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Chapter 6

Diary Entry:

"I have no idea what game fate was playing with me but I had resigned myself to even bother myself to find out."

Bella POV

I had been sitting on the exact same chair for the last five hours thirty two minutes and forty five seconds. The fact that I know the precise time is because I, for one, didn't want to be here and that might be the reason why I haven't been cooperating at all with the two girls who have been poking, prodding or in short beautifying me. Seriously it wasn't as if I wanted to be here and as it is I am probably going to be a sex slave soon enough – just thinking about tonight or in fact this evening makes me feel like slithering my throat – so why not make every person suffer who comes in my way.

I sighed, I haven't ever been this vengeful, in fact, I have never been like this. And I also didn't like the new side of me, sure I was anxious and apprehensive about tonight and the rest of my life – anxious might just be a very mild word – and hurt that my parents would do this to me but it wasn't as if I had no choice if I wanted to I could have gone filed an attorney or just out right declined my parents, but I didn't, because I knew they were desperate to hold onto what ever they were holding onto. So I just went along with it.

I have been in the spa of Del Monte Lodge for the last five and a half hours. Today was the big day, it depends in which sense you take it but I for one, am taking it in a very bad, very disastrous, very mournful day.

Renee had booked me up for full body wax, mud pack, facial, massage, manicure, pedicure, Moroccan bath – which was pretty embarrassing considering the woman was scrubbing each and every skin available or not! - And something else that they will do to my hair. We had gone through the first three items in the list and, of course the Moroccan bath. I am currently having my manicure done. I could already feel that it is going to be a very long day. The girls were giving me a French manicure and pedicure. And I had to admit, it did look pretty amazing.

Next to me were Renee, - and to my utter horror, though I did expect it – Rosalie, Alice, Angela and Esme. I should have know that Renee would act as if every thing was right in the world and make my nightmare-ish day into some girls-bonding and exciting day, even though there was nothing even close to exciting for me.

Rosalie and Alice were giggling beside me; they had been doing this since they came in with us. They would look at me, whisper something and start giggling. And when I would raise an eyebrow at them questioning them on their obviously suspicious and girly behavior, they would just giggle harder. So I settled on ignoring them.

Esme and Renee were talking with each other discussing something they have seen in the magazine. And Angela was listening to her I-pod. I sighed and closed my eyes.

"You sure you don't want to know the name of your groom?" Alice asked snickering. This must have been the umpteenth time she had asked the exact same question and I would reply with different kinds of no every time. This time, however, I settled for just a slight shake of my head.

She was acting as if she knew the biggest secret that I would want to know. I, however, didn't feel the same about the topic.

I have told her that I had denied to know the name of the groom, I know it sounded amateur, but it was my way of coping with reality. I thought if I didn't know who 'he' was, then 'it' might not be him but someone else. Wishful thinking? I know.

But like someone said, ignorance is bliss, though they forgot to add 'but will give you a killer headache every night.

I couldn't help but think that Edward might also be there. Seeing that his family and friends were already coming and the fact that Charlie and Carlisle are great friends only solidified the idea.

I have no idea what he would think of me. And probably he would be the next one getting married in the same week. I was always overwhelmed with jealousy when ever I thought of Edward with some one else. Well, he had always been sexually active but even I knew those were just flings, but this was strong and everlasting, well, of course, depending on the person.

I had always been jealous of the girls who had been with Edward but this was different, this reached a whole different level of jealousy. I knew I couldn't have him, ever. But both of us getting married just solidified the idea.

I realized I had spaced out – again – when one of the two girls asked me to move into one of the rooms to get my massage done. Lately I had been doing a lot of spacing out, even at work; I frowned at my self and settled on the comfy bed thing while the blond girl massaged me.

I thought about the dream I had of Edward and me getting married. It was the weirdest dream I had ever had, though I always have weird dreams throughout my life but this was the weirdest of weirdest, I don't think that's even English, but it made sense in my mind any way.

I dreamt of Edward in a black tux kneeling on one knee, the way guys used to do in 1900's, and I was in this white silk gown flowing to the ground and the lace covered my arms and the bottom half of the gown with little diamonds embedded on it in different intervals, the sun made the diamonds sparkle making them throw rainbow colors through out the yard. My hair was swept up while a few curled tendrils came out of the hair-do.

