A/N: Thank GOD I'm back from vacation. Please, remind me to never EVER go to the beach EVER again. Next year, I'm going to Philly with JUST my parents. Ugh. Uhm…I love Generation Kill and hot pizza guys. Uhm…and SARA! Who finally came back from FL. I bought a lot of really awesome stuff while I was gone, so I'm not gonna complain much more. BUT IT SUCKED, FOR REAL. Except for getting hit on, that's always nice. :D Nice, long chapter for you all since I had to be dragged away last week.

"What is it?" Emmett backed away from the bed as if it was on fire.

Jasper's head turned to the side, much like a confused puppy. "It looks like a torture device."

"Guys, should I be, like…afraid…or anything? I mean, has anything bad ever happened at any of the weddings?"

The boys exchanged a look.

Jasper sighed. "Well, there was this once…Emmett and Rose were having yet another"—he threw a look at Emmett—"wedding, this time in Madrid. And, well, Alice still has a scar."

I gulped.

"So," Emmett said. "Really, what is that thing? Bella, you're a girl, you should know."

It was my turn to throw him a look. "Are you kidding me? You're"—I did a quick calculation in my head—"ninety-three years old! You should know, like, everything."

I heard a quiet snicker in the doorway, and we all turned to identify the culprit. Alice and Rosalie were hiding their laughter behind their hands while Emmett, Jasper, and I stared at them, dumbfounded.

"Boys, it's time for you to go. Edward's having panic attacks," Alice giggled, fully opening her bedroom door.

"Yes, it's time, I'm afraid, to send Bella to her death." She gestured with a jerk of her head to the bed.

"What is it?" Emmett demanded in a whiny tone. "If you don't tell us, I swear I'll walk down the aisle in nothing but a cummerbund."

The girls erupted in laughter again, and I vaguely began to recognize the pile of cornflower blue satin and lace I'd been forced into for prom. I gaped and started for the door, only for Rosalie to push me back toward the bed.

"Oh, my God, no! Please, not again! Why?!" I sobbed to the sky. "Why can't I be comfortable on what should be the happiest day of my life?!"

Alice rolled her eyes. "Drama queen," she muttered. She then began to hum the extremely annoying tune from the movie Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen. I shot her the dirtiest look I could muster, and hummed back to her I Hate Everything About You.



Rosalie laughed yet again. "It's a corset, boys."

Their brows furrowed, and they cocked their heads toward one another, a loud crash resounding as they collided. "Ow!" they cried simultaneously.

"Alright, out, now," Alice commanded shoving them out the door and down the stairs, where Edward was waiting, no doubt pacing a hole in Esme's white carpet.

"Now," Rosalie sighed when the door had closed, "time to get you dolled up." They looked absolutely terrifying— like Hannibal Lecter, if you will—as they reached for their make-up bags and pushed me back into Alice's famous chair.

"Bella," Alice said quietly. "This will go a lot quicker and smoother if you just give in now, okay?"

I whimpered my consent.

To put herself in her zone, Alice made a beeline for her stereo and shoved in a Taking Back Sunday disc, and immediately their beautiful music filled my ears. Watching Alice warm up was like watching Gone In Sixty Seconds, as everyone prepares to start the big boost. Her slightly trembling hands reminded me of Nicholas Cage, and Rose's slow breathing mimicked Angelina Jolie perfectly.

And then I was Barbie.

Alice attacked my face, and Rosalie my hair. I tried not to pay attention to them, only focusing on the present time when asked to look up, make an O shape of my mouth, the usual. Even with their speed, the girls spent an unnatural amount of time fussing over me. Alice finished first, and debated with Rosalie over how my hair would look best.

"Up?" Rosalie asked, demonstrating the 'do with her hands, "Or down?" She dropped my hair on my shoulders, and Alice gave a thoughtful, "hmm…"

"Let's try," Alice suggested, "half up, half down. Could you get some bobby pins and that white clip off the sink?"

I felt a rush of wind, and Alice was poking my head with various hair accessories.

"Ow," I whined, my hand reaching instinctively for my wound Alice had created with her stupid pins. She shoved my hand away.

"You're fine, and I'm almost done, then we get to get you in that beautiful dress," she said, as if that would appease me.

And so it was only a few moments later that Alice gave me the once-over and sent Rosalie deep into her closet and into the wedding vault for all our dresses. Being the miracle-workers they are, the girls had their hair and make-up done to perfection in under five minutes. They slid into their strapless marine blue knee-length dresses. As always, they looked perfect, and I suddenly wished I'd chosen very ugly dresses, not that it was likely to make a difference.



Normally, I would've cried desperately at the sight of that horrifying corset, but I would've been bitch slapped for messing up my make-up. I slipped off my robe, and Rosalie immediately began pulling satin laces. After being locked into it, I realized it really did make a difference—for the better. We all smiled at the result, no matter how slight it was.

The dress came out of the garment bag a few moments later, and I'd nearly forgotten how beautiful it was. The most alluring, soft shade of white emerged before my eyes, and I smiled subconsciously. An Organza allover draped pick-up with beaded lace empire and lace-up back, it was undeniable how wonderful it really looked on me.

The girls left me after tying me into it, and Rosalie returned after a few moments, rather stealthily.

