Before we begin, I'd just like to thank all the people who reviewed the last chapter. I was feeling really iffy about it, cause (a) I've never written weddings before and (b) I've never even been to a wedding that wasn't a Jewish one, so I wasn't sure the chappie would turn out good. But since everyone reassured me it was, I believe you people. Now then, on to the next chapter! (Yes, I'm being good to my word here. How many authors do you know who do that?)

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Disclaimer: It's still not mine. And it's a good thing too, cause all those Summit Entertainment producers would be dead for (a) trying to change the book and (b) thinking about replacing Taylor Lautner if I were Stephenie Meyer. So, since they are all still alive, the only logical conclusion is that (sadly) I am not Stephenie Meyer.

Chapter 28 – Say 'I Do' (Alice's POV)

One month later…

I stood in front of a long mirror, turning my body this way and that, eyeing the wedding dress I wore with speculation. "I knew I should have gone with the…"

"Stop it, Alice," Rosalie said. "You look beautiful and you know it."

I sighed. "I guess you're right, Rosalie."

Bella laughed. "You guess?" She and Rosalie grabbed my elbows and spun me to face the mirror. "Look at yourself Alice. You're a vision. Jasper is going to think you are the most beautiful woman in the world."

"He already does," I pointed out.

"Well, this will just reaffirm it, then," Rosalie said.

"I guess," I said absently. I was too busy studying the woman in the mirror. She wore a long white dress with a tight bodice and full skirt. The neckline was a wide triangle, showing off most of her collarbone, but hiding her shoulders. It flowed into tight sleeves, all the way down to her wrists. The bodice had silvery laces criss-crossing across it, like a corset, and the skirt had a silvery vine design going from the bottom up. A satin bow accentuated her tiny waist. A lacy veil, held in place by a circlet of white roses, fell over her elaborately styled dark hair and her eyes glowed. "You know something? You two are right. I do look beautiful."

Bella and Rosalie laughed. "See?" Bella said. "We told you." I glowered at her. She laughed again and wrapped me in a hug.

"Careful, Bella," Rosalie said. "You don't want to ruin your dress. Alice might just kill you." Bella immediately stepped back and smoothed her hands over her dress, making sure nothing was out of place.

"Don't worry, Bella, you look fine," I said. "You both do." And it was true. Their dresses were exact replicas of mine, only in blue. Each of them wore a circlet made of bluebells to match their dresses, their bouquets, and the flowers on the groomsmen's lapels. "How's the weather looking?"

Bella looked out the window. "Still cloudy," she said. I groaned. What was I thinking, having my wedding outdoors? The weather was going to ruin it for sure.

"It's not too late to move the ceremony indoors, is it?" I asked.

"Alice, stop worrying," Rosalie told me. "Everything will be just fine. It's not going to rain and you're going to have your dream wedding. You just need to relax."

I took a deep, calming breath and nodded. My father chose that exact moment to walk into the room and say "Alice, honey, it's time."

I immediately started panicking. "Oh, god, I'm not ready for this."

Bella and Rosalie immediately grabbed my shoulders, forcing me to look at them. "Alice, listen to us. Do you love Jasper?" Bella asked.

"Of course," I said.

"And do you want to spend the rest of your life with him?" Rosalie questioned.

"Yes."

"Then you're ready," they said simultaneously.

I took a deep breath. "I'm ready," I repeated. They smiled before stuffing a bouquet of white roses into my hands. They grabbed their bouquets of bluebells before following my father and I down the stairs and out to the winding path to the garden where the ceremony would be held. Tall hedges marked the point where it began; the point where, once I passed, there was no turning back.

When we reached the path, Emmett and Edward stood waiting for us. They smiled when they saw us, and each of them reached out to take their lover's hand, pulling her to their side. We lined up in the order we would enter – Bella and Edward first, Rosalie and Emmett behind them, my father and I last – and started walking up the path. For a while, the grass crunching lightly under our footsteps was the only noise. Then we could hear the faint sounds of a harp and flutes, growing louder with every step. Finally we reached the turn in the path that would bring us in full view of the crowd. Now that we were close, I could hear that the music was the traditional march, wind light from the instruments.

"Isabella, Edward, you can start walking now. Rosalie, Emmett, wait five seconds and then follow them." Bella placed her hand lightly on Edward's arm and they started walking, turning the corner and disappearing into the open area. I heard muffled whispers as they appeared. Five seconds past and Rosalie and Emmett assumed the same position and followed Bella and Edward. More muffled whispers.

Half a minute passed, presumably giving my friends enough time to walk all the way down the aisle. The music flared, and my father pressed my hand to his arm. "I love you, Alice," he whispered.

