I just wanted to thank all that checked out this story. I'm going to tell you here and now that I will, probably, not update on a daily/weekly basis. It really all just depends on how busy I am with working, cross country practice, and how much I want to write. Just wanted to let you guys know.

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The next five months were all devoted to Alice helping me plan my wedding. My wedding.Who would've ever thought of me muttering those words? In college, Alice always said that if I kept working has hard as I was I would end up a workaholic with a bunch of cats at home to keep me company. Well, so far I'm not a workaholic and have no cats.

I was sleeping peacefully in my bed until I heard the cry of my cell phone going off. I had two options at this point. One, ignore the ringing and go back to sleep only to have the ringing continue and possibly have whoever it was calling barge into my room and wake me up. Two, I get reluctantly out of bed and answer the phone resulting in no coming into my bedroom, waking me up, and pissing me off. I would love to pick option two, but that meant getting out of bed, ruefully waking me up at this ungodly hour in the morning. Option three, wait five more minutes to answer phone.

After the five minutes were up, I was wide awake. Alice had called nonstop for five minutes. I'm going to kill Alice when she I see her.

"What is it, Alice?" I spoke roughly into the phone.

"Don't get mad at me. It was you who wanted to wake up at this hour to go shopping," She replied.

"And why would I want to go shopping. Especially at seven thirty in the morning?"

"Because you're getting married," Alice lightly whispered back.

I immediately perked up. Today was the day that Alice and I had chosen to go shopping for wedding dresses.

"I'll meet you down stairs in five minutes," I hurriedly said and snapped the phone shut.

Three minutes later I was out the door and into Alice's car heading to the mall.

"I swear, if I didn't know you better I would have said that you were on something," Alice remarked.

"Oh, just shut up and drive," I replied.

In practically no time at all we were at the store.

Alice and I walked in to soon be met with the rest of my bridal party, Rosalie and Angela. After I had hung up with Alice, I called the others and asked them to meet me here. At first they didn't want to come and were mad at me for waking them up, but once I muttered the words 'dress shopping' they screamed and hung up on me. Who knew that if you needed someone to wake up just say you're going wedding dress shopping and they'll be there.

Rosalie and I had met at an old job I had. We hit it off right away. She was an Italian bombshell, and I was just Italian. My boss was her cousin and offering an internship to get her started. When I introduced Rosalie to Alice, I swear it was like love at first sight. They became friends faster than the speed of light.

I met Angela in college. She was my quiet friend. It was nice to have someone to study with that doesn't talk one hundred miles per hour. After college Angela and I had stayed in touch. Now that I was getting married, how could I not have her there?

"Okay, ladies," Alice said rubbing her hands together, "lets get started."

We practically tore the store apart. Dress after dress was thrown at me, people asking me what I thought of it. While looking around I came upon a fairly nice dress. It was A-line shaped with a beaded lace bust. It looked like it would be very form fitting on the top then flared out into a chapel length train.

"Oh, no, honey," Alice yelled from the other side of the store. I turned around to look for her, but I couldn't find her anywhere. All of a sudden she was by my side. She touched the fabric and then looked at me like I had grown eyes all over my body and they were all looking at her. "Bella, this is taffeta. You're only aloud to wear it once in your life. If you lived in to eighties. I'm not going to let you wear a white prom dress to your wedding. No." Alice grabbed my hand pulling me to the dressing room.

"Alice, I haven't seen anything that I wanted to try on yet." Alice threw that comment back at me and hung dresses on the back of the door.

"Try 'em on and then come out." Then I was alone with at least five dresses. Might as well get this over with.

The first one I put on was a typical strapless, A-line dress with a chapel train that was made with satin that swept to the waist and hip where it gathered on the left side of the dress. The bust had metallic beaded embroidered lace. The beading continued down the left side and along the back. The back was a lace up with split lace appliqués. I walked out of the dressing room to the showroom where everyone was sitting.

"That's a nice dress," Rosalie complemented and Angela agreed with her.

Alice studied the dress with a critical eye. She walked around the stool I was standing on to get a full idea of the dress.

"Hmmm." Alice puckered her lips. "I agree, it is a nice dress, but is it to poufy?" I looked at her confused. She sided, "It's somewhat ball gown poufy. It might be difficult to move in at the reception."

"Thank you, Alice, for your critical view of the dress. It's a maybe." I got down and went back to the dressing room dungeon.

The next dress was a nightmare. It was another satin A-line dress with a cathedral train. Also similar to the first dress, this one had a beaded embroidered metallic bodice but it had a lot more of it. The bodice was almost covered from my next to my stomach of the silver shiny stuff. The beading lined the hem of the dress and down the back. When I resumed my post in front of my bridesmaids, they were all quiet.

"Just give me a yes or no," I said after a few minutes of silence. "I don't like it."

"Then that's a no for me," Rose stated bluntly.

"It's a no for me, too," said Angela.

The three of us turned our heads to Alice. She just stared wide-eyed and me; more like the dress.

"Alice, what's your vote?"

She sucked in a big breath the let out one of the funniest phrases ever. "MY EYES! Take it away. My eyes burn." She even added to the hilarity by covering her eyes as if they actually hurt. I just laughed my head off back to the dressing room.

As I slipped of the second dress, I looked at the others on the hangers. I decided on the non-satin dress. It was a chiffon material that just felt like heaven to the touch. The bodice was draped fabric the centered around an embroidered bead pattern of flowers on the vine. The beading encircled the top of the bodice and rapped around the back down the lace up.

I took a deep breath and walked out to my friends. As I rounded the corner, I saw Angela start to tear up. Gosh, you're going to make me cry. I looked at myself in the mirror. The sweep train was just the right length.

"Wow," was that Rose said.

"It's perfect," Alice added.

"This is it. This is the one," I finished.

Angela just gasped. I could see through the mirror she had light trails of tears staining her cheeks.

"It's glamorous without being too over the top," Alice summed up.

By the time I left the front room to go back to dressed, we were all in tears.

At dinner, just like when I told Alice I was engaged, the girls all toasted me; Rosalie giving the speech this time.

"To Bella; Congratulations on getting one step closer to being a married woman. Looks like Alice and I have to find a new wing woman now." With that said we all clinked our glasses and had a good laugh.

Hope you like this chapter. Again if you want to check out the dresses, they're on my profile. If they don't work, please let me know and I'll try and fix them as soon as I can. I'm not the greatest person at a computer desk, but I do get by.

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