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29.

Edward

2.58pm.

Jasper was in position next to Carlisle, his caffeine buzz thankfully controlled. I was in my spot at the piano, playing music to welcome the guests. Liszt, Schumann, Debussy, Rachmaninoff, Vivaldi... all my favourites. I was currently midway through Liszt's Liebestraume, but as soon as I was given the nod by Peter, Jasper's brother, who was at the main entrance to the hall, I would drift into the classic Wedding March by Mendelssohn.

The nod came a couple of minutes later. I brought Liebestraume to a close. The audience hushed. There was a moment of pure silence and the doors opened. I began the Wedding March and the first bridesmaid, a younger, slightly petulant-looking version of Alice, walked in.

Bella came next.

It was testament to my training and how well I knew the piece that I was able to continue to play without dropping a note, because she was... there were no words to describe how dazzling she looked.

The dress was long, dark violet, with hundreds of thousands of tiny silver and purple beads sewn over her ample bust and torso, scattering out over her hips. Her narrow waist was bound by a wide silver sash. The dress had strange tiny sleeves (or were they just wide straps?), which left her beautiful, smooth arms bare. With her hair piled up and no necklace, her long neck made her look regal. A queen. A goddess amongst us mere mortals.

Suddenly she made eye contact with me, bit her lip, smiled and looked away.

She just had to be mine, and mine alone. Somehow I had to find a way to get over myself and show her I could be worthy.

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