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The wedding. Well, the wedding weekend.

I never actually thought the wedding day or even the weekend would ever come with how much planning and time it took to get it all organized. All Bella and Edward had to do was show up.

Bella had been slightly difficult about the dress fittings, and the heels but Alice had tried to set her straight. She only looked like she was going to fall over 50% of the time with the four inch heels rather than 100% of the time. Progress was progress and we took what we could get.

Alice had been bouncing around the entire weekend, and I'd been sent on multiple errands around town trying to gather last minute items Alice insisted they needed. The whole Cullen family helped in setting up the wedding and by the time I got back they'd be completely finished with all the hard work. I had asked Alice if we needed to hire people for set up, seeing as how big she wanted the wedding to be but she waved me off, saying that all we needed was each other. I had almost been relieved when I came back and almost everything was finished.

"Did you get everything?" asked Alice, bouncing over to me, her eyes far too bright for such a busy day.

I nodded, handing over the shopping bags in my hand for her to inspect. Satisfied, she yelled something about going to lay the napkins out in the back as she skipped off. I shook my head, looking around for where Carlisle had gone off to. I saw him earlier before I'd left on Alice's errand so I knew he was around here somewhere.

I spotted him moving benches around for the ceremony, along with Emmet and Jasper, Alice popping up a few minutes later to boss them around even further. I shook my head, leaving them to their bickering. Not wanting to interfere I made my way back into the house.

"Oh, Bella, how did the high heel practice go?"

She shook her head, "Not good, still don't get the point of them. They're against me, the shoes, I just know it."

"The shoes are not plotting against you," I laughed.

"They are!" she insisted, glaring at the heels as if they had committed a personal offense.

"I'm telling you, tomorrow I'm going to be walking down the aisle and trip flat on my face."

"And that's why you're supposed to practice." I chirped back to her, a smile on my face.

She let out a sigh, "I will, I will."

"Nervous?"

"As always," sighed Bella, leaning against the counter before she straightened, shaking her head, "But I know it's alright, I know it's gonna be alright."

"It will, just think, you'll be married in twenty-four hours and you get to spend the rest of your years with the person you love, that's all that matters."

"Do you think you'll ever get married?"

I shrugged, "Maybe one day, if I meet the right person."

Her interest piqued at that, "And you haven't met the right person yet?"

I was a little taken aback, a blush rising to my cheeks as I tried to push all romantic notions out of my head, "Well, I wouldn't know, it's not something…No one knows who they'll end up with until they do." I said, trying to fight past the heat in their cheeks.

"Well, then how do you know if you're meant to be with someone if you don't know until you end up with them?"

"Not thinking of being a runaway bride, are you?" I asked, the pinkness in my cheeks fading away as I teased her.

She shook her head, "No, no, never. I was just wondering."

"Then, I'm afraid I don't know, I've never been in love, all my advice is theoretical or comes from online articles and books. I also think all of my advice and logic contradicts itself so I'm really no help."

Bella laughed at that, "You've really never been in love?"

"No, not all of us are so lucky to meet the person they'll marry in high school," I teased with a smile.

"Very true, but you'll find it, I'm sure of that." And she said it with a tease in her voice, the nerve. "Well, I have to get going, beauty sleep and all." She said, bypassing that it was only mid-afternoon.

I turned to say goodbye to Bella but when I did, Carlisle was coming up behind me.

"Oh, did you finish outside?"

He shook his head, "Alice is still out there bossing everyone around."

"And you escaped?"

Carlisle nodded, "Exactly right. Are you ready for the wedding?"

"Me? I'm not the one getting married," I laughed, leaning back against the counter.

He nodded, "Yes, but you did help plan it, you'll get to see all your work come to life."

"Alice did most of it, I just made phone calls and lists," I insisted, shaking my head.

Carlisle gave me a look, like I had exasperated all of his attempts at compliments, "You don't give yourself enough credit."

I shook my head, "I doubt that, you wouldn't want to see me overconfident and pompous, it does happen from time to time. I'm just a monster, an absolute monster."

