Not many of the family fully understood his habit of talking to Alice, with two exceptions. Bella, who did it on a regular basis, and Alenia who, like her presumed future sister-in-law, believed in the souls of vampires. His religious upbringing was maintained enough to not feel foolish during the process.
Once Carlisle ended his account of the days events, he felt a pressure release from his shoulders. Whether it was guilt, or knowledge of her personality, it bothered him that she couldn't have had involvement as she would have wished. Of course, she had known it would happen, and the wedding would have undoubtedly gone a lot differently, and Renesme would have pulled half her hair out with little consequence. Thankfully, Jasper served his duties, instead, and the girl was spared of the constant stiletto practices her mother had endured.
With a final kiss on the marble plaque, he straightened the freshly picked flowers, a violet colour he didn't recognise, that someone had mysteriously placed, bid her goodnight, and left to join the festivities. When he arrived, he hid in the crowds for a while, just to bask in the image of his ever-growing family. Michael and Carla had struck up conversation with Charlie, no doubt recounting the wedding of the mother of the bride. Carla was now perfectly aware, but was still coming to terms with walls blocking the true reality. Scott was close by, hiding in shyness some of their female cousin's had caused him upon introduction. He thought maybe he was just terrified of the red eyes.
As for the younger ones, the dance floor was amass with pale faces, laughing and alight with the atmosphere. Of course, some things had to go Alice's way, and Bella had set a dress code for each couple for the sake of aesthetic pleasure just as she had done in the past. For Emmett and Rose, it was purple dress and tie. The only other Cullen couple on the dance floor being Alenia and Jasper, in reds and golds. It was such a mood that even Edward was grinning across the crowd. At what was his guess. But it was a grin that signalled something afoot.
...
Alenia both loved and hated Jasper's vampire nature. Hated had simply one explanation. He was too fast for her to prepare for the surprises he had in store. Only now, she was catching up, and expected to see that she was in the field a few seconds before he took his hands away. What she didn't expect was the candle light flickering at the centre of a picnic blanket.
"So this is where you've been disappearing off to." She heard his deep, breathy laughter on her neck, and she spun round to see him before he could stop. After all, out here, she could be whatever she was in nature. And now that she could control her gift, she was able to kiss him and not ruin his surprises. She took full advantage, and then some.
When she opened her eyes to see him, he was smiling, his rare anxious smile. Golden eyes aflame.
"What?"
He took her in his arms then, and she nestled her face in his neck, taking in the scent of his skin. It was less cold these days.
He whispered something in her ear, and instantly thought she'd heard wrong. Perhaps it just sounded similar to what she'd heard...Then he whispered it again. In the voice she could never say no to. Her heart raced erratically.
"What?" she asked again, pulling only her face away to see him. He looked her straight in the eye, and she was sure she would soon be grinning like an idiot.
"Marry me," he repeated.