He was proposing to me in my dream in such a sweet and gentlemanly way. I don't think he is even capable of that in reality.

I have no idea why my subconscious brain conjured up those images but I do know that it was very startling. I think my brain was just trying to mock me or some shit. I swear even my brain doest sympathize with me.

I was startled awake by the same blond girl who gave me the massage. I moved onto the chair where they washed and conditioned my hair. About another half and hour later the girl blow dried my hair and I was free from the half torture and half blissful day – I say blissful because of the massage - .

I hated feeling so relaxed after all the pampering, I was absolutely not in the mood to be relaxed while what happened tonight and, of course, this evening.

Alice bounced over to me and Rosalie and Angela were behind her laughing at something. "Are you ready? Now we'll go have our make up and hair done! We only have Four hours left!" At least someone was excited; I rolled my eyes mentally at myself.

"As ready as I will ever be." I replied glumly.

All of us piled up in Renee's hummer and made our way to our next destination.

After an hour and a half of brushing, tugging and what not the hair stylist was done with my hair. I was planning on sleeping while the stylist worked on me but I think she purposely made that absolutely impossible for me.

We all were dressed in flimsy bathrobes. I stood and made my way towards Alice who was already sitting on a plush leather couch. Since her hair was short, the stylist didn't take much time at styling her hair. She was done in an hour.

Alice looked way too excited. Not that she wasn't normally excited, but today somehow she has broken her own record.

I had tried asking her in the past hour but she had denied anything like that and just said she was excited for the both of us since I was doing a very good job. I didn't believe her for a second. I tried again, "Alice you do know I know you better than any one else right?" she nodded warily as if afraid of what I would say next.

"Well then tell me what are you so excited about?"

After ten minutes of my steady and insisting stare she sighed as if resigned, she knew I wouldn't stop until I knew and can go to any length when I wanted to.

She looked at me cautiously and said "I am going to be your maid of honor and Rose is your bride's maid."

"Oh" I replied I couldn't think of anything else to say. I mean I would have cared less of who was what at the wedding. "How is that exciting?" I asked because seriously I couldn't see the lure of it

"Are you kidding me?" she asked shocked and looking at me as if I had lost my mind.

I shrugged. She huffed and crossed her arms over her chest, as if she was really disappointed. I didn't doubt that, because she might really be.

We were both called by the make up artists to get our make done. This time however I was able to get shut eye for exactly thirty minutes.

After my make up was done I stood up and stretched my arms and legs a little, I have been sitting for two hours straight in the exact same position.

I turned around to see Alice looking really stunning.

She had on a metallic orange and black dress which reached her mid thigh. The dress had a sweet heart neckline which was pretty deep to look sexy but decent at the same time. There was silver glitter work in beautiful flowers and intricate loops which started from the middle of her chest and ended just a few inches below and covered the circumference of her dress. Below the silver glitter work the dress was black and above it was metallic orange.

The dress below the intricate design was fluffed out. She had on a diamond dangling earring. Her hair was fluffed and was a little messy. Her hair and make-up was done impeccably. Her eyes were outlined in a smoky shade while the lids were done in gold. She had on a rose lip gloss.

She twirled to give me a look of her back.

I gasped and my eyes widened in shock.

Her dress was already cut low on her back to top it the dress was held with strings crisscrossed above the black fluffed material and silver intricate designs.

My eyes traveled down to see her wearing black heels with a bit of silver in it.

She twirled back to see me and grinned widely at me. "Wow Alice, you look absolutely gorgeous. Why don't you marry the guy? I whined.

Angela and Rose giggled while Alice made gagging noises.

My eyes snapped to Rose and Angela. They both also looked absolutely stunning.

Rose's hair was done in lose curls which cascaded down the middle of her back. She was wearing a metallic jade green dress with hints of black and white.

It was spaghetti strap dress and had a plunging neckline. There was a broche in the middle of the chest with a dark green belt around the dress. The dress rested on her thigh.

She had on high heels. Typical Rose style. She was only wearing diamond studs as jewelry. Even then she looked beautiful.

Her eyes were done in a smoky shade. Pink blush and peach lip gloss. She was the definition of perfection. The way Rose held herself with self confidence – which I don't have – made her look even more appealing in the every one else's eyes and every sense.

Where as Angela looked hot but sweet because of her smile.

