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Bella Swan/wedding planning with Aunt Maggie
Aunt Maggie is a genius.
We get drunk on aged Scotch and destroy our front door with darts, but after a few hours, we've made a huge dent in the wedding plans.
We're getting married in Maggie's back yard.
Our colors are Edward's college colors.
People can sit wherever the fuck they want.
Cupcake tiers instead of a giant, gaudy cake.
A catered barbeque buffet from our favorite place.
We'll be barefoot and my dress will be white.
Crisp linen shirts and slacks instead of tuxedos.
Alice will be standing by my side and Emmett at Edward's.
It sounds perfect.
I can't wait.
We won't have to for long. According to the dartboard, we're getting married a week before my birthday.
I help a giggly Maggie get settled in the guest room.
"The bathroom is right next door, and if you need anything, we're at the end of the hall. I'm a light sleeper, so I'll hear you if you call my name."
She grabs my hand.
"You're everything I could ever want for him and then some," she tells me.