DON'T KILL ME!!!! I'm really really sorry I haven't updated in a while. Live's just been busier than I thought. But I promise to make it up to you guys. How does Bella and Edward's wedding, the last chapter of A Different Kind of World (*cries*), and the first version of the boys' version (*perks up*) sound? Well, you're getting all of it this weekend, so be happy!

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And without further ado.... chapter 29, Bella and Edward's wedding!

Chapter 29 – Til Death Do Us Part (Bella's POV)

One month later…

The big day was finally here. In just one short hour, I would no longer be Isabella Swan. Instead, I would be Isabella Masen. The idea flooded me with joy, even though I was trembling with nerves.

"How are you feeling, Bella?" asked Rosalie. "You look really pale." She and Rosalie stood over me, worried looks on their faces. We were in Mrs. Masen's bedroom, waiting for my father to come and get us so we could head downstairs and to the meadow.

"I'm just nervous, that's all," I said. "You both look really beautiful," I added as an afterthought, trying to distract them. Their dresses were silver, high-necked, tight through the sleeves and bodice with flowing skirts. Each of them wore a different colored circlet of wildflowers, handpicked from my and Edward's meadow that morning. Rosalie's was purple, to set off her eyes, while Alice's was yellow, to stand out against her dark hair. The whole look was very simple, yet very elegant. I knew their husbands would approve.

"Thank you, Bella, though, honestly, nobody is going to be looking at us, not while you're in the room," said Alice. I sighed, even though I knew she was right. My dress was cut exactly like theirs: same high neck, same tight bodice and sleeves, same flowing skirt. Mine was also more embellished. Tiny pearls were sown into the front of the bodice and silver sparkles created a curling pattern across the skirt. My hair hung loosely down my back, covered to just below my shoulders with a nearly sheer lace veil, held in place by five white roses pined at the front. On each side of the roses was a silver hair comb, a gift from my parents. Blue sapphires were clustered atop the teeth, forming intricate flower patterns.

"I still can't believe it's really happening," I mused, half to myself, half to Alice and Rosalie. "I mean, ten months ago, we had just met Emmett, Jasper, and Edward, and now look at us. You both are married and I'm about to be as well. Where did all the time go?"

"That's a very good question, Bella," Rosalie said. "I've asked myself that a couple of times, to be honest. So, so much has changed since that first ball. More than we could have ever imagined."

"Do either of you regret any of the decisions you made?" Alice wondered.

"I do," said Rosalie. "I regret ever even thinking that Royce could be the man for me. I belong with Emmett and no one else. I can't believe I was foolish enough to think that anyone else could take his place. I almost let him go."

"I know what you mean, Rosalie. I regret not trusting Edward when he said he loved me," I replied. "If I had believed him, I would never have almost lost him." I looked over at Alice. "What about you, Alice? Do you have any regrets?"

"I regret not fighting harder against my parents' decision," Alice sighed. "Knowing I had to let go of Jasper was agonizing. I thought I would never feel the same way I felt with him again, that I would never truly be able to love again. But by some miracle, I am."

"We are all very fortunate, aren't we?" I asked. "I mean, we have loving families, loving friends, loving husbands, and most importantly, we have each other. We have everything we could ever ask for and more."

"You're right, Bella," Alice agreed. "We are lucky."

"It's true," Rosalie added. "We all wound up getting our happy ending. How many people can truly say they got theirs?"

"How many indeed?" I mused quietly as my father entered the room.

"Bella, honey, it's time," my father said. "Are you all ready?"

"I just need my bouquet," I said.

"Here," Alice said, stuffing a frothy white bouquet into my hands. The scent of roses, freesias, orange blossoms, and lilacs instantly enveloped me in a calming cloud. I brought the bouquet closer to my nose and inhaled deeper, picking out a fifth fragrance, so subtle that no one else would notice. I smiled. Unbeknownst to Alice and Rosalie, I had picked a few of the soft white wildflowers from my and Edward's meadow when I had been picking flowers for their circlets and had slid them into my bouquet. I knew Alice would never approve, which is why I had done it in secret.

