Author's Note: Sorry for the delay on this chapter guys. But here it is now, so here you go. Sorry that this one is shorter than usual.
Disclaimer: I do own the Twilight series. All three books are on their own little bookshelf in my room right now. Does that make me Stephenie Meyer? Sadly, no. She owns the idea.
July 17th Quote:
Charlie: "Bells, we're up to bat."
This quote is kinda self-explanatory too. I think it's definitely at the wedding, but as to whether it's them walking down the aisle or doing the father-daughter dance is only for Stephenie Meyer to know. Until August 2nd at least.
Bella's POV
"Bells, we're up to bat," Charlie said, looking at me expectantly.
Oh God. Oh God. Deep breaths, big breaths Bella. This was it. Today was the day of my wedding and I was now officially married to the most perfect being on the planet (Edward, duh). I had successfully walked down the aisle with my father in heels over an inch long (!) without tripping and didn't really feel like pressing my luck, but the moment had come for the lethal father-daughter dance. Charlie looked as nervous as I did; I didn't get my clumsiness from my mother.
I looked over to my new husband and Edward gave me a reassuring nod, urging me forward. I took my father's outstretched hand and walked slowly onto the wooden dance floor with him. The music started and Charlie and I began moving back and forth awkwardly. As the dance went on, we became more graceful (not really graceful, just less awkward). I stumbled a little once or twice throughout the entire dance, but other than that, it was completely okay. I don't know what I got so worked up about.
Until it tripped on my way off the dance floor.
(Just kidding, she didn't really trip)
Once again, sorry for how short it is. Review, please. I'll be your best friend.