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Chapter 35: Truth Hits Late

Holy crap, why didn't Edward tell me about this when he turned his paper in early? Dropping this bomb shell on me in front of my best friends was almost harsh; I just had to keep my cool until I was away from them…which wouldn't be until later tonight when we were finished shopping.

I couldn't really speak for all the thoughts clouding my ability to form a coherent sentence; everyone else decided it was time to go shopping so I followed everyone else out the door with Edward's hand on my back.

Edward directed my over-eager gal pals into the stores they wanted to see and they tried to pull me along into the fun but my brain couldn't get past the fact I had to decide to move here or not within the next five days.

For a few minutes at a time, I managed to pull my head out of my cloud of thoughts to join in the fun with my girls. At one point, Elisa pulled some clothes off of a rack just to get me away from the guys back into a dressing room to talk to me. "Bella, honey, do you want to talk about this?" She sighed as she put the hangers on a hook.

"What can I talk about? Edward wants me to move here with him!" I huffed miserably.

"That's something pretty substantial to talk about sweetie. Do you even want to move?" She sat me down on the couch inside the oversized dressing rooms.

"I…crap Elisa I don't know! I mean, I love him with everything in me and I want to be wherever he is…but how can I leave behind everyone else I love? Like you and Margot and Yvette. What about my parents? What about everything I'm comfortable with back home?" I let my head drop into my hands.

"Bella, your whole life has been about blending into the background and just going with the flow. You never really started making decisions to make yourself happy until you met this guy!" Elisa pointed out.

She was incredibly right and more than she knew. "If you love him then be with him. Don't let anything else hold you back!" She pulled my head up, grabbed my hands, and squeezed them.

I smiled limply and sighed, "I'm scared of leaving you guys though…I mean I've known you all for a while now and I haven't even known Edward for a year! How can I give up my life for this guy?"

"Because you're insanely in love with him and if you're not with him you'll go just as crazy. I had a hard time leaving behind my friends and family to move down here with my husband, but I did it because I loved him and moving here was going to give us a better future." She said inspiringly.

I groaned and fell back into the chair, "I've been living with him for months and now I'm scared of living with him in London."

"Maybe you're just nervous about being married to him?" She suggested and stood up.

"No, I'm fine with that. Getting married is a formality really…I already knew I wanted to be with him forever…it's just…the idea of moving away from everyone and everything I know…it scares me." I stood up slowly and straightened out my dress.

"You know we'll visit each other at least once a year," she winked at me as she stood in front of the huge mirror in the main part of the women's dressing area.

So maybe I had my answer now: yes, Edward, I'll move to London with you, but I'm going to be scared out of my mind! I didn't want to tell him yes until I was happy with the decision, but would that happen before the wedding?

Once we'd arrived back at his house, we put our bags in our rooms and went downstairs to see if anyone was home. Our parents had gone out for dinner and since it wasn't time for us to eat yet, Edward pulled me out to the garden in the back.

He held my hand as we walked through the garden that I hadn't realized was so large. Neither of us spoke as we hadn't all day since lunch and it was starting to wear on me. "Edward, say something!" I whispered.

"I love you," He looked over at me and smiled.

I stopped and hugged him, "I love you too."

I wanted so desperately to be excited to move here with him but I couldn't feel it yet…would I before the wedding? Ugh.

All at once his lips were against mine and I felt myself being pressed against the ivy-covered, stone wall around the edge of the garden. I couldn't keep my faint cries of relief inside and silent, they came out loud and clear.

"I don't know how much longer I can stay away from you," He pulled his lips away for a moment to say that and laugh, then his lips were there on mine again.

My fingers ran up from his neck into his hair and locked on. The ivy that pressed against the back side of me was so thick it almost felt being pressed against a firm mattress covered in leaves. If not for the restrictive hem of the dress, my leg might have been further up his leg than it was.

When his lips left mine and went to my neck, the cries that came from my mouth got louder. "Sshh, Bella! The neighbors will here you!" He laughed very close to my face. I let out a cry of disbelief and pulled his lips back to mine.