He smiled at that, "I'd love to see monster Coraline, she sounds like a delight."

"Oh, really now?" I asked, a tease in my voice and a laugh on my lips.

"Really, really." He was looking at me again with those eyes that should not be allowed to sparkle so damn much. It gave him too much power, absolutely shook me to the core with those golden eyes.

I couldn't hold his gaze any longer without blushing and so I looked down to the floor, letting my hair fall slightly in front of my face, just to hide a bit more even if he could still see me.

"Are you ready for the wedding?" I asked, changing the subject, "You are the father of the groom."

He nodded, "Edward will make a good husband and Bella will make a good wife and I know they'll be happy."

"You're very sure."

"I think some things are just inevitable," he said simply, tilting his head ever so slightly. "Sometimes people are inevitable."

I looked up at that, taking him in, "You think so?"

Again, he nodded, "Of course. You don't think so?"

"I never thought of it, not like that. I always thought life was a serious of pathways, a series of turns and that no matter what turn you take there is no right one, it's only a continuation of the path you chose to take." I explained.

He smiled, "A series of pathways," he repeated, "That's not a bad way to think."

"Thank you? I think, I don't know if that's a compliment," I laughed.

"Of course, it's a compliment, it's always a compliment with you."

"What?"

Shaking his head, he smiled at me, "Nothing. I should get back before Alice comes and drags me back out and you should go home, get some rest or Alice will have you here all night and you'll have had no sleep before meeting everyone tomorrow."

His words stopped me just before I was about to agree with him, "Meet everyone?"

"Well, of course, you've seen the guest list, you'll be meeting the extended family at the wedding." He said it like he'd thought I'd already considered that, like I'd actually processed that information weeks ago but I hadn't actually thought of any of that. I hadn't even stopped to think about meeting anyone. It's just a wedding, I had thought naively.

"Oh, right." I think the slight panic must have been evident on my surprised and slightly terrified expression.

Carlisle stepped closer, just a bit. "I'll be with you the whole time."

I looked up, into those eyes and shook my head, "No, I'll be fine, trust me, plus I'm sure I'll just shake their hand and then that'll be the end of it, it'll be fine." I said, more to reassure myself than anything else. "They probably won't be all that interested in me anyway, I mean they're your family and I'm just assistant to the wedding planner." I joked, trying to ease a little of the nerves that were building in my chest.

Carlisle looked a little amused, and shook his head. "They're probably going to want to talk to you, more than just a little."

"They are?" My throat felt like it was constricting.

He nodded, "They are."

"Why?"

He opened his mouth and then closed it before reopening it again, "Because you're important to me."

"I am?" The question came out automatically, like my mouth knew the words before my brain could stop them.

He looked at me like I was ridiculous, like I had gone absolutely and completely mad, "How could you not be." I looked at him, really looked at him, my heart racing in my own chest and words bouncing through my head but I couldn't find any sense to piece them together and when Carlisle turned to leave, saying something about going to find Alice, I still stood there looking at the spot he'd once occupied.

Important to him, the words ran through my head, and the images of him saying them replayed in the dark corners of my mind, like a record, spinning and spinning.

Important to him. He'd said it like it was obvious. Maybe it was obvious. I knew that, didn't I? I mean I did. I do. It's just to hear it confirmed, to hear that someone cares is much different from subconsciously knowing and it made me feel different. It wasn't fireworks, it wasn't like how I thought liking him would feel, like a cacophony of sounds bursting and breaking. It didn't feel like breaking.

Not like breaking. Not at all.


Isn't this a surprise? I'm actually updating and so soon after my last update. I got really happy reading the comments after the last chapter and wrote this while I should have been writing my research paper. But I love you all more than I love my English class so this won. No promises on when the next chapter will be out That was not a confession of love at the end, it's just the beginning of the end for their unraveling.

Also, I love that so many people love Bon Appetit; my favorite is Chris, he's just great. I also love Claire and Brad.

Anyway, Read and review. I just love getting all of your feedback~~