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BPOV

I opened my eyes to find myself still dancing with Cullen. He held me close as we twirled around gracefully. He was doing most of the work and I was following along, concentrating on staying on my feet. As I gazed up into his eyes, I couldn't seem to hate him. In fact, I felt happy to be in his arms, and something else I couldn't recognize.

I let my eyes wander all over his face and body. He was looking positively dashing in a black tux that contrasted beautifully with his pale skin. All his toned muscle was hinted at underneath his clothes. I could feel the strength and power in his body as he practically carried me around the dance floor.

I looked back up to his perfect face and smiled at him. Suddenly, I realized that Tanya wasn't here. I glanced around in a panic and noticed Alice, Rose, Jasper, and Emmett all smiling at me from around the dance floor. Tanya was nowhere in sight.

"Is something wrong, my love?" My love? Who the hell does he think he is?

My mind protested, but my body didn't listen.

"Absolutely nothing," I heard myself respond. "Everything is perfect. I love you."

I was screaming at my body to let go of him and get the hell out of there; again to no avail. I couldn't believe what was happening.

He leaned his head down to touch his forehead to mine as he replied, "I love you, too. So much. Forever."

As he spoke the words, two things happened simultaneously. The song stopped playing, sending the room into silence. At the same time, he closed the minimal space between us and pressed his lips to mine.

His lips molded softly to mine as sparks of passion and love passed between us. It was the best feeling in the world, and my mind couldn't even bring itself to protest. Even with our bodies pressed together tightly, it still wasn't enough contact. I put more force into the kiss, deepening it, hoping to satisfy my cravings. It would never be enough.

He finally broke the kiss when we both started to run out of breath. My whole body was tingling from the fire that filled me with that kiss.

"I love you," he repeated in a whisper as he hugged me tight against his chest.

"Mr. and Mrs. Edward Cullen!" I heard a voice call on a microphone. The room filled with cheers and clapping and I automatically smiled at Edward as my mind tried to make sense of what had just been said. I was still in a daze after that kiss.

The same voice spoke once again. "Would the rest of the bridal party please join the happy couple on the dance floor for this next song?"

This was a wedding reception? For my wedding? I glanced down at my body and saw myself dressed in a beautiful, flowing white wedding gown.

It all suddenly clicked into place. No no NO! This couldn't be happening! Finally in control of my body, I broke free from him and made a dash for the door as the guests gasped. I had barely made it out the doors when he caught me by the arm and looked at me with alarm.

I looked back with panicked eyes as my vision began to lose focus and black out around the edges. I could distantly see his lips moving, but my ears were ringing and I couldn't hear anything. I felt myself sway slightly before I finally lost myself in the blackness and collapsed.

I woke with a start. I shot up in my bed quickly, shook my head and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes.

I was still in shock from the dream and couldn't quite manage to make sense of anything. I glanced at the clock; wondering what time it was. Five-thirty. Ugh.

I had hoped to get a nice, long and restful night's sleep after the late night. No such luck. That lovely dream had ruined all my chances of ever falling asleep again. I didn't even feel at all rested; my sleep must have been light and plagued with the emotional turmoil of the dream.

I groaned. Cullen could even disrupt my Olympics in my sleep. I was eternally grateful to the 'Olympic gods' for not scheduling any of my races today.

My thoughts drifted back to my dream. I was still disgusted at the idea of being married to Cullen. I couldn't even stand his snobbish attitude for a few minutes, let alone the rest of my life. It couldn't mean anything. After all, it was only a dream. If anything, it reinforced my hatred of him. It was all okay. We would both continue our separate ways.

Feeling assuaged by this thought, I decided that I should grab some breakfast. Even feeling at peace, I was still afraid of what I might see if I closed my eyes. I'd just have to drink plenty of coffee today.

I finally dragged myself out of bed and threw on some sweats. I didn't want to attract any attention while simply getting breakfast. I ran a brush through my hair and grabbed my ipod. I put on some energetic music to help wake me up before heading out the door.

I made my way downstairs and headed out of the hotel and across the street to a little café. I went for an instant kick as I ordered an espresso and a couple scones. I took them to a table by the window. I took a sip of the espresso, cringing slightly at the bitter taste as I gazed out the window.

The street was foggy and the sky gray, typical British weather. I hoped the sun would come out later; it would make my day much more pleasant.

I finished the espresso and ate one of the scones. I went back up to the counter, going for flavor this time. I took my mocha back to my table and grabbed a newspaper.

I would have to watch Jasper today; he had the preliminaries for his first race. As another swimmer I could get into all the races for free, as long as I sat in the designated viewing area.

I glanced down at the newspaper's front page. One headline jumped out at me: OLYMPIC STAR REFUSES COACH'S DEMANDS.

Underneath the bold headline was a picture of Edward Cullen in the Parade of Nations. I glanced down at the article, a few lines jumping out at me.

'Despite his coach's requests to stay home during the Opening Ceremony of the Olympics and the Parade of Nations, swimmer Edward Cullen attended the event last night.'

'Is this the end of Cullen's career?'

'Is he becoming too cocky?'

'Will this rebellious attitude be Cullen's downfall?'