Our fiery enthusiasm was extinguished when it sounded like someone coming up the path and we only realized it was the wind blowing the bushes. By the time we'd come to such a realization, we realized how stupid it was of us to do this out in the open and quickly went back inside.

Edward told me to fix my hair once we were inside and realized no one was home at the moment except for the hired help. We laughed quietly as we went upstairs to our respective rooms to change and fix ourselves up for dinner.

If we'd known neither of our set of parents would be back until almost four hours after we'd come back, we might have spent a little more time alone in a room together than just for dinner.

But sooner, rather than later, it was the night before the wedding and I was still trying to find my motivation to feel happy about living in London with Edward.

I was thrilled to see him graduate because he just looked so happy once he'd walked off of the stage. I knew I wanted to see the same look on his face when I gave him my good news, but if I gave it to him with a frown on my face he wouldn't take me seriously.

As I was lying in my bed huffing and sighing every few minutes trying to go to sleep, my mother came in and sat on the side of my bed. It reminded me of when I was younger and I'd call to her because I couldn't sleep; she always came and talked to me to comfort me until I could sleep. This time I didn't even call her but she knew to come, "Bella, sweetheart, are you ready for tomorrow?"

"Yes…" I smiled and sighed.

"Don't sound so happy about it!" She joked.

"It's just that…well, don't freak out, but Edward wants me to move here with him after we're married." I sighed and sat up.

"Why would that bother me?" She almost laughed.

"Because I'd be moving six thousand miles away! That doesn't scare you?" I was honestly shocked.

She laughed quietly, "Bella, you're a grown woman. You moved away when you went off to college. We don't get to see you that much as it is. I've missed you since the day you left home. It won't matter if you're ten minutes or ten hours away, I'm going to miss you just as much. Besides, I figured this was going to happen when I first met him."

"You did? How!" I demanded.

"Well he'd told us he was just here for a year and after he graduated he'd be moving back to London most likely…and knowing you two were getting married…it wasn't hard to put together. I've been preparing myself for this for a few months now." She smiled serenely.

I sighed heavily, "I'm going to tell him tomorrow I'll move here with him but…I can't find it within me to be excited about it. I'm just scared!"

"Once you say your vows and put the rings on each other…trust me sweetie, you'll find all the excitement you need." She grabbed my hand firmly.

"You think so?" I smiled hopefully.

"I'm your mother, I know I'm right!" She laughed quietly and kissed my forehead before standing up. "Now go to bed so you don't look like a mess tomorrow for your big day!" She teased. I rolled my eyes and said goodnight as she walked out the door.

Sleep came pretty easily after that conversation and I welcomed it with open arms.

I was woken up by my mother shaking my leg and calling my name, "Isabella wake up! You have to start getting ready!"

I rolled over and groaned, "Can't I sleep for thirty more minutes?"

"No! It's already eleven thirty!" She laughed and opened the curtains on the windows in the room. That certainly caught my attention; my eyes shot open and I sat straight up in bed and looked around the room like I'd lost something.

She started my shower for me and once I'd gotten in, she shouted through the door that my hair appointment was in ninety minutes. I groaned loudly and shaved my legs as fast as I could without missing spots. I left my hair dry because I was going to go have it done, so what was the point in washing it now when they were going to wash it there?

We had to rush to get there because there was a wreck on the way and if I was late it would take away time on my hair; we couldn't afford that. Once I was in the chair (five minutes early might I add), I let out a large breath and tried to relax.

"Did you want any highlights?" The pretty blonde hairstylist asked, "They'd look good in your hair. Perhaps some light brown?"

I'd always wondered what I'd look like with highlights so I smiled and said, "Sure!" She smiled back and pulled out a tray of white mixture she'd already had prepared.

An hour and a half later, my hair had been barrel curled and was up in a loose, yet elegant chignon near the base of my head with a curl or two hanging down on my back. After that, we had about an hour to eat lunch before I had to go get my makeup done. We went to a café and I had to force myself to eat an entire plate of salad; my stomach was wreaking havoc on my nerves, or was it the other way around?

