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Edward POV

The wedding ceremony had been uncomfortable to say the least. Not only had I been waiting at the altar for someone I hardly knew, but half of the guests I didn't know. So many emotions had been playing through my mind, the strongest from the first time I saw her walk through the doors.

She had looked nervous, apprehensive but neither of those emotions could take away the fact that she was truly and exceptionally stunning. Her hair partly held back with clips, mostly cascaded down her back in long brown tendrils while her eyes – a gleaming brown – searched the room, eventually landing on mine.

I blinked, realizing I was staring and tried to concentrate on the situation at hand: the fact that I was about to be wed.

Throughout the entire ceremony, I had to pay attention harder than I had ever done before since my mind – and gaze – kept drifting back to Bella; and now that I thought about it, her name suited her well.

As if God wasn't smiting me enough, I had had to kiss her.

Her soft lips had stayed unmoving, which was probably for the better, and I had to pull away quickly before I made a fool of myself.

Now – at the reception – I took her small, warm hand in mine while trying not to think about the feel of her lips as I led her to the dance floor for our dance.

Her cheeks were stained a light pink as they had been the entire night and I had an uncanny urge to reach out and touch one, just to see how warm they would be.

The thought left me as Bella stumbled and I caught her, standing her upright. I smiled down at her, relishing in the fact that she was extremely uncoordinated as her mother had graciously let me in on before the reception. She smiled shyly back up at me, causing my heart to soar for an odd reason. I looked away from her, trying to figure out these complicated emotions that had been stirring through me this past week since I had first met her.

The only thing I had come up with was nerves, because there was no way that I was falling for Bella, a girl I had only met twice.

"Edward!" I blinked, looking down at Bella who had called my name, her voice laced with anxiety and tension.

"What is wrong?" my eyebrows knit together at the irony of that question. I was pretty sure this whole arrangement was wrong for a wedding.

"I… I cannot dance," she bit her bottom lip nervously and I couldn't stop my grin.

"Well then, I guess it is a good thing I can," I boasted mockingly, earning me a small smile in return.

I released her hand, wrapping my arms around her waist and lifted her up a few inches off the ground.

"Wha-" she started, but stopped when I placed her back down, her feet now standing on mine.

She quirked an eyebrow, looking up at me and flushing red.

"You don't have to do that…" I ignored her comment; moving her hand up to my shoulder, mine resting on her slender waist, also ignoring the sensations that traveled up my hands as I did.

The music had started, but luckily no one had yet noticed that we hadn't started dancing since they were all busy trying to get a good spot to watch, and be one of the first onto the dance floor.

I spun us around, watching with delight as her hair whipped around with us, spiraling down her shoulder.

After a few seconds, others started joining us on the floor until it was filled.

Being out of the center of attention seemed to relax Bella a bit as her posture became less rigid, easier to move.

She smiled, and laughter to the tune of a chime escaped from her mouth, lost in the noise of the crowd. I smiled, happy at the thought that I was the only one that could her laughter just then. The unexpected happiness threw me off guard, and my smile faltered. There was no sense in taking joy in the mere fact that no one else could hear her laugh, and the fact that I had found it joyous was bewildering.

I dropped the idea, realizing that this moment was not the best for pondering my inane feelings.

Slowly, the music faded away and I looked down, only to be entranced by Bella's wide brown orbs gazing up at me.

We stayed like that for who-knows-how long, staring at each other in our own separate worlds of wonder and uncertainty until the small, but always intrusive noise of someone clearing their throat pulled us out of the trance.

It was a man who looked close to our age, holding out his hand towards Bella in a bow.

Well, at least he has the decency to bow.

"May I have this dance?"

His words were so innocent, yet so revolting to my ears as I glared down at him, though it went unnoticed.

"Oh," Bella looked up at me uncertainly, and then stepped off my feet hesitantly while blushing and I grudgingly let her go.

"Um… thanks. For the dance…" she turned away, her face still red and took the guest's hand, walking away with him.

Devastatingly, I wondered whether that would be the only dance I was to have with her, my wife, tonight.

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