She was wearing a red dress which reached her mid thigh. It was a one strap dress. Her right breast was covered with red and white sequins which went all the way to her left shoulder and reached back again to the same place. The dress wasn't fitted in fact it was flow-y from below her chest just like Rosalie's. A lot of her back was shown from between materials.

Her black hair was curled. She was wearing red lipstick and had on a light make-up with coal black eyeliner. She was wearing big dangly diamond earrings and of course high heels.

None of their dresses were traditional-floor length-wedding dresses, instead they were all short and NC-17 rated prom like dresses. But the fact that mattered was they looked stunning and it was their style.

"You all look absolutely amazing! Do you all have to when I am going to die tonight?" I whined. "None of you are true friends!" I huffed and crossed my arms across my chest dramatically.

They all giggled and muttered something about me being overly dramatic like him. I turned to look at them questioningly. But they just giggled harder.

I glared at them but was cut short by one of the stylists coming out of the changing room and ushered me inside.

She fitted me in the dress. Put on a veil on my head did some last finishing touches on my makeup. I was thanking the lord for not forcing me into heels. Since the dress was floor length I could wear my flats underneath it.

She walked me carefully towards the full length mirror. My eyes widened in shock.

I hadn't actually paid attention to what I wore when I was trying it on a week before.

The gown was actually very amazing. It was strapless and had a sweet heart neck line. It was fitted till the waist and then fluffed out and flowed to the floor. It was sequined and had amazing beading and thread work done till the waist. The gown was then bunched in by sequins; bead and thread work and then flowed out. The same pattern repeated in different places all over the gown.

All of my hair was piled up on top of my head and was puffed out in front was. The hairstylist had piled my hair on top by difficult looking braids around the knot. A veil was fixed on top of my hair and flowed down in frills.

I had on a diamond necklace which complimented the dress.

My makeup was done in a more natural way. I was wearing a light red lipstick.

I hated the stylists for making me look beautiful, yes, beautiful, I never thought I'd say that, but that is how I looked. I hated my mom even more for getting this amazing dress.

I felt tears threatening my eyes and the familiar stinging behind my eyes. I closed my eyes in an attempt to stop them from spilling.

Finally when I thought I was in control I opened them to see Esme and Renee staring at me.

Esme and Renee both almost had the similar shade of the dress. Esme wore a black long mermaid dress. It was strapless with a sweetheart neckline. The dress was bunched on the left side by a white diamond shaped broche on her knee. She had a shawl on her arms.

Her hair was piled up on her head. She was wearing a diamond necklace and bracelet. She looked beautiful.

Renee was wearing a dark brown floor length mermaid dress. It had a sweetheart neckline. It had a sequins strip of lace on her waist and on the neckline. She wore an onyx bracelet and dangling earrings.

Half of her hair was piled up on her head in a puff while the rest flowed down.

Esme walked up to me and handed me a bunch of flower. She kissed me on my forehead and whispered, "You look exquisite dear, hope you have all the happiness in the world."

"I think that is impossible Esme." My voice was filled with unshed tears.

She was about to say something else when Alice bounced in the room and squealed in excitement. "Look at you! You look amazing! Oh, everyone will be speechless once they set their eyes on you!" she gushed.

We all piled up in the limousine waiting for us. Alice, Angela and Rosalie were practically bouncing in their seats with excitement. Esme and Renee were glowing with happiness. What they were happy or excited about totally flew off of my head.

I rolled my eyes at them and looked out the window. I noticed that it would be twilight in about half an hour or so. I sighed a depressed sigh, leaned my head against the seat, careful not to ruin the hair-do, and closed my eyes against my fate.

When I opened my eyes I realized that our limousine was already parked in front of the place where I'd be slaughtered. The weird thing was the fact that where my life is going to end – figuratively, of course, but you get what I mean – was decorated so elegantly.

The stairs leading inside the hotel, had flowers and little twinkling lights all over the side of the steps leading up to the gate.

The front door was bustling with cars and photographers. The driver drove the car to the back entrance.

We all entered through the back door and were greeted by a flustered looking woman. She led us to an air conditioned tent. I sat on a sofa and was starting to hyperventilate. Everything came crashing down on me. Yes, I had already known this was eventually going to happen in just a matter of weeks. But knowing it and experiencing it are two very different aspects of life. You never really know what you think you know if you hadn't experienced it. I began to heave and pant.

