just given up trying to answer.
"It's perfect. This is what she needs. It has to be the day of her dreams" Yeah right, her dreams or yours!
"What do YOU think Jess?" I asked the bride but yet again she wasn't able to respond.
"We'll take it won't we Jess?" Mrs Stanley told Andrew. She said it as a question but clearly she didn't care about the response.
"I don't know mum. I mean yes this is amazing, its every girls dream and I can see the potential but I think we should look around a little more, I mean this is the only venue we have looked at. Also I should talk to Mike as well. I mean he might want to get married on his family's yacht. It's his family's tradition." Jess rushed to get her sentence out before her mum interrupted.
"What so you want to get married on a boat. What about what you want? Don't you want to get married here? Obviously you do. I know you do. So what is the problem?"
Before Jessica could answer, she was cut off again.
"Exactly there isn't one." Jess looked down at the floor, while I just stared at the idiot of a woman in front of me. Why is she being like this? All Jessica wanted to do was involve her soon to be husband in THEIR wedding!
"Mum please. I just want to be sure. This is important. I'm just trying to consider what Mike would want as well." Jess begged her mum for some understanding but she was fighting and losing the battle.
"I'm not happy Jess. This is the biggest day of your life. I've tried to keep my feelings in check so that I don't upset you."
"Really?" I snorted quietly. She had a funny way of showing it.
"But this isn't all about you. Stop being selfish." After that comment I pushed my teeth down into my tongue to stop me from screaming some of the crude thoughts that were currently passing through my head.
We stood in silence for a few minutes. Jessica looking at the floor, her mum looked at Jess while I glared at her. Poor Andrew was looking between the three of us completely lost for words.
"So...would you be interested Miss. Stanley?" Andrew asked breaking the silence.
"Yes. Yes I'm interested." Jessica said in a quiet voice just as her mum began squealing in excitement.
"That is wonderful. If you would like to follow me to my office, we can sort out the finer details." Jess nodded her head forcing a smile.
We sent the rest of the morning organizing the fine details of the wedding. From the price to the date (which would be scheduled for the end of January next year). After all the details were done it was time for us to leave as we had another appointment to attend. Andrew walked us to the entrance.
"It was lovely to meet you too Andy." Mrs Stanley was still talking like she had a sore throat. She pushed a piece of paper into the pocket on Andrew's suit jacket. He flinched at the contact.
"Call me." She said before walking off down the stone stairs of the castle. I just snorted at her behaviour, Andrew looked like he was going to throw up and Jess looked like she wanted the ground to swallow her whole.
"I'm sorry Andrew." Jess apologized for her mum's behaviour before sighing and started walking down the stairs. Andrew reached out to grab her hand, stopping her.
"Um... Miss Stanley. I know this may not have been your preferred choice of venue." His eyes flickered to Mrs Stanley who had just got into the limo "but I promise you that your wedding will be incredible. I promise to provide a truly amazing and memorable experience." His voice held to seal of approval. I had new found respect for Andrew.
Jess smiled a small genuine smile before following her mum. I sighed, I really felt sorry for her.
"Thank you. I'll be in touch" I said to Andrew shaking his hand before walking down the stone steps to get in the limo waiting at the bottom.
"She's driving me mad." I heard Jess whisper to herself as we climbed in.
You and me both Jess.
*~XOXOXOXOXO~*
Even though Jess only had a venue and this wasn't something that should be done until a number of other vitally important things had been completed. Mrs Stanley wanted to go shopping for Jessica's wedding dress. Even though I expressed my opinion on this whole situation Jess just agreed with her mum, she just wanted to get it out of the way, so she could focus on everything else and not have to stress over what she would be wearing. Her eyes pleaded with me to go along with it.
So I shut my mouth and humoured her.
I loved shopping for wedding dresses. It was one of my favourite parts of planning a wedding. However, I wouldn't be able to help Tanya with her because she planned to have her dresses made in France.
We pulled up outside Winnie Couture, an exclusive bridal boutique.
I braced myself for Jessica high pitched wailing; only it didn't come. Jess was looking out the window at the front of the boutique. She looked slightly pale and was fiddling with her engagement ring.
"Are you ok Jessica? You look a little ill." I whispered to her, so her mum could not hear.
Yes. I'm ok Bella," she whispered back, forcing a small smile.
"Ok. Let's go." I wasn't convinced but let it go. We climbed out of the car and made our way up to the doors of Winnie Couture. Jess pressed the button on the speaker.
"Winnie Couture, Reservation name please." A chirpy female voice came over the speaker.
"Jessica Stanley." I spoke into the speaker as Jess looked about ready to pass out.
"Bella?" I recognized Helen Harrison's voice.
"Helen?"
"BELLA! OH MY GOSH. I'll buzz you in." The door buzzed and opened automatically. I gently pushed Jessica, forcing her to walk forward.
