Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.
We arrived at a store called "Chicago's Antiques". It was an exquisite medium sized store with hundreds gorgeous dresses lining the walls.
Before I even knew what was happening I was shoved into the dressing room with at least ten dresses. I examined them before throwing a few out. "Too pink, to frilly, to ugly, who wears that to there wedding?"
----- 112 Dresses later-----
This was the dress for me! It was a creamy white color with lace around the bust area. It showed off my small shoulders but had long sleeves. Hugging my curves it ruffled out towards me feet and had an acceptable train. I didn't want my train to long for the fear that I might trip over it walking down the isle. I knew I was a vampire but I was still scared of my talent for tripping which apparently I still had. (AN: Picture of dress on my profile.)
I stepped out of the dressing room and Alice gasped, "It's perfect for you!"
I couldn't help but plaster a huge smile on my face. I loved this dress and I could picture myself getting married in it.
We paid for the dress and hoped back into Rosalie's convertible.
"I want your car!" Alice said distantly to Skylar while pointing at her yellow porche.
Skylar smiled, "Great! We can match! Let's go shopping for one tomorrow!"
Alice's facial expression resembled that of a three year old promised to be taken to the candy store. And of course, she squealed.
With Alice left in anticipation, we left the store and drove back home.
"Bella, dear there is something I have to tell you." Edward said as we arrived home. He looked worried and sad.
I stared at him not getting his expression, "What is it?"
"Love, Carlisle just read the paper and noticed that Charlie is…" Esme was now hugging me. This was not going to be good.
"Charlie is what!" I could feel the warm tears in my eyes.
He paused, taking in my expression and then sighed, "Charlie is dead. He died of a heart attack."
"No…" I whispered, "Charlie can't be dead."
"I'm so sorry Bella…" Edward tried to console me. I sobbed into his shirt.
"Let me see the paper." Carlisle handed it to me reluctantly.
It read:
Today at 5:00 am our towns beloved police chief, Charlie Swan, didn't show up for work. At 6:00 am he was found in his house dead. He had a phone in his hand and it seemed that he had tried to call someone until police found that he had just received a phone call from his x-wife Renee.
When questioned, Renee told the officers that she had just called to tell Charlie that yet another of his daughters had gone missing and was most likely dead. Then the line went dead.
Charlie has been heart broken sense his daughter, Isabella Swan, who recently moved to forks to live with him, went missing and her bloody shirt was found in the woods by long time friend Jacob Black. Doctors believe that the disappearance of his youngest daughter, Cidney Swan, pushed Charlie over the edge and sent him into a series of heart attacks. "His heart race increased when he heard the news and his old heart just couldn't take it." Says Dr.Williams of Forks hospital. Our reporters are currently trying to schedule an interview with Forks's top doctor Carlisle Cullen for further analysis.
There is no word on Cidney Swan's wear about but detectives are almost positive it was a kid-knapping. As for Charlie Swan, we hope he rests in piece with his diseased daughter(s).
I could feel my tears streaming down my face and I didn't care. Cidney was dead, Charlie was dead, the only one I had left was my mom and hew knew how much longer she would be alive.
I spent the rest of the night sobbing not even bothering to collect my wedding ring form Edward.
AN: I know it's short but I really wanted to go ahead and get this chapter out there. Review!!!