Chapter 51

You know…when I wrote this, I decided to not do the entire wedding in full detail. I felt as if I would really screw it up if I wrote vows and everything…so… I feel like this isn't as aw-worthy as I hoped for. It's not all smooshy and sweet, sorry if that disappoints some of you. So—I don't want any messages or reviews that are "Edward and Bella's wedding should have been more romantic…" "That was awful!" "Make it gooeyer."

I wrote this Breaking Dawn style—very little fluff at all. MWAHAHAHA!

Love,

Kim-Macafee

P.S. I will be going on a short vacation from October 4th-11th. So—I may not update after this until after I'm back. I may try and poop another chapter out for you guys

Chapter 51

Bella's POV:

My heart pounded wildly in my chest as Alice put my hair into a pretty bun.

"Don't worry, Bells—you'll be fine," she tried to soothe me. Was my heart beating that loudly? Rosalie entered the guest room now carrying the biggest case of makeup I've ever seen before in my life. She pulled a pair of tweezers out of a pocket in her pants. I eyed her wildly.

"You have a few extra eyebrow hairs that are bothering the hell out of me," Rosalie giggled, flipping her dyed-blonde hair behind her shoulder. I sighed angrily. I hated getting my eyebrows plucked. Rosalie positioned herself in front of me and ordered me to stay still. Between Alice's yanking of my stubborn hair and having Rosalie pull hair out of my face, I was surprised I wasn't bawling.

I heard someone else enter the room. The jingling of jewelry echoed through the room. It was Aunt Nellie.

"Are you all trying to kill her or something??" Nellie exclaimed jokingly. Rosalie turned around and faced Nellie with a smile.

"Alice and I are beautifying her up for Edward," said Rosalie. Nellie chuckled and walked over towards me. Her hair was freshly curled and she had quite a bit of makeup on. Her green eye shadow matched her dress very well. Nellie smelled as if she dumped an entire bottle of Jean Nate on herself.

"So, Bella, how are you feeling? Within a few hours, you'll be Mrs. Hottie Man," Aunt Nellie joked.

"I'm terrified," I answered softly.

"Ah. Don't be," she responded, brushing my comment away. "You know, Edward's cute daddy said that the brother called. Apparently, Edward's pretty nervous as well."

I chuckled at that image. In my mind, I could already see Edward being a little more pale than usual. I wondered what he was doing right now…

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Edward's POV:

I paced the clean hotel carpet impatiently. I was half-way into my tux already and we still had 5 more hours until the wedding.

Emmett was struggling with his shirt at the moment. He would keep putting buttons in the wrong holes. I rolled my eyes at my hung-over brother. Jasper had been taking a shower for about 30 minutes now. I went over to the balcony that overlooked the cobblestone street below. Couples held hands while walking down the romantic street.

I miss Bella so much. What if she didn't want to get married? What if she changed her mind today? I don't think I could take that pain if she left me now.

"Oh—quit worrying, Edward. Bella isn't going to walk away. That'd be so unlike her," Emmett said as if he was reading my mind.

"How do I know she wouldn't, Emmett?" I asked quietly.

"If you still think she's going to leave you, then why are you marrying her? You don't trust her, then," Emmett said wisely.

I thought about his words carefully. He was right. "Maybe you should get drunk more often. You become wiser when you're in a hangover. Anyway—you're right, Emmett. I trust her. I'm just scared of getting hurt."

"Well, quit it, Edqueer. You sound ignorant," Emmett teased. I rolled my eyes and thought about my beautiful bride-to-be.

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Bella's POV:

My hair and makeup was done now. Finally, I was slipping into my strapless gown carefully. Esme was taking pictures of them tightening the lacy corset on me. Alice whispered in my ear that the lingerie was a wedding present for Edward. I rolled my eyes at my soon to be sister-in-law.

I looked in the long mirror to look at myself in Alice's present. I had to admit I looked pretty hot in the midnight blue corset with matching underwear.

Finally, Esme took out the large bag that had my white dress inside. She unzipped it and brought the dress over for me to slip on.

Within a few minutes, I was completely ready. Jasper ran upstairs to let us know that Edward was downstairs. I wasn't allowed to leave the room.

Jasper hugged me, making me tear up. He's never hugged me before.

"You look amazing, Bella. Edward will probably pee himself when he sees you," Jasper said, releasing me from the embrace.

"You look pretty snazzy yourself, Jasper," I commented back, blushing and giggling. I wasn't lying either. Jasper looked very nice in his black tuxedo.

Now, Emmett walked up. Rosalie was behind him. Alice and Rosalie had gone to quickly get ready before the wedding. Rosalie's blonde hair was pulled neatly into a bun and her dress moved around her as she walked. She and Alice were my bridesmaids. Their dresses were a light, beachy blue.

Rosalie grinned at me, revealing her white-as-snow teeth.

"You look amazing, Bella," she complimented, making me blush.

"I don't know what you all are talking about… because I still don't think I look THAT amazing," I commented, trying to sound humble.

"Can't wait to hear what Edward has to say about that," Alice said plainly while walking into the room. Alice's short hair was spiked out formally and her blue dress hovered over her small frame. The dress almost looked too large for her. However, she still looked breathtaking. I rolled my eyes at her.

"He HAS to say I look good," I chuckled. She rolled her deep green eyes now.

Esme ran upstairs to tell me that we only had 30 minutes left.

I took a deep breath in, trying hard not to puke out of nervousness. This would be my last 30 minutes as Isabella Swan…soon, I would be Isabella Cullen.

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Edward's POV:

I paced the path to the beach over and over again. So many relatives were here and waiting in their seats. Carlisle ordered me to take deep breaths to make sure that I wouldn't pass out. Esme moved out of the back door now. Her brown, curly hair blew behind her angelically in the wind. She smiled at me, happily.

"Is she still here? She hasn't left, has she?" I began to stutter. My mother took my face in my hand and pulled me down to her level. She gave me a casual kiss on the forehead, trying to calm me. Mom must have supernatural powers—because my heart began to quit running around my chest.

"Your bride looks magnificent," Esme told me with a soothing grin.

"When does she not?" I responded. My voice cracked very obviously. GOD! I prayed that that would not happen in the middle of my vow!

My thoughts were interrupted when people began rushing into their seats or places. My heart pressed restart and began beating wildly once more. I ran to the front of the altar in front of Bella's pastor. He patted me on the back as we heard the bridal march begin.

Then, I saw my beautiful Bella turn the corner towards me. She was amazing. Her brown hair was put into a tight bun; however, a few ringlets bounced with every step she took. Her wedding dress outlined the curves of her torso perfectly while the skirt poofed out around her hips. She was barefoot, which was most likely a good and safe idea for my clumsy bride.

Bella smiled nervously. Her teeth were as white as her dress, making me feel a little envious. I wondered if I looked as good as she did.

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Bella's POV:

Oh my goodness. My groom was hotter than hell in a tuxedo. Wait… I shouldn't curse in my mind in front of a pastor, should I? I carried my bouquet of red roses down the aisle of family and friends. Carlisle was walking gracefully beside me; his eyes were focused on the front of the altar. Once we made it to the front, Edward took me front Carlisle's arm happily. He squeezed my hand strongly.

"We are gathered here today, ladies and gentleman," my old pastor began.