Chapter 2

The moment I walked into the Cullen household, Alice grabbed my elbow extremely hard, walked me over to the couch, and sat my straight down on the sofa. She giggled the entire time. She took a seat across from me in a petite green chair. Alice stared at me so intensely, still giggling, that I almost screamed.

"Alice," I said in a polite, soothing tone of voice, "are you alright?"

She nodded quite ecstatically. I mean, I knew Alice was a little over happy at times, but, seriously, something had to be wrong, or I was about to get eaten. She pointed a slender finger at what seemed to be a photo album on the "coffee table" –I quote these words because we all know, the Cullens' never drank coffee, they never ate, human food at least.- I hesitantly picked up the book, the whole time watching Alice. She wrung her hands, still smiling. It was an excited kind of smile. Pleasant? Sure. Devious? Of course. I took my eyes off of Alice and turned my full attention to the book. Alice's handwriting was perfect. I took my finger, almost hypnotic like, and traced my fingers over the curved "B", the petite, arched "&", the bold, proud "E", the neat, script letters "W", "e", "d", "d", "i", "n", "g" . . .

Oh no. Alice didn't. Pft. Why wouldn't she? She's Alice.

"So?!" Alice nearly screeched. I'm sure the fact that she was millimeters away from my ear had something to do with the volume of the noise, but the pitch was Alice. "I have been working on this for weeks." She seemed so proud and extremely gratified with her work. I browsed through the book, seeing cake ideas, which apparently,

Rosalie was in charge of; I was just hope she wasn't going to poison me.

Edward's tuxedo was drawn expertly. The fabric sample, stapled to the page, were so exquisite, I was tempted to ask why she would was the fine fabric on paper. It was black satin, with a red, silk tie, and a cream, collared shirt. In the jacket pocket, there was a small, red rose. It looked amazing on the page, but knowing Edward, he would make the tuxedo glow.

The bridesmaid's dresses were a creamy color, with a red, silk sash, the same as Edward's tie. The groom's men wore the same tuxedo as Edward, but without the flower.

Every detail was hammered out. I was surprised. Even for Alice, this was a bit of work. Luckily, I had a vampire who could take bites, bigger than she could chew. But Alice was civilized. She cut the bite with a knife and fork, down to sizeable pieces.

She stared at me with puppy dog eyes, waiting for my response.

I slammed the book shut. I looked straight at her. I stood up. I maintained eye contact. I walked forward two steps, keeping a solemn face. All of the sudden I broke into an enormous grin, and embraced my sister-in-law to be. Of course, I had not remembered all of that strength she had in that dainty body, so of course, she made my squeeze, into a bone-crushing hug, that lifted my feet off of the ground. Finally, she let me down, so I could catch my breath.

"So?" Alice asked, as if there was still another answer to be given.

""So" what?"

"SO, do you like this? Are you happy?"

"I wouldn't change a thing."

She patted my knee with her hand, and then directed her smile, to, what I thought, was unoccupied space, but when someone kissed my head, I knew who she was smiling at. I craned my neck so that I may rest my eyes on Edward's beauty.

"Bella, if you stay in that position to much, you might just stay like that," Edward said

And, as always, Edward was right. My neck started to ache. In a flash, he was sitting on the couch next to me, with one hand massaging my neck, the other to shoo Alice away. Edward was so kind and gentle. Once Alice was gone, he took his hand away from my neck, which was feeling infinitely better. He placed one hand on either side of my face, and guided his lips toward mine.

I couldn't believe this was actually happening. I don't mean kissing; we did that all the time. The wedding was so close. I could almost touch the hem of my dress- it was so close. The kiss ended and Edward smiled down at me. In two or-so months, I would no longer have a name that was my own. I would share it with the man I loved. No longer Isabella Marie Swan, I would become Isabella Marie Cullen, forever.

Edward, Alice and I argued about details until it was just around time for me to sleep. He drove me home. I quickly made Charlie an extremely late dinner, and stumbled up the steps to my room. I was so tired by all of the thoughts sprinting through my head, I didn't even bother the shed my shoes. I just lay down, on top of the comforter. Almost as soon as my head hit the pillow, my mind was at peace, but not for long, for the dreams from the previous night were just on the horizon.