As we entered the boutique, Helen-the store's manager-ran over to us pulling me into a hug.
"Hello again Bella. How are you doing sweetheart?"
"I'm doing very well Helen thanks. This is Mrs Stanley and Jessica."
"Welcome Mrs Stanley, Jessica." Helen held out her hand for them to shake.
"Hello," Mrs Stanley replied shaking Helens' hand.
"Hi," Jess said quietly.
"Jessica is looking for her wedding dress." I informed Helen, as a bright smile formed on her face.
"My kind of girl. Come on Jess. Don't look so scared." Helen placed her arm around Jessica's shoulders, guiding her further into the store. I followed them until they sat down on the white comfortable sofa situated in the middle of the store.
"Casey, will you bring us some champagne." Helen said to a member of her staff, who ran off to get the champagne. "So Jessica, do you know the kind of dress that you want?" Helen asked Jessica as Casey returned with the champagne.
"No. Not really. I just want something that's going to make me centre of attention." Helen nodded her head, while pouring Jessica, herself, Mrs Stanley and me a glass and then handing them to us.
"Well I say we look around and see what takes your fancy." Helen said as me, Jess and her mum stood up.
We spread out, browsing the dresses in the store. Twenty minutes into our browsing, Jessica made an announcement.
"I have an idea." We all turned to look at her.
"I have no idea what I'm looking for. I have no idea what looks good on me and what doesn't, No idea at all and I need help. So what if you all choose a different dress that we think will be ideal and will see what one looks best." Jessica suggested. I looked at Helen; her eyes were bright and excited. She loved shopping for wedding dresses.
"If you don't mind I think we could use a few more players. LOUISE, CASEY." The two girls in question appeared by her side. Helen explained to them what we were doing and they agreed to help us out.
Jessica returned to her seat as me, Helen, Louise, Casey and Mrs Stanley spread out around the boutique.
I was guessing that Mrs Stanley's perfect dress would be big, puffy and pink with loads of diamantes. However, I saw Jessica differently from everyone else. The people around her saw a hyper, gossip-loving, glamorous yet slightly annoying woman. When I looked at Jessica I saw an innocent slight eccentric woman, who just wanted to live up to the expectation her family had placed on her since she was a little girl. I took this into consideration when picking my choice. I pushed my way through hundreds of dress. Some white others ivory, some slim and fitting other puffy and extravagant. At last I came across a dress that caught my eye. It was different all the other dress I had seen, but there was elements of Jessica in there.
After thirty minutes, we had all chose a dress. We all made our way over to the dressing area.
Me, Helen and Jessica's mum, sat down on the sofa's outside the dressing area as Jessica was ushered into the changing room with Casey and Louise.
"So Mrs Stanley are you excited? Mums love watching their daughter try on their wedding dress." Helen started up a conversation with Mrs Stanley. There was no way I was going to make conversation with that woman; I have had more than enough of her voice for one day.
"I don't think I'll get emotional," she said taking a sip of her drink. I rolled my eyes. I could so believe that!
"Oh really? Why is that?" Helen asked, surprised at her answer.
"I don't think we'll find the right dress. I've built it up to be such a dream, that I don't think the dress I imagine for my daughter, even exists. And if it does I doubt we'll find it here" Again, Helen was shocked by her answer and irritation began to set into her facial expressions. Helen was not one to hide her emotions. So in order not to start a fight, Helen ended the conversation.
Ten minutes after first entering the dressing room, Jessica walked out wearing Louise's choice of dress. It was a strapless gown, with a full cut tulle skirt, beaded bodice and corset back.
Being perfectly honest she looked like a peacock. I pressed my lips together to hold in my laughter and I wasn't the only one. Jessica turned to look in the mirrors before bursting out in laughter. Very soon we were all laughing, except Mrs Stanley of course. Judging by the look on her face I was guessing that she actually liked the meringue Jessica was wearing.
"I LOVE like it. It's something I would have loved to get married in." Mrs Stanley said sounding rather irritated by the fact we were laughing.
"It's interesting." I was trying to find a decent way to tell her she looked like an idiot.
"It's disgusting. I look like a bird." She managed to shock out but flinched as the smile completely fell from her mum's face.
"I was thinking more of a peacock and it's so...big." The humour was still evident in my voice.
"I agree. Big is not the word I would use. There is just too much happening at the bottom for your small frame; you can barely walk in it. What were you thinking Louise? Actually don't even answer that." Helen just shook her as Jessica took one last look at herself before waddling back into the changing room, much to her mum's displeasure.
"What's her problem?" Helen whispered into my ear, her eyes flickering back to where Mrs Stanley sat drinking her champagne.
I'm guessing it took a lot of work to get in and out of the mountain of dress that Jess first tried on because she didn't return from the dressing room for nearly 15 minutes. When she did the dress she had on was completely different to the first.