Rosalie noticing this ran up to me and began to console me. Suddenly the reality caught up to me. I started begging her to not let me go out there and marry that piece of shit. No matter what she said didn't do shit to calm me down.

Esme joined Rose, and her sweet face was my undoing. The dam which I was desperately trying to keep a hold on to started spilling. Esme panicked and called for Alice.

She screeched in horror at seeing me. I cracked a small smile and sniffed at her horror stricken face.

It was hilarious and I would probably be laughing my ass off at the whole thing if the situation wasn't so serious.

She shooed Esme and Rose away and crouched down to hold my hand and come just a little below my eye level. "Bella please trust me on this, everything is going to be fine. Do you think I'd be so happy if it was the other way around?" she talked slowly as if she was talking to a petulant child. And in this case maybe I was acting like a petulant child. She was right though, I knew never to bet against Alice and so did every one else. She had always had these feelings which helped her along the way.

I took a deep breath hiccupping all the while. She asked for a glass of water with a straw for me to drink.

"I knew this would happen." She grumbled to herself but loud enough for me to hear.

She produced a bag with the makeup. She retouched my make up while muttering about how thankful she was to ask the stylist to use water proof makeup while I sipped ice cold water and calmed myself down. When she was satisfied she stood up narrowed her eyes and scrunched up her nose in concentration, scrutinizing me for ten minutes I rolled my eyes at her and she just glared at me. After a while she softened up. She bent at her hip and kissed my forehead and whispered, "Everything's going to be fine, trust me. I love you."

She straightened up then looked up like her exuberant self. "Okay let's get this show on the road! Since you refused to have the dress rehearsal and to know anything what so ever related about your wedding which again I say is borderline stupid, this is what you have to do. I'll go out first when the music starts than Rose. And when the music changes for the third time, come out with Charlie. And don't worry about the cameras just ignore them. Remember to put on a small smile on your face no matter what is going on in that dangerous head of ours." When she was done ticking off everything on her fingers, she took a deep breath twirled around. Held the awesome smelling flowers and moved out of the tent.

Esme and Renee had already moved out to sit with the guests. Rose and Angela helped me stand gave bouquet of exotic flowers and walked me towards the entrance of the tent.

After a minute Rose left the tent the tent to join Alice.

Charlie entered the tent from the back door, took my hand and stood beside me. We didn't exchange any words since we both knew it was fruitless. We both loathed the attention, but it just came with lifestyle. It was kind of a done deal.

He was some what used to the idea since he had a lot of practice but I always avoided such attention and usually kept myself low-key. We both were nervous, me more so than him.

The wedding was being held outside in the garden – I don't exactly know if we would call it a garden, but I sure did know that there were a lot of grass, trees and everything nature related which was owned by the hotel - of the hotel.

My heart was thundering inside my chest, it was running a mile a minute. I thought I was going in a cardiac arrest. This might just be good…

Angela gave me a reassuring smile and went out of the tent to loin the guests.

When a different song came on the speakers, two women around their mid thirties held the curtain open for us. I thought I was going to faint with adrenaline coursing through me and the sound off blood whooshing in my ear. I was surprised I could hear the music over the sound of my blood pumping.

Then I remembered Alice's words.

…Bella please trust me on this…

…You think I would be happy if it was the other way round…

… Everything is going to be fine…

…trust me…

… I love you…

I drew some courage from them and stepped out with Charlie.

Just as we stepped out a hundred cameras flashed in just a minute. I tried to ignore it as much as I could. I put on a fake smile, fixed my eyes on the ground and walked with the beat.

From my peripheral vision I could see that the garden was decorated in a stunning way. There were comfortable looking chairs placed all over the yard and I could see the guests gaping at me.

There were exotic looking fountains at both the sides of the yard. There were twinkling lights placed on the trees and lanterns were hung all over the place. Flowers were hung and kept all over the yard.

Since it was nearing twilight, these were the only lights lighting the place.

As we reached the aisle and stood on the slightly raised platform Charlie placed my hand in 'his' hand and stepped aside. The music had changed when I had stepped on the aisle.

I noticed that the aisle's pillars were decorated with the same twinkling lights and flowers were wrapped around it.

I hated to admit it but it honestly looked spectacular.

