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Chapter 25: Planning

He wrapped the bracelet slowly around my wrist, and I was bursting with excitement. He then tied it together, and it was a perfect fit.

To seal the deal, there he planted a kiss, right on where the bracelet lay against my wrist, binding us together.

As we examined the bracelet together, cracking up at stupid joked we made, being together, revelling in the fact that we were alive, and in love and happy and about to be married.

As I looked down at the bracelet, I thought to myself, there it shall forever stay.

To say that planning the wedding in a rush would've been a lie. Both Jacob and I knew that we had as much time in the world as we could ever want. He wasn't aging, and I certainly wasn't, so we could take it as slow as we wanted.

We didn't really want it all that slow, though. I, for one, was bursting in excitement of spending the rest of my life joined to Jacob with a sacred bond, one that was easily recognised by the world. That was exactly why we didn't want to hurry it on, though. We both knew we had a bond, one that was a million times stronger than marriage, but one that no one else but other imprinted wolves and perhaps my father understood.

But I still wanted it. More than anything. I longed to call myself Jacob's wife, to live with him, to decorate our little house together, to start a family with him, to watch our children grow up with him and to spend forever with him. So many things I knew my future held. I wanted it all. I didn't care if our children might be messed up with so much non-human blood in their veins; I knew I would still love them. And so would Jacob. That was all that mattered.

I was… engaged. It sounded like I was on the phone or something, not waiting to be married. It was… such a strange thing for me to think about. I didn't feel too different, only more elated and excited than I was before.

To be honest, I was secretly very happy, because in a way, in meant that Jacob… was mine. I haven't even admitted that to myself fully yet. I wanted all the other parts of marriage as well, but I also wanted to tell people like Cassie who looked at him like he was something to eat that he was mine. My Husband. Not theirs.

Yes, I am a little possessive.

Aunt Alice was going mad with the planning. She loves that stuff. Actually thrives of it. I… sort of wanted to do it myself, but I would have hated to see her face if I turned her down. She had some killer puppy dog eyes, which everyone was powerless against.

Every day, she'd take me out shopping somewhere new. Whether it was to a cake shop- I was the only one who tried out the cakes, but I saved some for Jacob when he got home-, the flower arrangement shop, looking around different venues, or getting fitted for my dress. Every day I'd go somewhere new, and every day I'd end up dragging myself straight up to bed the second I got home.

Today was the day when she took me to actually find the right design of my wedding dress. I'd been fitted; I just needed to find the perfect design, and shoes to go with it.

I kissed everyone goodbye and prepared myself for another day of torture with Alice. It wouldn't have been too bad, if she didn't insist on being so enthusiastic the whole time. I loved my Aunt, though. I liked having time to spend with her, and increase our bond with each other.

We climbed in her canary yellow Porsche, and took off, chatting about the kind of theme that I might want, and what sort of dress I was looking for.

Jake… he wasn't really one for the whole "wedding planning" thing. He did care, but just didn't mind whatever kind of wedding we had. I did mind, but I did just want to get married to him. In a way, I was more like Aunt Alice than my mum in that prospect.

We drove the three and a half hour journey chatting about the wedding, and we pulled into the private parking lot that the designer owned.

The actual building was… it was very classy, and very modern. Surrounded by other shops in plain red brick, the clean white of the building really stood out. It had a glass front, and double French doors. We walked up the grey marble steps to the door, and pushed it open, bathed in the light shining down for the chandelier. The floor was plain, wooden beech, I'd say.

The inside was all white as well. There were other doors towards the back of the building that I assumed were changing rooms, and racks of different style dresses pushed against one of the other walls.

The whole place smelt like a mixture of silk and taffeta, with a hint of coffee, coming from the white porcelain cup held by a very elegant woman dressed in a matching black turtleneck, and a tight skirt that hugged her knees, topped off with three inch stilettos. Alice would approve.

The woman was leaning against the doorway of one of the doors that I thought must have been a staff room or something like that.

"Ah." The woman said, standing up properly, and walking towards us. "You must be the Cullens! Yes, I've been waiting for you" She drawled, in a very French type accent.