'Edward Cullen needs to get his act in line if he expects to remain competitive in these Olympics.'

This article was completely bashing him for one decision he made. I almost felt sorry for Cullen for having to face this article. I wondered who his coach was and how much truth was in the article. His coach may not have even been too upset at the decision.

Articles like this were exactly why I tried to avoid the public spotlight. The higher the pedestal, the farther the fall. I preferred to not be as famous or well-known as others but still have my privacy. I could swim for myself rather than for the media's attention or pleasure.

I finished my coffee and scones before deciding to head back to the hotel room. Alice and Rosalie would be getting up before long to prepare for the day. Neither of them competed today, but they always wanted to look in pristine condition. We were all going to head to the pool complex to watch Jasper.

I headed out of the café as more people began to come in. It was definitely time for me to leave. More people meant more chances to be recognized. I was too tired to listen to someone gush about how awesome they thought I was. These people barely even know me. All they know are my swimming times and a few basic facts.

I loved swimming, but once I retired I wanted to be remembered for something different. I wanted to leave the mark of Bella Swan as the person, not just another swimmer. I wanted to do something that truly conveyed the real me.

Aside from swimming I had always shared a passion for reading. English had always been my favorite subject. I hoped that maybe, after swimming, I could become a writer. I wasn't sure if I wanted to be an author or work for a newspaper or magazine, but I did know I wanted to write.

As much as I enjoyed fantasizing about the future, however, I needed to focus on the present. Swimming was my first priority right now; especially this week.

More traffic now filled the street, so instead of attempting to walk straight across to the hotel, I walked down the street a bit to a crosswalk. I looked around me again as I waited for the light to switch to the little green man so I could cross. It was starting to hit me again. I was really in London. Here. This city I'd dreamed of visiting for most of my life. And I was really in the Olympics.

It felt like all my dreams were coming true. I was on such a high right now and I never wanted to come down from it. I didn't even know if I'd win any gold medals, but at this moment, I was perfectly happy and content. No matter what happened here, I would come out of it feeling like everything was perfect.

The light changed and I walked across the street and back to my hotel. I was feeling much more awake and, after making it to my room, decided to get ready for the day.

I put on some music again as I put on some jeans and a Team USA jacket. It was still just a bit after seven and Jasper's race wasn't until two in the afternoon. They had put most of the day's races in the afternoon or evening to allow the athletes who attended the ceremony some time to recover.

Even if Alice and Rose were probably awake, Jasper and Emmett would still be sleeping. Rather than wake them up by knocking on their doors, I decided to spend some more time reading.

I lost myself once again in Pride and Prejudice and three hours quickly slipped by.

Now that it was after ten, I knew everyone would be awake and just about ready to leave. I grabbed my bag with all my supplies in it and headed across the hall to Alice and Jasper's room.

I knocked on the door and was almost immediately greeted by a chirping Alice.

"Good morning, Bella! You ready to watch Jazz?"

"Of course I'm ready, Alice. Shall we go get Rose and Emmett and head out?" I already knew the answer to this question, of course, but I figured it couldn't hurt to make sure.

"Yep, we're all set! Let's go grab some food and head over to the pool! I'm so excited!" Alice was literally bouncing around as she joined me in the hall and danced over to Rose and Emmett's room.

All we had to do was knock on their door once before Rose and Emmett both walked right out of their room.

"To the pool!" shouted Emmett. He was clearly excited.

We all headed out of the building, chatting aimlessly. We stopped at a little sandwich shop on the way to the pool. All of us except Jasper bought sandwiches and ate them as we walked. Jasper had eaten a big breakfast to prepare for the race so he didn't have to eat at any time near the start of his race.

Before long we were at the pool and had to part ways with Jasper. He headed off to put on a swimsuit and jump into the warm-up pool as we headed to find our seats. We were all in the special designated seating area. Rose and I could always sit there since we both participated in aquatic sports. Alice and Emmett got to sit there as people close to a participating athlete. Emmett's intimidating size probably had something to do with it as well, not to mention Alice's persuasive abilities.

We talked and watched the other races as we passed the time until it was Jasper's turn. The Americans seemed to be doing fairly well. Most of our swimmers were making it to the semifinals. After a couple hours Jasper finally came out onto the deck.

He was still wearing his warm-ups and was listening to his ipod. He briefly looked up at us and gave Alice a smile before sitting down. He closed his eyes and a look of intense concentration spread over his face.

After another half-hour, it was nearly Jasper's time. He took off his warm-ups and gave Alice a nice view of him in his skin-tight suit.

Before long they announced the first heat of the preliminaries. No one particularly impressive was in this heat. They finished quickly, and it was now Jasper's turn to race in the second heat.

He slowly approached the blocks and stood next to his in lane four. After the signal to mount the blocks, he climbed up and shook out his arms to stay loose.

"Take your mark."

Jasper crouched down, gripping the front edge of the blocks in the traditional form.

"Set."

He tensed up on the blocks as all of us in the stands tensed up as well, anxious to see how Jasper would fare.

The pool was dead silent in that instant as everyone waited for the race to start.

BEEP! The tone sounded, and everyone dove off the blocks as the race began.

The next chapter, number four is where I jump into the mix as Edward!