A/N: Thanks so much for all your wonderful thoughts.
Taking advantage of Muse's willingness to drabble some more! 100 more words are below. :)
Most characters belong to S. Meyer. The rest belong to me. All mistakes are mine.
Chapter 2 – Pick-Up
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Standing around with my luggage at Terminal Pick-up 4, I'm trying to stay dry as a deluge pelts the overhead. It shouldn't faze me, not after living in London for the past eight years.
But I'm antsy, so it fazes me.
"Al, I'm here. Hello?"
Wedding-on-the-brain apparently makes one forget to pick up their own bridesmaid. Do part of the duties require I forgive the forty-five-minute wait?
Ten minutes later, I'm vacillating between cabbing it or returning to the terminal to wait.
"Bella!"
My heart skips. That's not Alice's voice. Even years later, I recognize it.
Viscerally.
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