Bella
I'm getting married today. My wedding day was surreal; I sat in my bedroom with Rosalie pulling at my hair and Alice daubing makeup on my face just imagining being Edward's wife with a smile on my face. They kept asking me what I thought about different types of makeup and hair styles. Frankly I didn't care; all that mattered was that Edward and I got married today.
Esme walked in wearing her deep green dress and ushered Rosalie and Alice out of the room before helping me into my dress. I turned and saw a small smile playing at the corner of her lips.
'What?' I asked and she just shook her head. I wondered what she was thinking.
Soon it was time to go and after a short drive we hopped out of the car, Alice literally as she was still using crutches although she was out of plaster now.
As I saw Edward at the end of the aisle the audience vanished and it was just me him and a voice telling us what to say. And then it was over and we were broken from our embrace by the cheering crowd.
I had asked not to have a party and, amazingly my wish had been obeyed by Alice, I have a feeling that Carlisle may have intervened. Edward protected my from the grains of rice being thrown and we hopped into the beautiful old, white Bentley to take us to the airport.
On the way we stopped at our house to change out of our wedding clothes and finally we were in the air, off to the secret destination. This had been kept a complete secret from me and I had been randomly springing the question on my unsuspecting relatives to be but to no avail.
We were in Italy! It was a beautiful, bustling little town called Sorrento. We did a whistle-stop tour of all the amazing archaeological sites such as Pompeii and Herculaneum but spent most of our time alone together on a small private beach that Edward had hired for the week while we were there. The beach had steep cliffs all around with a winding staircase cut into the rock. The sea was shallow and quickly warmed by the sun each morning so that it was only slightly colder than body temperature.
It was the perfect honeymoon, time alone with Edward, but, increasingly I was finding myself so tired at the end of each day that I was failing to respond to Edward's kisses. However all too soon it was time to go home.
Edward
Bella looked beautiful as she walked down the aisle with Esme, Alice and Rosalie before her. Her hair was tied up in a loose bun with tendrils hanging down around her face. She looked directly at me and smiled and the audience was gone, there was only Bella in the room. The words I spoke blurred through my head until sudden a huge noise arose. I looked around and was startled to see the huge crowd of our family and friends.
The wedding was over and we were on the plane together. Bella was snuggled up on my chest. I smiled as she murmured my name and the passing people smiled endearingly at the pair of us probably remembering their wedding days. Eventually we touched down on Italian soil and I laughed as Bella realised our destination.
The honeymoon was perfect. Simply time alone with Bella on a secluded beach. Inevitably we had to leave.