"I love you too, dad," I whispered back. We started walking. As we rounded the corner and came into view, everyone gasped. At that same second, the clouds parted, casting a blanket of sunlight over the whole scene. I looked up and found Jasper standing underneath a canopy of roses and bluebells. The sun caused his blond hair to shine and his deep blue eyes glimmered with more adoration and trust then I had ever seen. I smiled shyly at him and his answering smile was reassuring. Slowly, my father and I began walking up the aisle. When we reached the altar, my father placed my hand in Jasper's and stepped back slowly. Our hands still interlocked, Jasper and I turned back towards the minister, who immediately began.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today in the sign of God – and in the face of this company – to join together this man and this woman in holy matrimony." The minister continued talking; preaching about how marriage was holy and should not be taken lightly for what seemed like eternity. The only part I remember was when the minister asked who gave me in marriage to Jasper. My dad had had the most proud smile on his face when he answered. I knew that as much as he never wanted to have to give me, his baby girl, away in marriage, he was happy that if he did, at least it would be Jasper, somebody he could trust to care for me always.

Finally, it came time for the vows. The minister turned to Jasper first. "Do you, Jasper Whitlock, take Alice Brandon to be your wife – to live together after God's ordinance – in the holy estate of matrimony? Will you love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, for richer, for poorer, for better, for worse, in sadness and in joy, to cherish and continually bestow upon her your heart's deepest devotion, forsaking all others, keep yourself only unto her as long as you both shall live?"

"I do," Jasper said. He squeezed my hand tightly to reaffirm his words.

The minister turned to me. "Do you, Alice Brandon, take Jasper Whitlock to be your husband – to live together after God's ordinance – in the holy estate of matrimony? Will you love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health, for richer, for poorer, for better, for worse, in sadness and in joy, to cherish and continually bestow upon him your heart's deepest devotion, forsaking all others, keep yourself only unto him as long as you both shall live?"

"I do," I said, squeezing Jasper's hand back. The minister then called upon us to present the rings. Our ring-bearer, my sister Cynthia's son, came forward with the rings. The minister patted my nephew on the head before taking the rings and resuming his prattling. Finally, he handed a ring to Jasper.

Jasper turned to me and took my left hand. "Alice Brandon," he said. "You are now consecrated to me as my wife from this day forward and I give you this ring as the pledge of my love and as the symbol of our unity and with this ring, I thee wed." Ever so gently, he slid the ring onto my finger.

The minister handed me the second ring. I took Jasper's left hand in mine, and began to speak. "Jasper Whitlock, you are now consecrated to me as my husband from this day forward and I give you this ring as the pledge of my love and as the symbol of our unity and with this ring, I thee wed." Just as gently, I slid the ring onto his finger.

"May you always share with each other the gifts of love," the minister said, beginning on the pronouncement. He continued on for another minute or two before finally saying, "And so, by the power vested in me by the State of Washington and Almighty God, I now pronounce you man and wife – and may your days be good and long upon the earth. You may kiss the bride."

Jasper and I turned to each other, our hands intertwined. Slowly, Jasper leaned in towards me and ever so gently pressed his lips to mine. I pulled my hands out from his and placed them on either side of his face, pulling him the tiniest bit closer, deepening the kiss ever so slightly. His hands found my waist, but he didn't pull me closer; he just held me tightly, silently conveying what I already knew: that he loved me and would never let me go.

After a few seconds, our lips broke apart. As our friends and families began to cheer, my hands slipped lower, wrapping around Jasper's neck and hugging him to me. His arms wrapped themselves tighter around my waist. I looked up at him, a smile on my face, and saw his answering smile stretch wide across his perfect face. "I love you, Jasper Whitlock," I whispered to him.

"I love you too, Alice Whitlock," he whispered back. "And I'm glad to know that I can trust you to keep the promises you made to me."

I thought back to the day in the willow grove, letting the memory of my promises wash over me. "And I'm glad I can trust you enough to help me keep those promises."

Jasper quickly pressed a kiss on my lips. "You heard what I said today. I'll always be here for you, Alice. Trust me when I say that I will never leave you. Ever."

"Of course I trust you," I said. And it was true. Trust was the root of what Jasper and I shared. We loved each other, of course, but in the end, love wasn't enough. We had always had our love, but we nearly lost each other because we were missing the trust. Now that we had both, we could finally be together and be happy. And as I looked up at Jasper's passion filled eyes and triumphant smile, I realized that for right now, that was all I need.

Okay, I kinda got a little fluffy with the ending there, but I just felt that it works for Alice and Jasper. They just seem to me like the couple with so much of their relationship's base rooted in trust, you know? Okay, enough nonsense. Go review!

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