A/N: I skip some things…important things…in this chapter. I might go back sometime and write it as a missing scene, but not right now… just saying

Disclaimer: Twilight and all its characters belongs to Stephenie Meyer

I ran my fingers through my hair, fussing over it. It looked totally awful. Why couldn't I have waited to cut it?

I slid my hands down the sides of my dress, smoothing out the white layers.

"It looks great," Rosalie assured me, smoothing her own black dress. Her blonde hair was piled on her head except for two curled pieces on either side.

"I told you it'd look amazing," Bella added. Her brunette hair hung around her shoulders and fell just to her mid-back. Renesmee sat in her arms with her bronze hair up in a tiny bun and her pink dress matching the flowers in the basket she was holding.

"You think Jasper will like it?" I asked worriedly, turning to my sisters.

"He won't be able to take his eyes off you," Rosalie said.

"Did you see her?" I whispered. They both knew who I was referring to.

Rosalie winced. "Uh…I saw someone but I'm not sure it was her."

Bella shrugged. "I wasn't looking."

I groaned. "How pretty is she?"

Rosalie bit her lip. "Not that pretty?"

Before I could respond, my dad, Carlisle, appeared in the doorway. "You look lovely, Alice."

"Thanks Dad," I said, smiling.

"Is it time?" Bella asked, shifting Renesmee.

Dad nodded. "Everyone's seated and Edward's waiting for his cue."

"C'mon Renesmee," Bella murmured, standing Renesmee on the ground and holding her hand. She would walk down with Nessie and then come back and go down the aisle as a bridesmaid.

After Bella, Rosalie went down the aisle. Then it was time for Dad and me.

"Ready?" Dad asked, holding out his arm. I took a deep breath and nodded, taking the arm.

Jasper's arms were wrapped tightly around my waist; my arms were around his neck. We moved together to the slow music.

"You look so…perfect," Jasper whispered. I smiled.

"So do you."

I had seen Kate, ruining some of my self-esteem permanently. She was blonde, tall, and gorgeous. She said hi to Jasper and smiled and congratulated me. She was actually kind of nice. I felt bad about hating her.

"Alice!"

I looked up in surprise. Rosalie was rushing at me, a huge grin on her face. I let go of Jasper and turned to her. "What's up?"

"I think I might be pregnant!"

I squealed and hugged Rosalie. "You better be." I pulled back. "What'd Emmy Bear say?"

Rosalie laughed. "He picked me up and spun me around."

"Have you told Mom and Dad?"

"No, I saw you first." She looked around. "Oh! There they are!" She took off again.

"You'll never get to experience that," Jasper muttered.

I rolled my eyes and turned back to him. "So?"

"Alice, maybe you should reconsider-"

"No! You promised," I hissed.

"I still will, but if you want to change your mind-"

"I won't," I assured him.

Jasper's arms came around me again and he sighed. "Why do we always talk about this at weddings?"

I laughed. "I have no idea." Jasper chuckled. "So, do you like my dress?"

"It's the most stunning dress I've ever seen. Where'd you get it?"

"Well…Rosalie's designer friend had it made, but I sketched it."

Jasper stopped and pushed me back a little. His eyes showed his disbelief. "You designed it?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I saw it in a vision and I thought it was so beautiful."

"That's amazing."

"Thanks."

Jasper pulled me back into his arms. "You manage to surprise me still?"

"Let's see if I still can after what…fifty years?"

"You're on."

I think, by mutual silent agreement, we weren't going to talk about or think about the Volturi until the time came closer.

"Are we waiting until after the honeymoon?" I asked with a smirk.

Jasper pursed his lips. "I think that what you're planning is so much better than hearing your screams of pain."

"The day after we get back. Promise me."

"I promise Alice, I'll do it the day after we back." He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, hiding his emotion from me.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

"Don't be. It's my fault for ever getting involved with you. I had to know this would happen eventually."

I stood up on the tips of my toes. Jasper closed the remaining distance, pressing his lips to mine. I kissed him deeply, since that was allowed now.

He pulled back first. His eyes were no longer hard and distant. I could always seem to call him back from his self-hate.

"I'm shocked Maria didn't show her face," Jasper muttered.

"You thought she was going to come?" I asked in surprise.

He laughed humorlessly. "I wouldn't put it past her."

"Well I'm glad you were wrong."

"So am I."

What I didn't tell him was that deep down, I had been wondering the same thing. I always worried about Maria making a reappearance. I knew she would at some point. Knowing what I did about her, I also wouldn't put it past her to come and crash our wedding. Especially with all the bitterness and hate I knew she had for not only me, but Jasper too.