A/N: Before I proceed I just want you guys to know that I was called to attention for writing about real people here. I am actually aware of the fact that it's not allowed. Lol. But so are the hundreds of Robsten stories out there... So to be fair. I just want to remind you again that THIS STORY IS FICTION and the product of my twisted and frustrated robsten mind. So don't confuse it with the real them, got it? I love those two to death so I didn't make this to harm them in anyway personally.
So if suddenly you find this taken down in the future email me at (kysollesta at gmail dot com) so I can send you a link for another source. Thanks a lot for reading guys!
December 2016, Los Angeles
"I miss you, Babe" Rob said over the phone.
"I miss you too..." I replied. I was smiling like a fool and making kissing sounds on the mouthpiece. I so wanted to be with him but I understand he needed to settle some things first before flying here to be with me.
"So have you decided on anything yet? I was wondering if you thought about the one we talked about last night." He said sounding solemn.
Last night he mentioned that he would prefer a quiet and private wedding where there were only few witnesses. I liked it too of course, the fact that it's actually gonna happen makes me giddy enough not to really care about the details. To be honest I haven't even told anyone yet, and I just might get away getting married without anybody else knowing.
A married life with Rob. I smile to myself again. I keep picturing a small boy who looks just like him and my heart can't help but constrict with sweet joy.
I can't believe we're finally here. I just can't believe we made it and found each other again.
"Anything...Im happy enough to be with you." I answered. Its true. At the end day, what matters is that we're together.
"That's great. Kris I got to go. You email my assistant with your plans and the date you want. He needs to fix my sched. Hopefully I'd be back soon before." He mumbled as I hear laughter in the background. He's probably out in a pub having lunch.
"Okay..." I hesitate. "Rob, you said first week of January, you're coming home before that right?"
"Of course, Babe..." He laughed. "Don't worry, what's important is I'm gonna be there at the end of the aisle okay?"
"Yeah" I sigh with relief. "I can't wait."
"Me too. Okay. I love you! Bye" He replied.
"I love you too..." I said just in time before he dropped the call.
The silence on the other end was deafening and I suddenly feel alone again. I looked at my unfinished plate in front of me and realized I've been picking on my food again. He won't like it if I lost weight.
I stood up and decided that he wasn't here to see it anyway so I dropped the remains in the bin and stashed the plate in the washer.
I have to go make some calls, to mom and dad in particular, to tell them the good news. It's gonna be a long one coz they still don't know Rob and I actually got back together. Then I have to call Alice and ask her to be my maid-of-honour slash witness, she's gonna hate it if I make her wear a dress. The fact that she was the only one who knew I went with Rob to Isle of Wight gives her the advantage already. I needed to tell at least my best friend where I was disappearing to.
Rob mentioned only two witnesses each. I frowned, I'm so gonna be screwed If the others find out that they're left out. I wanted CJ to be there, but I also have to explain the got-back-together-with-Rob again.
Shit. Better to have one instead? Alice. Mom and Dad are exempted. One has to walk me down the pretend aisle. So its Alice, Mom and Dad.
I smiled. This mini secret wedding is easy to plan apparently.
Now for my dress, that wouldn't be a problem. I just wanted it to be a simple cut and I know Nicolas G. can loan me one.
I was actually due to see him this afternoon. I called him this morning and asked for an appointment and was lucky enough to be given one as early as today.
I'll just tell him I need one for a white party.
"Kristen, darling. How are you?" Mr. Nicolas Ghesquiere greeted me at the doorway of his appointed office.
I beamed at him. He might look serious to others but he has become a dear friend over the years and he's one of my trusted designers.
"I'm great! And you?" I asked after we greeted each other with a kiss on both cheeks and a fond hug.
"Wonderful as always" He smiled and led me to a couch in the center of the room. Apparently I wasn't getting the impersonal behind-the-desk treatment.
"Thanks for having me, I'm sorry to impose really but it would be just great if you can lead me somewhere to see old collections. No need for the new ones." I smiled shyly. The goal here was simple, I won't let my mind wander to anything else. Choose a dress then go home, no need for refitting. I actually decided to do my own make-up, It won't be that hard to pin loose ends of my dress.
"No no...How soon do you need one? I can make a new one for you. I can produce it as soon as you like" He said in all seriousness. Somehow I knew he was gonna say that.
"Oh no need for that. It's not a public event and it won't be seen by others much. Just something small-scale. I'll use it for an hour only or shorter." I insisted.
"Are you sure?" He asked with his one eyebrow raised.
"Yes. Very sure." I grinned.
"Okay...so if you can describe in specifics maybe we have just the one for you..." He smiled.
"Umm...well...it has to be white" I shrugged.
"And...?" He asked encouragingly.
