Here is somewhat of a conclusion/continuing of the last chapters, I know I suck at updating, but I'm unsure if I'll continue after this, truth is my muse isn't with this story anymore, but I want to thank everyone that was along for the ride, I love all the reviews you wrote, and thanks again for taking the time to read me. xxx

Alice

Démasqués

I was trying on my complete bridesmaid outfit, I had just finished putting on the amazing four-inch high heeled shoes when Jasper came in.

"Knock, knock," he said, his voice as charming and loving as ever.

I smiled at him. "How come you're here?"

"Esme told me to check if you needed help. You know, I think she may be onto us," he declared with a sheepish grin and I couldn't stop myself from mirroring his expression. He kissed me passionately. I was so in love with him. We were just meant to be; it was as simple as that.

Esme knew, I was sure of it, and most importantly, approved. It was the most reassuring sign. If Esme approved, Carlisle would just trust her judgment. In fact, he would approve of me dating a frog if Esme was okay with it. My happy glow dimmed a little when I remembered that we still had Edward to worry about.

"Thinking about Edward?" he asked, reading my mind, his smile faltering a little.

"Yeah, in his current state of mind, he would shoot first, and ask questions later, if you know what I mean," I grumbled, unable to hide that keeping the secret bothered me now. Today, every couple I knew would be sharing a waltz and kissing under the pretty lights I had designed, but not me, thanks to my dear psycho-over-protective brother.

I chastised myself. He was going through a rough time and it wasn't a good idea to add to his grief today, his reunion with Bella was enough for one day.

"I just hope Bella won't break his heart again. Poor Bella, she's so clearly in love with him, I can't believe she doesn't see it," I whined while Jasper reassuringly rubbed my back.

"I suppose if something went wrong you would know by now."

"What do you mean?" I frowned. Why was he using past tense?

"Well, Edward arrived last night, so−"

"He's back? Oh my god! Why didn't you tell me?" I screamed, punching him in the stomach.

"What's wrong?" He asked as I opened the door and threw my coat on.

"Bella." I didn't have time to explain, I needed to check on Bella. To say she hadn't been in a good place since Edward's revelation would be the understatement of the year. I secretly hoped she had realised her love for him ran as deep, but my friend, whom I loved dearly, was too clueless for her own good. My heart sank at the thought that they might have torn each other apart again last night. *Stupid me, so wrapped up in the wedding I didn't see his freaking car,* I cursed myself.

I heard Jasper's footsteps following me in the snow. A good three inches had fallen again last night. Even if this fresh snow would give an amazing glow to the setting of the wedding, it was a pain to run through it in heels. In a totally Bella-like manner, I almost tripped ten times before reaching her porch.

"Damn, this must be how Bella feels in heels on a flat surface. I'll have to remember that the next time I want to put her in heels."

I started knocking like a maniac on her door. No answer. I checked my phone again but, of course, no service. I sighed. I would need to go all the way across the entire estate to knock on Edward's door; and let's face it, I would have to do it in a different pair of shoes. Otherwise, the ones I was wearing would only be good for the trash and certainly not up to walk down the aisle later today.

Jasper came behind me and encircled my waist. I stiffened instantly, even if my instincts were telling me to melt under his strong embrace. We were usually much more careful than this.

"Someone could see us," I breathed, but he kissed me sweetly on the lips anyway.

"Hey, none of that. I could be a certain brother, a very pissed off one with an inclination for homicide. I may find you annoying sometimes Jazz, but I have no desire to bury my brother here tonight." Rose's voice startled us, and we broke apart.

"You would bury me?" Jazz asked, half amused, half worried.

"Well, technically, Edward's one of my best friends and I wouldn't want him to go to jail," Rose added, a smart-ass grin on her face. She was soon standing on the porch with us.

"So, no answer, huh?" she asked and we shook our heads.

"Well that's either a really good sign, or an incredibly bad one. I'll go check at Edward's. you go change and we meet in the hotel lobby in ten," she commanded, starting to make her way towards the other end of the lake.

Jasper and I looked at each other and exchanged a quick kiss.

"I think I'll use a square-point shovel, it's great for snow. Or maybe a garden spade. You could have a really straight grave." Rose mused loudly, not turning back, but making sure to send us on our way. I swear I saw goose bumps on Jasper's arm and giggled.

"It won't be funny when you have to help her carry my body," he mumbled resentfully and I cracked up even more.

I sobered up when I remembered what we were supposed to be doing : finding our friends before real danger was done.

"Let's hurry."