The second dress was chosen by Casey. It was white, more of a dress then a gown. It had elegant crystal beaded straps that crossed in the back, a pleated bust, column style skirt, and a sweep train. It didn't look bad on her, but it wasn't something I would picture her wearing.
"I don't know." Helen started off the comments, walking around Jessica, analysing the dress.
"It just doesn't look right." I said "I could never, ever wear something like this." Jess said pulling a strap of the dress.
"I agree it's not...you." Helen concluded. "It's too simple." I added.
"It's awful Jessica. Take it off. You need something with more volume and there is not enough detail. No sparkle or anything." Is this woman blind? The dress she just tried had enough volume and it made her look like a complete idiot.
Jessica nodded slightly then turned back, walking into the dressing room, pulling the curtain with her.
"Is the bride allowed an opinion?" I said quietly to myself.
"Apparently not" Helen said out loud, not even bothering to lower her voice. Jessica's mum was starting to really annoy her.
Much to my displeasure Jessica walked out in the third dress which was her mum's choice. It was a strapless gown, adorned with cream and clear cut crystal beading, a full pick-up skirt with diamond shaped embellishments. It had a sweetheart neckline and corset back. It was a pretty dress but it was PINK!
When she stepped out of the dressing room I once again found myself trying to hold in my laughter. Helen however, didn't care, she just burst out laughing. Mrs Stanley ignored her but stood and walked toward Jessica, she had tears in her eyes. She brushed Jessica's cheek softly.
"It's perfect. Well almost. I think that if you added some diamantes in the middle of the dress, like a broach and then little diamantes down the veil like fairy dust. Then it would be totally perfect. You'd look amazing Jess" Mrs Stanley squealed in excitement at ideas she had.
"Can you be more specific?" Helen asked sarcastically.
"But I feel ridiculous." Jess said quickly before her mum could reply to Helen.
"You look it." Helen commented.
"I mean I totally like it, it's a beautiful dress." Jessica said looking at herself in the mirror. She was looking at me through the mirror, her eyes pleading with me to give my opinion and help her out.
I walked over to her side and whispered in her ear so that no one would over hear.
"Yes it's a beautiful dress but it's so not you. No offense, but you look dumpy and short in it. This is the dress of your mum dreams not yours. I mean its ok for you take her ideas to mind but don't let her decide for you." I whispered before taking a step back and talking out loud.
"Plus it reminds me of Tanya and something she might pick." I added. No bride wants to look similar to another bride. Jess smiled at me before jumping off the stool and running back into the dressing room to change.
"What did you say to her?" Jess's mum asked but this time I completely ignored her.
"Tanya. Who's Tanya?" Helen asked wiping the laughter tears from her eyes.
"Tanya Denali. I'm planning her wedding. I forgot to tell you." I said casually. I had completely forgotten to tell her.
"FORGOT TO TELL ME! ISABELLA!" Helen exclaimed at the top of her voice. "This is major news. This is seriously incredible. Talk to me. When is she getting married, where, who's doing her dress?"
"Helen you know full well that I can't tell you any of that. However, I will say that she is getting her dress done in France so no, I will not be bringing her here." A look of disappointment touched her face but was gone as quickly as it appeared. Helen was one of those people who couldn't stay unhappy for very long.
Our conversation was interrupted when Jessica walked out of the dressing room. The fourth dress was Helen's choice, and by just looking Jess you could tell why this was her profession. She truly knew how to make someone look amazing. Jessica looks incredible. The dress was magnificent. It was a white, strapless gown that featured luxuriously layered tulle and organza skirt and a bodice adorned with beads, sequins and crystals.
"That one is magnificent if I do say so myself." Helen said smugly. I rolled my eyes at her behaviour.
"It's amazing, you look lovely. It's absolutely beautiful." I complimented her.
"Really? I like it more than the previous three." She said looking in the mirror and running her hands down the bodice. "It's really sparkly. It's also feel really comfortable as well. My only concern is that it is a bit big."
Well I completely disagree. I don't think it is as big as the first one. I mean I love the sparkle on the top but I preferred my choice.
"Ahhh she's off again." Helen was speaking to herself, just rather loudly.
"You still have Bella's choice to try on." Louise said from the entrance of the dressing room.
"But keep this one on hold." Jess said before taking one last long look in the mirror before picking up the skirt of the dress and walking back into the dressing room to change.
"She looked...amazing. Well done Helen." I congratulated Helen who just laughed "Although I really didn't expect anything different. I would be worried if you didn't pick an appropriate dress, I mean this is your job" I added, wiping the smug look of her face.
"Oh shut it Bella." She slapped my arm playfully.
Jessica finally made her way out of the dressing room, wearing the dress I had chosen.
