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"Sorry to keep you waiting ladies. Now where is the bride?" We all looked up to see my dressmaker, a tall, athletic, Mediterranean guy with an accent. I thought it sounded vaguely Spanish.

"Here she is!" piped up Alice as she pushed me up to stand. The guy looked me over and held my shoulders to turn me then he snapped his fingers loudly. A girl immediately appeared and handed him a tape measure.

"My name is Daniel Regolado. I will be your dressmaker, obviously. I assure you I am the best here in Amsale. The dress I'll make would make Jennifer Aniston's dress look like something off-the-rack." He said all this while taking my measurements without even bothering to write any of it down. I honestly didn't understand any of the words he said except for he's the best part.

"Wait," I said quickly. "Shouldn't I tell you how I want it first?" I regretted asking him because I thought he would be offended. Instead, he laughed boisterously and spun me around again.

"I suggest I hear you out and then you hear me out, kay?" I smiled and nodded. I think that this would be the perfect person to make my dress. "What do you have in mind?" He asked me.

"Oh, well," I started. How do I put this? "I want it to be simple but elegant. Alice explained to e that you specialize in Classic designs so I think this would be perfect. I don't want anything too sexy, or poofy or sparkly. That about covers it."

I waited patiently for him to answer while he snapped his fingers again. This time the girl brought out a sketchpad and a pencil for Daniel. He quickly scribbled something on the paper and showed it to me.

I was amazed at how quickly he drew the first draft of my dress. It was a rough sketch but it was clear enough to show what it would look like. The dress had a halter strap with a bell skirt that extended into a train. There weren't any details yet but I knew it would be perfect.

"That's exactly what I want." Daniel beamed as I said this and showed the sketch to Alice and Rosalie.

"It looks perfect on you Bella!" squealed Alice. "I mean "will" look perfect on you." I chuckled as I thought about how Alice must have seen a vision of me in it.

"I must tell you that this is not the final sketch. I'm thinking embroidery here and there. No beads because that would make it, how you say, sparkly! I will fax you the final sketch so you can decide if you want any changes, okay?" We all nodded so he would know that we were paying attention.

"So we've covered that area. Now let's talk fabric!" He snapped his fingers again and two girls brought us three thick leather-bound books. We each took one and opened it to find pages and pages of samples for us to choose from.

"I think I'll let you handle this one girls," I told them. "I'm afraid I might pick something that can easily be ripped right out from under me if I trip." I watched as Alice, Rosalie and Daniel discussed the fabric of my dress. I tried hard to tune them out when they started talking about price and estimates.

"After we discuss the bridesmaids' dresses, you're good to go," said Daniel. After the girls discussed their dresses with Daniel, they explained that Esme and Rosalie had the same measurements as well as me and Angela so they wouldn't need to come here to get fitted.

Now that the arrangements for the dresses were done, we decided to go to a hotel so I could rest. It had been a very busy and hectic day. It was no surprise that Alice checked us in at the Plaza Hotel. Once again I was awe-struck at our accommodations. The Cullen's never disappoint.

"Rest up, Bella," said Alice when we got to our room. "Edward would have my head if he found out we exhausted you." She smiled before leaving me in my room in our suite. I lay down on the bed thinking of Edward and what he was doing right now. I wanted to call him but thought better of it because Alice would definitely have a fit if I didn't try to rest. The phone started ringing and a few moments later Rosalie called me.

"Bella, it's for you!" she yelled from the other room. I wondered who would be calling me here when we just checked in ten minutes ago. I picked up the receiver anxious to know who was calling.

"Hello? This is Bella." I said.

"Hello, Bella." I could never mistake that velvety voice for anyone else's. "How are you, my love?"

"Edward? How did you know we were here?" I heard him chuckle on the other end of the line.

"Alice told me what time you would check in and what room before you left Forks." I should have known Alice would have foreseen that.

"Well, to answer your question, I'm perfectly fine. And you?"

"Better now that I've heard your voice." I always felt like I was melting whenever Edward said things like that.

"I feel the same way," I replied lovingly. "What do you think Alice has planned for us this evening? All in all I've been having a great time here so I haven't been subjected to any torture from your sisters yet."

"I promised not to tell," said Edward.

"Edward!" I whined.

"All I can say is that you might not agree at first but Alice assured me that you would be having fun before the night is over."

"I guess I'll have to settle for that then. I miss you already Edward. I feel as if I deserted you over there because I've been having the best time here."

"Don't worry about me, Bella. So long as I know you're safe, I'm happy that you're enjoying yourself." Edward always was the martyr. So was I. We really are meant for each other. "By the way, I miss you too."

"I can't wait to go home." I sighed into the phone.

"Rest now, Bella. Alice text messaged me to keep the conversation short because you're exhausted. I'll call again later tonight."

"All right, Edward. I love you."

"I love you too." We said our goodbyes then I immediately fell asleep after.