Chapter 20
Ok, I thought it was the best day of my life. And it was, up until the reception.
Everything was going great. The food was delicious, the guests were content and I was on a cloud. This couldn't be happening. I had just married Edward Cullen. I would have happily died then. My life felt complete. Little did I know that I might get my wish.
Edward and I were sitting together at an ornate table in the center of the room with his family and Charlie. I remembered sitting down and noticing an amazing smell. I reached out to take a bite out of whatever smelled so delicious only to find Edward in front of me holding me back.
"You really won't be a happy camper if you eat your father Bella." He smiled slightly but I could see the seriousness in his eyes. I took a breath to get control and sat down in my chair. Edward took his place next to me and held my hand half in comfort half in restraint. It was probably his hand that kept me from jumping across the table and drinking up Charlie's life at times. I took another calming breath and turned back to the small stage that had been erected near the arch. Alice was approaching the stage with her graceful lope to make a quick speech and introduce the band.
She took her spot and started talking in her melodious voice. I don't remember what she said; I was still in the clouds. I didn't even notice she had stopped talking until I felt Edward's hand tighten on mine. I looked at him in concern and saw his face was set in lines of worry.
I turned my attention to the stage and saw Alice had collapsed. She was kneeling on the stage and staring just over my head with a vacant look in her eyes. Edwards hand tightened even more.
"Edward, what's wrong?" I began tentatively.
"Bella we need to get Charlie out of here." He said tensely.
"Why, what happened?" I asked worried.
Alice croaked from behind me, "The Volturi are coming."