"And...flowy, knee-length probably. It can be long but no train...but maybe a little is okay." I recited. "And lace...definitely lace and silk" I smiled imagining a perfect one in my head. Somehow it morphed to my wedding dress in Breaking Dawn and I knew if I had the chance I would want a wedding just like what me and Rob had in that movie. "No...I take back the veil...I mean the train! No train..." I sighed, blushing red as I realized I almost outed myself.
Nicolas only smiled at me.
"Umm...do you think Id be able to borrow something like that?" I asked quietly, almost shy that I was actually imposing on him.
He smiled sweetly at me. "You said it was for a white party?"
I nod.
"Small...not public?" He verified.
"Yes...low-key, almost secret party" I joked. "You wouldn't even hear about it...just me and a couple of friends."
"Ahh wonderful...young people and their secrets." He said as he stood up and went to a bookcase to retrieve a white binder.
He stood there for a few minutes perusing the materials in it. It probably was pictures of the dresses. I had the urge to borrow and choose one myself but I trust him to know what he's doing.
"You know I actually don't have much white in collection...But I know someone who has a couple in storage..." He murmured still flipping through pages.
"That's great!" I said from my chair, suddenly excited.
"Do you want to try some today?" He asked looking at me finally.
"That would be wonderful." I nod.
He accompanied me to the ground level of the building. It wasn't his, but he knew the right person who have the ones I wanted.
"Carolina is in Europe today but I know it's okay if we scan through her collections" He said to me with a smile as we went through hallways, passing different corporate offices.
"Carolina?" I asked. Maybe it was his trainee or another designer for Louis Vuitton.
We make a turn and there in front of us was a glass door with the name Carolina Herrera on it.
I froze and looked at Nicolas who only smiled at me while he opened the door and greeted the attendant.
"Good Afternoon Mr. Ghesquiere!" She smiled, then beamed speechless when she saw me. I smile back shyly.
Somehow my mouth was paralyzed coz I can't help but wonder if he figured me out. Carolina was the one who designed my wedding dress for Breaking Dawn and now my hearts all aflutter.
"Emily...you don't mind if we go scan the collections of your white dresses?" He asked her.
"Oh no Sir. It's perfectly okay. Can I get you both and Ms. Stewart something?" She asked politely.
I asked for wine, I probably would have asked for beer to boost my confidence if they had it.
We went into a huge walk-in closet lined by walls of dresses hanged neatly and orderly. They were all white, and I knew they were all mostly wedding dresses.
I turned to Nicolas knowing I was sweating inside out coz he probably figured me out already.
"Umm...they're too extravagant for a white party you know." I informed him with a hesitant grin.
"Ahh...are they?" He asked smiling. "It won't hurt to look around a bit."
Yeah. It won't hurt anyone, but I might end up hurting myself for wanting things I can't have. I sighed, but they all look so magnificent I wanted to cry.
So yes. I actually followed my heart and went around and scanned the recent collection. They were ranging from daring to classic to princess cuts and ball gown splendour. I can't help but feel a little giddy, wishing there was someone here with me to help me choose. Too bad it was a secret. Oh well...I can't have everything. Rob as my husband is enough.
Nicolas was there sitting at couch and I know he's silently and patiently observing me, pitching in suggestions once in a while, encouraging me to try some of the dresses. I actually turned him down every time, nope, no trying. I have to remember picking a simple one.
I sighed again. It is rather difficult to aim lower when the beautiful and better things are within reach.
It took me almost an hour, but as I've reached the end I knew there was no way I'd find the perfect one, aside from a couple of runners-up I found.
"Aaah...run out of options?" Nicolas asked from his seat. I turned and shrugged. "Fear not...I think I have seen something at the back."
He stood up and disappeared for a while. I sat, patiently waiting. After a few minutes he came out cuddling a bundle of lace in his arms. I perked up putting aside my wine glass and stood up waiting for him to reveal it. When he finally did I can't help but gasp.
It was simple, yes, but elegant. It was straight, body-hugging, square-necked with lace long sleeves. It was silk, lace covered from the top then flowing to the bottom. It was exquisite. It was a dream come true. It was too much for a small wedding.
"Oh no...this is wonderful. But I think it's too much." I shook my head trying to tamp down my feelings.
Nicolas hesitated. "Are you sure?" He asked.
"Yes. I think I'll just go with the knee-length lace I've seen earlier." I replied. "Yes, the knee-length is better" I added with conviction, turning away from the beautiful dress.
I hear Nicolas sigh. "If that's what you like..." He smiled encouragingly at me.
"Thank you very much for everything Nicolas" I smiled warmly then approached him for a long hug.
"You're welcome. I wish you happiness on your little secret white party." He kissed me on the cheek and somehow I knew that he knew.
A/N: Kristen may appear like the strong non-girly type of woman, but I know she like all the others would always always love wedding dresses. She did love the one she wore in BD as she said in an interview.
So anyway if you guys are interested to see the dress I was referring too I have the link to my RK twitter acct here. ( at YuleeRK) is my username
Ive been trying to post a link but I so got to stop cheating fanfictionnet...lol.