I looked over at Alice and Rosalie to make sure they were ready too. They stood side by side, their circlets in their hair and their bouquets in their hands. "I'm ready," I said. We walked down the stairs and outside, where we found Emmett and Jasper waiting. They smiled in approval when they saw Alice and Rosalie. Together, the six of us started down the path to the meadow. When we were about three quarters of the way there, we stopped. We could hear Esme playing the piano, an unfamiliar tune. The music morphed right then into a traditional march, surrounded by a flood of embellishments.

"Rosalie, Emmett, that's your cue," my father said. Rosalie placed her hand on Emmett's arm and they started walking. Half a minute later, Alice and Jasper followed them. I heard the sound of people whispering as one couple entered the meadow, then the other. My father and I waited until we could hear the second round of whispering before walking closer to the meadow. "I love you, Bells," my father said as he placed my hand on his arm.

"I love you too, father," I answered. The music trilled as I spoke and my father and I began to walk. As soon as we appeared in the clearing, people started to whisper and I felt a familiar blush color my face. My eyes roved over the masses of flowers and people, searching for the one person who mattered most to me in this moment.

I found him at the farthest edge of the meadow, waiting under a canopy of flowers and leaves. My breath caught in my throat as I took in the sight before me. Never before had I seen Edward look so handsome. In that moment, he reminded me of Adonis, the Greek god. His eyes roved over me, then he looked up and met my gaze, an exultant and loving smile blossoming on his face. I felt light-headed; it was only my father's grip on mine that kept me from running down the aisle to him.

Thankfully, the aisle was short. Edward stood before me, waiting, his hand out. My father took my hand and gently placed it in his. As soon as I felt his familiar touch, I was at home. Together, we turned to face Carlisle.

"Dearly beloved," Carlisle began. "We are gathered together here in the sign of God – and in the face of this company – to join together this man and this woman in holy matrimony." He continued on, reading the vows we had heard so many times before. "Who gives this woman in marriage to this man?" he asked.

"Her family and friends gathered here today do," my father answered, speaking the traditional line said by every father who had ever given their daughter in marriage.

Carlisle nodded slightly and continued with the ceremony, finally reaching the vows. Carlisle turned to Edward first. "Do you, Edward Masen, take Isabella Swan 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," Edward said, his voice ringing clear and victorious.

Carlisle turned to face me. "Do you, Isabella Swan, take Edward Masen 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 managed to choke out, my voice no more than an unintelligible whisper.

Carlisle then called forward the ring bearer, who happened to be his and Esme's son. He brought Carlisle the rings. Carlisle took them and turned back to Edward and I. He handed one to Edward, who turned to me and took my left hand in his. "Isabella Swan," 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." He slid the ring onto my finger.

Carlisle handed me the other ring and I turned back to Edward. "Edward Masen," I said, "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." I slid the ring onto his finger and we turned back to Carlisle, who began on the pronouncement.

After a minute, Carlisle said, "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." Edward took my face in his hands, holding it gently, like it was one of the many delicate white petals that fluttered above our heads and fell around us. He leaned in slowly and gently pressed his lips to mine. My arms snaked up, wrapping around his neck, as his moved lower and wrapped around my waist.

Too soon, our lips broke apart. As our family and friends started to cheer, Edward leaned his forehead against mine, a victorious smile on his face. "I love you, Isabella Masen," he whispered to me.

"I love you too, Edward Masen," I whispered.

Edward smiled wider and quickly kissed my lips. "That's why we're here," he whispered.

I nodded in agreement and smiled. "That's why we're here."

There. All three of Twilight's golden couples are as good as together. So there's no reason to hate me anymore, is there?

Final chappie tomorrow, if you guys review. If you don't, you're waiting til next Saturday. SO REVIEW!!!! I DON'T WANT TO HAVE TO BE MEAN!!! BUT I WILL BE IF YOU DON'T REVIEW!!!

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