If I thought the other dress looked magnificent then she looked exquisite in my dress. It was a gorgeous tight-fitting strapless gown that featured a sweetheart neckline, a corset back with a drop-waist and ruffled skirt with an asymmetrical slit. We all stared at her as she took up her position on the stool in front of the mirror.
"It's white." Mrs Stanley broke the silence with her annoying voice and a look of disappointment on her face.
"It's ivory actually." Helen snapped back
"It's...um kind of odd." I mused.
"I absolutely love it. I love the design. It's not simple but then not huge. It's comfortable, I can move in it. I love it. Thank you Bella." Jessica's voice was rough, she sounded like she was going to cry.
"It looks a lot better than I thought it would." I admitted.
"Seriously? Do I look thin?" She asked, tears falling from her eyes.
"Yes you look thin Jessica and I agree with Bella. It's incredible. You're wearing the dress; the dress is not wearing you. That dress is for you Jessica." Helen complimented.
"It's perfect. Made to order, you look beautiful." I complimented as I watched the tears fall from her eyes. Jess wiped the tears away before turning away from the mirror to face us, instead of look at us through the mirror.
"So do you think I should get this one?" Jessica asked us all.
"Yes that one!" Me and Helen said simultaneously.
"No. I still think that you should go with either the first puffy one or the pink one." The happiness and the smile fell from Jessica's face.
"But mum..." Jess said in a pleading sort of voice, looking down at the floor.
"No Jess. I'm telling you that dress is not for you. So I think that we should go for my choice of dress, then have it altered with the ideas I had about the diamantes."
"Mum?" Jess tried to interrupt her mum but she wasn't listening, she was still talking.
"Then we should look for some really sparkly shoes, maybe some diamonds. So get that off and let's get the pink one." Mrs Stanley was going on and on.
Poor Jess, she just wanted to please her mum, even if it meant her giving up what she really wanted in order to get what her mum wanted. I felt sick. Really sick at the idea that one person could be so selfish and wrapped up in her own little world that her daughter wants were unimportant. Silence followed Mrs Stanley's words. I was looking at Jess, who was still staring at the floor, while Helen glared at her mum with a murderous look on her face.
"No mum." Jessica whispered, so quietly that at first I didn't think I heard her.
"Excuse me Jess?" Mrs Stanley stood, staring at her daughter in disbelief.
"I said no." Jess's voice got some steel in it as she looked up from the floor, meeting her mother eyes.
Helen whistled at the sudden change in Jessica's attitude.
"I'm sick of it. I understand that you want to be involved in everything going on and that you think that you know what is best but this is MY wedding, not yours. I am the one getting married, not you. So even if you don't like something that I do, if I want it then I'll get it. I love this dress, so this will be the one I will be getting. If you like it or not." Me and Helen were staring a Jessica in shock throughout her speech.
"I'm sorry Jess. I'm only trying to help." Mrs Stanley said in a soft motherly voice. A voice I never heard her use before.
"Well your idea of help isn't helping!" Jess shouted.
"I'm sorry Jess. If that's the dress you want then that's the dress you should get. You truly look amazing in it sweety." I almost felt sorry for her.
Almost.
"Thank you mum," Jess said giving her mum a small hug.
"You're welcome Jessica." Mrs Stanley said stepping out of the hug and smiling at her daughter.
Jessica jumped up and down and started squealing "I have a dress." I just laughed at her behaviour; clearly someone was back to her happy self.
"I think this calls for a celebration." Helen said picking up the bottle of champagne and filling up everyone's glasses.
"Congratulations Jessica, you look gorgeous. Congratulations Mrs Stanley you're a big a bitch that I don't like but your attitude seems to be improving." Helen raised her glass in the air before taking a long sip.
I almost choked on my drink at her last sentence, not that it wasn't true but still, did she have to say it out loud? Jess looked like she was holding back her laughter however; Mrs Stanley didn't look too impressed. Before she had the chance to say anything in return my phone started ringing. I extracted my phone from my bag; it was flashing the name 'Tanya'
Great! What does she want?
I decided to leave the phone to ring out. I really don't want her to spoil my day. However, seconds later my phone started ringing again. Someone was desperate to talk to me.
Maybe it is important. You are her planner after all. My mind told me. I sighed giving up; I was going to have to take this.
"Excuse me." I said to the others as they continued to drink.
I walked outside the boutique so nobody could hear my conversation. I took another deep breath, bracing myself for the headache I was about to receive before I answered the phone.
"Hello Tanya."
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters/ locations etc from the series.
Belvoir Castle is actually situated in Leicestershire in England.
Winnie Couture is a real wedding dress boutique. However, I won't find the dresses I use in the story in one of their store. I don't think.
This is the edited version of the story. However, I want to thank everyone who reviewed previously and any new reviewers.
A massive thank you to Renesmee4eva, who helped edit this chapter.
xxx Red as a Rose xxx