"You've got about two minutes; Alice is primping the boys." She pulled a cigarette and a lighter from behind her back, and I admired her with wide, grateful eyes before snatching it greedily.

"Rosalie Hale, I do believe I've just fallen in love with you," I sighed as I exhaled smoke into the air before me.

She rolled her eyes, smiling. "I know you've got to be freaking out. I was before my first wedding, trust me. I didn't adjust to the changes that come with being a vampire so easily, and I kept trying to puke. Poor Esme, I know she really wanted to help, but she couldn't help laughing at me retching into the toilet, disappointed when nothing happened."

We both laughed a little.

"Thanks," I said softly, placing a hand on her cold arm before hungrily taking another drag off my beautiful cigarette.

A minute rolled by in silence, and Rosalie suddenly stole my cigarette away from me and threw it out the window, fanning the air desperately with her hands.

"Ah!" I heard someone scream below us, and we leaned out the window to see Billy Black smacking wildly at the top of his head, where a few sparks could be seen.

My eyes widened in horror, and I whisper-screamed a hurried apology before cracking up completely with Rose back in the room.

"That's what he gets for turning down your invitation," she laughed.

We calmed ourselves finally and looked over to find Alice staring at us with a dazed amazement. "You girls are amazing. No sense of shame, whatsoever. Do you realize the damage you could've done?"

We looked at the floor guiltily.

"Bella's lip stick could have been ruined!"

I exhaled a short laugh.



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EPOV

I was steadily wearing a path into the floor. It felt odd to be so nervous; it wasn't as if there was anything to fear. I had no clue how to regard my feelings—the butterflies swarming violently in my stomach.

I'd given up trying to puke once I remembered I couldn't, though it felt like the only solution to my problem. Charlie, Carlisle, Jasper, and Emmett watching blankly as I moved from one end of our sitting room to the other. Charlie and Carlisle shared a smirk that Jasper and Emmett couldn't in front of Bella's father—one that said, "I remember that feeling."

"Could you guys stop doing that? It's making me even more nervous," I stammered, fidgeting with the lapel of my jacket.

"Calm down, son," Charlie said encouragingly.

The words struck my heart, and I suddenly felt the urge to cry; Charlie may have finally accepted me. He stood up and came to stand beside me.

"If you think the wedding scares the crap out of you, kid, just hope she never asks for a divorce." He gave me a crinkle-eyed smile and clapped me on the back. "It's going to be fine. Now, get yourself together, it's almost time to start."

And as if on cue, Renee and Esme came inside to give us a two-minute warning.

"Places, men," Renee squealed.

"Edward," Charlie said, at my side once again. "You're up to bat."

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BPOV

Alice jerked back to the present with an immense grin.

"It's time, girls," she announced, tossing us our bouquets.

I clutched mine like a lifeline, and watched as my bridesmaids descended the stairs. I watched Jasper, Emmett, and Charlie gawk at me while my friends smiled at their work. I felt myself practically float down the stairs and latch onto my father's arm. He whispered loving, encouraging words; however, they fell on deaf ears once my future husband came into view.



He watched me with glassy, loving eyes as I glided down the aisle, never tripping once. I didn't notice the guests—any of them—or the bridesmaids and groomsmen as they took their respective places. I didn't notice my parents or Edward's or the minister. All I saw was Edward, and I had a feeling I was all he saw.

The ignorance of my surroundings shattered as Edward, smiling, murmured the two words that tied up all my loose ends, and fixed any problem we would face together in the future.

"I do."

The normal crap was recited in turn to me, and I paid no attention, only waited for it to stop so that I could bind myself to the only person I would ever love for the rest of eternity. And finally, the minister did stop talking, and I did quietly say, "I do."

Everything between that time and the reception was a blur. I somehow ended up in the empty Cullen family room, dancing with Edward to my lullaby. After our first dance, it was only fitting that I dance with Charlie, and Edward with Esme. We danced to Blackout by Muse, and I was crying by the end of it.

It was a horrible thought that I wouldn't always be there to take care of my daddy, and that soon I would never be able to see him again. And Renee—what she would do after my 'death' I didn't wish to think about. It seemed so selfish now, my choice to become a vampire. But I'd been often encouraged by my family to live a life for me, and I saw fit to follow through with that now.

However, I did pull Alice away after my dance with Charlie for a double-check.

"Alice, will Charlie and Renee be okay? You know, after we fake my death and everything?" She could surely see the panic, not to mention the tears in my eyes.

She hugged me tightly. "Bella, you've no idea how things are going to work out after all this, and I can promise you, it's not something that will make you regret this. Everything will be fine." She pulled back to smile at me. "And if you can't trust me, who can you trust?"

"Thanks, Alice," I said, smiling. "By the way, what exactly will happen?"

"Oh, that's for me to know and for you to find out." She smirked, and skipped off to find Jasper.

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APOV

If only she knew…I mused to myself. She would probably throw herself in front of a truck today if she thought her death would bring her parents back together…

A/N: I thought the ending was rather cute. Okay, so today's quote totally made me cry. The one with Edward being all like, "I'll sing to you," and stuff. Too adorable. Anyway, one more chapter? Two? Review. I think that'll determine it.