Disclaimer: Twilight is from the

mind of Stephanie Meyer,

I am not her, see?

I was glad I remembered to breathe before our lips met. The kiss was long, and I forgot about breathing until we broke apart.

The audience clapped, and Edward and I walked back down the aisle to the reception area. A faux wooden table graced the center of the area. Tables were scattered about, with a larger one for the wedding party. They were all set with golden plates, and arrangements of red roses and freesias added a little burst of color, while matching my bouquet. Near the dance floor, a small orchestra prepared to play, rosining they bows while their singer adjusted the microphone.

The food was simple, but it smelled delicious. There were plenty of pastas and other light foods, as well as heartier things. The cake graced its own table. It had three layers. It was frosted white and rimmed with globs of frosting that looked like pearls. It had been sprinkled with some kind of edible glitter, so it glittered.

Edward and I stood over near the cake, waiting for everyone to close in. "Are you actually going to eat it?" I asked.

He sighed. "I have to. Not only do I have to look human, Alice would think I didn't like it.

"Um," I lowered my voice. "You're a vampire. You can't taste regular food."

"Tell that to Alice."

Edward did manage to get the cake down, and the rest of the reception went well. People danced, laughed, and ate. (Well, the Cullens just pushed food around their plate to make it look like they had eaten.) The orchestra seemed to sense the people's mood, and always played the right songs.

After a while, Edward pulled me up onto the dance floor. I'd avoided it like the plague since the traditional first dance, when I had would have tripped if Edward hadn't caught me and made the whole incident look planned.

I was focused on my feet, making sure they didn't tangle or find something to trip on, when I heard Edward laughing softly to himself.

"What's so funny? Are you laughing at my dancing problems?" I asked, unable to keep an accusatory note out of my voice.

"No, love." He kissed me on the forehead. "I'm thinking about all the amusing thoughts flying around this wedding.

"Like what?" One foot tripped on the other, and I stumbled, but Edward caught me and twirled me effortlessly.

"Well, for starters, Lauren was cursing us the whole ceremony. The words were along the lines of, 'Who does that Bella think she is, marrying him? And you'd think Edward Cullen would have better taste…ugh, why am I not the one kissing him?'"

He nodded at the direction of Mike Newton. "He's watching us, thinking, 'Wait, she just said something accusing! Maybe he'll get offended and leave and I'll have to comfort her. Oh, maybe this marriage will be shorter that Brittany Spear's!'"

I laughed. "This will be longer than any other human here could expect."

Edward smiled his crooked smile, and went on. "Now, he's glum, because he saw you laugh. It's rather hard to read it preciously, because the orchestra is all saying the notes they're playing in their head." He winced. "That's supposed to be a C sharp!"

I managed to steer us away from the orchestra. "What's Renee thinking?"

He burst out laughing. "She's wondering if she's going to be a very young grandmother."

Here we are, at the end of another chapter. I'm not that happy with the ending, but it seems like a good place to cut off. There will be 1-2 chappies left, so don't miss your chance to review!