My mother hurried me off to the Sephora store in a cab and I tried to remain calm as I realized my wedding was mere hours away. We kept the make-up as simplistic as we could, the only slightly drastic change to my face was the make-up put on my eyes. The woman with richly dark brown hair lined my eyes with dark brown eyeliner and smudged on some taupe on my eyelids and put some on just below the eyeliner on my lower lid. When she turned me to face the mirror, I couldn't believe I was looking at myself. Maybe it was narcissistic of me to say, but I was astonishingly gorgeous. I'd never felt like this in my life.

By the time I was finished with the hair, the make-up, and a small dinner around four, it was time to head to the church with two hours to spare. "Oh my god, mom, I'm going to throw up," I mumbled when we stepped out of the cab to the church.

"No you aren't, salad is mostly water." She joked to try and lighten my mood; it helped a little bit.

"Mom, can't I please go and find Edward? I'm nervous and I just want to talk to him to try and calm down!" I begged for the tenth time.

"I told you no the first nine times. You'll be spending a lot of time with him after the wedding!" She grinned. I couldn't help but to grin at that, I'd probably never let him out of my sight again for at least a month.

My three girls finally came into my dressing room and we all squealed and hugged like third grade girls. All three of them were dressed in their lavender bridesmaid's dresses and I just about wanted to cry, "You all look so beautiful!"

"Bella, if you start crying I'm going to slap you!" Elisa joked.

I laughed and fanned my eyes to stop the tears from coming up, "Sorry, I think my estrogen level doubled in the past hour."

"Wait, why are we dressed and you aren't? You're getting married in twenty minutes!" Yvette scoffed and unzipped the bag holding my dress. They practically ripped my clothes off to get me in my dress and make any necessary final judgments. My nerves got more nervous and I was bouncing in anticipation, "This is killing me!"

A knock on my door made all four of the other women in the room jump to the door in case it was Edward trying to sneak a peek at me before the ceremony, it turned out to be my dad. He, of course, marveled over me and made me tear up pretty seriously, "Bella, you're still supposed to be five years old!" My three friends stepped out of the room to get in position and to give my parents and myself some time together.

I nodded and looked up at the ceiling to stop the tears, "Dad, please don't make me cry. I can't go down the isle looking like a zombie bride or something!" We all laughed just to ease our nerves, but soon my mother had to leave to take her place in the front pew of the old church.

I clutched onto my dad's arm as we walked out into the hallway to stand at the back of the line. Some of Edward's cousins were the flower girls and they were so incredibly adorable I almost giggled. I grinned at them when they turned around to look at me and they were the ones to giggle before turning back around.

Suddenly, the ancient organ came to life in the sanctuary and my stomach plummeted. The doors opened to let my bridesmaids through the door with their guys so I flipped my veil over in front of my face and tried to remember a steady rhythm to breathe at.

Now it was my turn to go through the doors, we just had to wait for the 'March of the Bride' song to start playing. I was taken by surprise when 'Canon in D' started playing instead and I couldn't remember if I'd asked Edward to let that be played instead.

I had no time to think anymore, I had to remember how to walk and when my dad slightly tugged at my arm, I held my bouquet where it was supposed to be and suddenly my feet were moving.

Edward was standing up where a pulpit should have been and I almost gasped aloud at how absolutely stunning he looked. I smiled to myself when his jaw dropped about half an inch; I couldn't imagine how nervous he'd been all day, this was the first time we'd seen each other.

Faster than I realized, I was walking up the steps and my father placed my hand into Edward's who gave me an abashed smile before turning to nod to the preacher.

Holy crap, I was getting married!

AAAAHHHH! I know that's the worst place EVER to end the chapter...but I guess I'm sort of evil like that. HEHEHEHE.

So anyway, today was Election Day! If you were old enough, I hope you got out and voted! Sadly, my homework barred me from voting. UGH. Homework always gets in the way. XP

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