BPOV
Fatigued after a long day of lessons, I trudged out of the classroom towards my lockers to store my textbooks.
"Hey," I turned around to find myself face-to-face with Edward. A blush creeped up my cheeks as I tried not to meet his eyes.
He helped carry some of my books and we walked to his Volvo together, this being a usual routine for us. He'd fetch me to school, be the gentleman he was and then fetch me back home.
It was less awkward being around him since our feelings for each other were growing, but the fact that the wedding was in two weeks seriously freaked me out a little.
Sitting in the comfortable passenger seat of his car, I told Edward that I had to go to Alice's house today for fashion class. The agony. Giving him directions, we soon pulled up at the Whitlock's.
Edward opened the passenger door for me and I stepped out before boldly giving him a small peck on the cheek. He flushed, much to my delight. At least I had the same effect on him as he had on me.
Alice taught me how to walk properly in high heels, and I felt like a baby learning how to walk. As my poor feet were sadistically forced into stilettos, I craved for my flats. Oh woe is me.
"Bella, you don't want to make a fool of yourself at the wedding right?" Alice reasoned with me. "Won't it be horrible if you were to trip on your heels on the way to the altar?"
Sighing, I resigned myself to the pain, knowing that all this would come in handy sooner or later.
Tomorrow was to be the wedding photo shoot, and I was truly looking forward to wearing a puffy white gown. Not.