The twinkling lights and lanterns cast a soft glow and created a romantic atmosphere when it was anything but.

The priest began to speak and I realized that whoever had planned the wedding – most probably Alice – planned it around twilight.

I tuned everything out, not listening to a single word the priest said. Instead I paid extra attention to the settings and decorations of the aisle.

It truly was a sight to behold. The roof of the aisle had a round tomb like shape. The floor of the aisle was covered by flickering candles all around its perimeter, leaving just enough space for two people to leave together.

It truly was a shame. If it hadn't been for my situation, I would have wanted my wedding to be planned exactly like this minus the extravagant attention and a million cameras of course.

A magnificent chandelier hung in the middle of the aisle, just above the priest.

When Alice nudged me and whispered to me to repeat my vows.

I figured I must have tuned out completely as I hadn't even noticed 'him' repeating them himself.

I stared intently at 'his' shoes as if my life depended on it and recited my vows in a lifeless voice. No matter what kind of havoc was taking place inside of me, I didn't let it show on the outside. Well, except in my voice. But I did that on purpose I wanted 'him' to know I wasn't doing this willingly.

I had perfected my façade of hiding my emotions over the years. After all, if you live like a celebrity you have to be able to do that.

I made sure to plaster a small smile on my face to feed the cameras and the guests with and keep out all the damn controversies.

Rose had handed me a piece of paper with my vows written on it. I had memorized it while the beauticians had worked on me in the spa of Del Monte Lodge.

I heard the priest asking Alice and … Jasper?... to hand us the rings.

Now that was weird if 'he' was who I think 'he' is, why would Jasper be with him? Or had he changed sides, but that was unlikely because the last time I checked he wanted to knock the living daylights out of James.

I was really tempted to look up and see what Jasper was doing here. But I wanted to protect my eyes from 'him' as long as possible. I know it sounded childish and amateur, but I couldn't help myself. I wanted to grant this privilege to myself.

I know I had been very dramatic in the past month, but that is just how I am.

Alice urged my hand forward; my eyes snapped up to his hand, something about those hands was familiar.

Of course it was familiar, I had seen the same hand up close, I thought sarcastically.

I shuddered at the memory and tried my best to block it. I couldn't shake the feeling that it was not 'his' hand. I saw him slipping a beautiful ring on my finger.

It had several small diamonds embedded in it. It must be an inch or two long and was completely covered in white gold and diamonds. I had to admit he had impeccable choice… or whoever bought it had impeccable choice, I added as an after thought.

Alice handed me my ring for him. It was placed in a small cushion covered in black velvet. The color and the texture of the cushion made the ring look even more beautiful and expensive… which it actually was. I could easily guess this since I didn't pick out this ring which meant either Renee or Alice had. They never did anything half assed or relatively cheap, and what is relatively cheap for them is relatively expensive for us.

Any way back to the ring. It was made of white gold with a single diamond embedded in the centre and crosses on either side of it.

I took it a slid it on his ring finger.

The priest declared us husband and wife. I thought I might just pass out with the dread coursing through me.

I took in a large gulp of breath to steady myself. I dreaded the next part even more because now I had to kiss him.

"You may now kiss the bride." Were the last words I heard before the world disappeared around me as I raised my head up slowly. Trying to delay the actual moment.

I was met with the all too familiar and mesmerizing green eyes. Both our eyes widened in shock. I gasped out loud.

I couldn't believe what my eyes were showing me and what my brain comprehended.

I blinked a few times to see if I was delusional or hallucinating. After it was possible, I had been thinking about him a lot more then I cared to admit.

After a few minutes when he didn't disappear. I felt joy, relief, nervousness and a million other emotions I couldn't describe coursing through me.

I realized with batted breath, I was married to Edward Cullen.

A/N: I haven't read the chapter again so I hope you'd forgive me if I had done some mistake. I don't have a beta reader at the moment or more importantly she is on a vacation and doesn't have the decency to at least send me a damn message – roll my eyes – I hope you like this chapter. The rest of the wedding will be in the next chapter.

I am trying to cut the chapters short but this is still eleven pages and 5,064 words. Lol. If I would have added the rest of the wedding it would have at least gone to twenty pages.

The links to the dresses the girls wore on the wedding is on my profile. If you think it'll be easier if I just copy/paste the link with the chapter itself than let me know, I'll do that next time.

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