AN: sorry that the last chapter was so short. I wanted to get everyone introduced. I assure you this one will be better. R&R please! =)

Chapter Two: Extravagant

I returned to my hotel room, exhausted, and realized that it was 4:30. I had an hour and a half to get ready. I dashed to my closet to retrieve my dress and accessories from the shopping bag. I pulled out the dress and marveled at it for a while before I went to go lay it out gingerly across my bed. I grabbed my make-up bag and went to the rather large bathroom and sat in a swirly chair in front of the mirror.

I plugged in my hair curler next to the sink and dumped out the contents of my bag onto the pearly counter. I put my hair back so I could start on my makeup. I wanted to look extra gorgeous tonight because Edward would be there. I lathered on my base and prepared to wait while it dried a little. After a minute I applied my powder and my silvery eye shadow; it was very subtle. I next did my mascara and eye-liner, then put half my hair down so I could begin to curl it. I checked the clock and it was 5:07. I freaked out at this and, once again being my own clumsy self, grabbed the curling iron by the wrong end and scorched my hand. I shrieked rather loudly in agony and stuck it under the flowing cold water. After internally scolding my self, I began to curl the bottom half of my hair. It only took a minute, and I let the other half down and began on that. It was 5:30.

After finishing my hair, I ran to my bed and began to change into my dress. Right when I was in the middle of gently sliding it over my head, I heard a knock on the door. My heart accelerated at the thought of it being Edward, and I ran to go answer it."Edward? Is that you?" I asked through the door.

"Yes. Can I come in?" He asked back.

"Um, I'm not entirely dressed, so wait a moment, please." I admitted, blushing deeply.

"Oh, I'll wait." I reached behind my back and tried to zip my dress up, and after a moment of struggle, I got it. After I checked that my hair was in decent order, I opened the door to let Edward in. when I saw him standing there my heart nearly stopped.

He was clad in a dashing black suit that contrasted well with his white skin, and it accented his golden eyes. I ogled some more and then my thoughts became coherent.

"Edward....you look really nice." I told him, not entirely speaking the truth. If I had, I would have gone into much more detail.

"I could say just the same about you. But I'm not going to go into detail—I might embarrass myself." He added with a grin.

"Thank you. Would you like to come in? I just have to get on my shoes and my necklace, and then we can go."

"That's fine. I'm in no rush." He stepped in and sat on the bed. I went back to the closet to get my shoes and sat down next to him while I put them on. He was watching my hands.

"What happened?" He asked me in a lightly concerned tone as he reached out and stroked my red hand. The iciness of his skin was soothing against the burn.

"Oh, I was in a hurry earlier and I accidentally grabbed the wrong end of my curling iron." I looked back at the memory and winced at remembering the pain. To my surprise, Edward chuckled.

"I thought I heard a scream on my way up here." He said with a smirk.

"Well, that was probably me." I said. I walked over to the dresser and picked up my rose necklace. It was silver with a small line of diamonds on one of the petals on the left side.

"Could you help me put this on, Edward?" I asked him while I walked over to where he was sitting, but he stood up and came to me instead. I handed the necklace to him and he gently placed the cool pendant around my neck; his cold fingers lingered on my collarbone as he untwisted the chain, and they trailed up my shoulders where they came to rest on the nape of my neck as he closed the clasp. I shuddered with pleasure at his touch, and he spun me around to face him. His eyes were burning with longing as he gazed at my face, and I gazed back at him, trying to rule out his impossible perfection.

His hand slid down my arm and grasped my hand. Even though his hands were cold, they left a trail of fire on my skin.

"Are you ready?" He asked me after a minute.

"Yes." I breathed. My mind was a little incoherent. He smiled at me, but behind his eyes I could detect a faint trace of a war going on in his head.

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We arrived at the ballroom where the wedding would be held, and to be honest, it was a little too fancy for my taste. I exchanged a look with Edward, and he apparently thought the same thing.

We walked, hand in hand, to the doors where our names were checked off from a list and we were allowed to enter. If I thought the outside was fancy, the inside was worse; much, much worse. On the ceiling there was a detailed painting of angels circled around a garden, and I looked between the faces of the angels and Edward's face, and found little difference. There was a fountain in the middle of the room that was filled with brilliantly colored fish and rainbow rocks. The tables surrounding the fountain were covered in arrays of different foods. They ranged from assorted meats, to fruit and vegetable trays, to brightly frosted desserts. The lights were dim, and the walls were a midnight blue color; the effect made it look like nighttime. The floor was wooden, and an Alter draped with white roses was near the back, and it was surrounded with chairs. I checked my phone for the time: 6:03. We were right on time.

Everyone was scattered around the room, talking and mingling with each other. Edward and I walked casually around the room, talking only amongst ourselves. An announcer called out a while later that the service would begin shortly, and for us to take our seats. We traveled with the group, sitting near the back. Jason was standing at the Alter. The music started and I watched my sister enter the room, and she looked dazzling.

Her long brown hair was piled gently on top of her head and a gauzy veil was draped over her face. The veil didn't entirely block out the penetrating ice blue of her eyes, so they seemed to glow in the darkness. Her dress was lacy and silver, it looked 1800s-ish. Our father was at her side, but he didn't even glance at me. We didn't get along well. He placed her hand in his and they said their vows as according. As they kissed passionately, I looked away. When they dashed down the aisle, everyone around us erupted into cheers. The crowd slowly dispersed and the rumbling stomachs drove some people to the food-filled tables. I was drawn to the brightly colored cookies, and I started to walk that was when a strong hand grabbed my waist. I looked back and Edward was pulling me back. He leaned down to whisper something into my ear.

"Do you think we can go sit down somewhere private? I have something to tell you." His sweet-smelling breath tickled my ear and I nodded. He towed me across he room and we sat down in the corner.

"Bella, don't be afraid of me after I tell you my story. It might frighten you, but if I want to continue to be with you, you must know." He started in a hushed tone. I was curious to see what he was talking about, "Bella, I'm a—" He got cut off when a loud buzzing sounded and I looked over to see that the other half of the room was engulfed in flames.