"I'm Alice" my aunt said, putting her hand out towards the women. "It's nice to meet you. And this is Nessie", she added, stepping away from their handshake, and gesturing towards me.

I held my hand out, like my hand, and was enveloped in a warm hand, with a tight grip.

"Nice to meet you" I said, stepping back.

"So, you were measured recently, yes?" The woman asked, looking at me. When I nodded, she continued. "So, what is it you were looking for?"

I was about to reply, when Alice jumped in front of me, and did it herself.

"Well, we were thinking about having maybe a fairytale theme, so something a bit princess like. Ball gown shape. Maybe silk? Actually no- taffeta. A bit of embroidering around the bodice, and strapless. Definitely strapless. Floor length, as well" She finished off, leaving me very confused. I had an idea of what I wanted, but I didn't understand some of the stuff she was saying. What was a ball gown shape meant to look like?

The woman led us over to the extravagant rack of dresses, some of which I instantly liked, and some of which I hated.

She pulled out a couple of dresses, all fitting Alice's description of how the dress was meant to look, and pushed them at me, pointing at one of the doors, and telling me to try them on.

The first one was quite nice. It was very… big. Not in a "hang off my body" big, in an "Oh god, I can't get through the doorway because my dress has too many ruffles" big.

It was nice- very pretty. Tight fitting around my waist, and it showed off my figure. But the ruffles annoyed my to no end. Maybe not that one, then. Besides- it didn't fit my mental image of how my dress was going to look.

I came out to show everyone how it looked, and was immediately pushed back into the room by Aunt Alice, telling me that I needed to try the next one on, because the ruffled one wasn't working.

The next one wasn't all that nice. Again, too many ruffles, but it was all sequined around the neckline, and it made me itchy. The bodice bit hung off me, and that also annoyed me. No way was I getting this dress.

Again, as soon as I came out to show everyone, I was sent back in to change. It went like this for the next couple of dresses. Some quite nice, some not. But they never quite matched up to my idea for the dress.

I could tell that the poor lady outside was getting quite nervous. I had almost seen all the dresses there but one, and had not found any that I liked enough to buy yet.

Then I came to the last dress.

I actually had to stop for a second. It was exactly like the one I had seen in my dream of it. It was quite creepy, though. Like the designer had seen inside my head, and managed to make a dress exactly like the one I wanted.

The bodice had a heart shaped neck line. Like all the others, it was strapless, as Alice had requested. There were crystal beads embroidered all around the bodice in swirls, leading down towards the waist of the dress. It was a very hugging dress, and it looked quite nice on, I have to say.

The skirt of the dress was quite ruffled, but not so much that I wasn't able to walk through the door properly. It looked exactly like a princess's dress. The front part of the skirt was taken up, held up with what looked like sequin stitching, and revealed another layer of embroidery to match the bodice underneath.

Perfect.

I walked outside, like I had done around ten times before, and was immediately greeted with Aunt Alice, once again. I got really worried that she'd make me go and change, because I loved this dress, but instead she ran up and gave me a hug.

"YES, NESSIE!" She yelled, excitement taking over her. "WE'VE FOUND IT! THIS IS THE ONE" She started skipping around and doing her happy little Alice-dance that she did sometimes.

The poor woman who had been helping us looked confused, scared, relived and happy all at the same time. Yeah, I know how you feel. I've got to live with this.

We went into one of the back rooms, and the dress was ordered in my size, exactly the style that I had tried on.

Today, we were very successful, and I was happy.

We drove back home in silence, both pleased that we had managed to accomplish the difficult task of finding the perfect dress, but then we started to talk about our plans for the bridesmaid's dresses.

Alice was one, Rose was one, Esme was one, Leah was one, so were both Rachael and Rebecca, and my mother was the maid of honour. Little Claire was acting as the flower girl.

It was great.

We arrived at home, and I was bursting with excitement, of what I knew was to come. I really hoped Jacob would like it.

I was grinning to myself as I opened my door, greeted with the sight of someone already sitting on my bed.

Ohhhhh! Who could that be?

Hope you guys like this chapter, and that I wasn't boring you too much. Just trying to develop Ness and Alice's relationship a bit more.

Also, the link to her dress is on my profile.

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Lots of love,

Deany-Bob101