It was a warm yet cloudy morning in the Olympia Peninsula. A growing amount of people were gathering in a clearing in the forest, a small meadow, filled with joy, laughter, and deep happiness. There were rows of chairs – already occupied – in front of a small, white, wall-less tent, with small, colorful flowers around the small columns. There was a man standing in the altar, the most handsome man one has ever seen, dressed in tuxedo and looking hopefully through the trees. Beside him stood a rather taller boy, obviously smaller in age, dressed as well in a tuxedo, smiling as if this was the happiest moment of his life. In front of them stood a small, black-haired girl, and beside her a tall, sculptural blonde, both dressed in beautiful, simple peach-colored dresses, that fitted them perfectly.
This was the moment they had all been waiting for. The moment. All the guests, as well as the two bridesmaids, the best man, and the groom, were swelled with happiness and excitement, waiting for the bride to appear. And suddenly, there she was – dressed in white, pale, with her brown hair now arranged in curls, a small, thin, trail of the smallest flowers traveling through her hair, with a bouquet of the most beautiful flowers in her hands. The groom couldn't help giving a sigh of surprise. She was astonishing. Beautiful. No, that was an insult. No words could describe her beauty at that moment.
Beaming, by her father's side, Bella Swan walked through the aisle between the chairs, staring happily at the man she was about to marry. She smiled at her mother as she passed by, and, a bit nervous, Charlie kissed her daughter and hugged her before leaving her in the hands of Edward.
All through the priest's speech, Bella and Edward did nothing else but stare deeply at each other, sinking in the beauty of one another, enjoying the love of the moment.
The priest coughed significantly.
'Wha –?' Edward turned to him, caught unawares, and the priest gave him a significant look, 'Oh – oh, yes?'
The priest sighed.
'Do you, Edward Anthony Masen Cullen, accept this woman as your wife, to love her and care for her?'
Edward smiled his breath-taking crooked smile.
'I do.'
'Do you, Isabella Marie Swan, accept this man as your husband, to love him and care for him?'
He had never seen her beam as wide as she was beaming now.
'I do.'
'I now proclaim you husband and wife.'
The priest turned to Edward.
'You may kiss the girl,' he said with a tender smile, and immediately, he had his arms around her, and she had thrown herself, surrounding his neck, and kissed him fully in the mouth, pressing her lips lovingly, as if this was the last time they'd ever kiss. They could hear claps, 'aww's, some even wolf-whistling, but they didn't care. This was their moment, the most private moment of them all, even with all their families staring at them. And when they finally broke apart, the priest turned to the audience.
'I present to you, Mr. And Mrs. Cullen.'
And everybody was on their feet, clapping, shrieking, whistling, crying, beaming – Edward lifted his wife into the air and sat her on his arm, as she hugged him and kissed his bronze hair, smiling, tears rolling down her cheeks.
'Is this the happy ending you've always wanted?' Edward asked her softly, stroking her face.
'No,' Bella replied, convinced, 'This is better.'
And once again she kissed the vampire of her dreams.