Chapter 15: Engagement (revised)

A/N: Sorry, I kinda "unleashed my imagination" on this one, but then again, the rest of it is so realistic… deal with it.

**Engagement**

Jake and Nessie were driven in the limo on the scenic route through Seattle and over to West Seattle. Driving down beach drive, the city twinkled like an enchanted city. The silver clouds were given a rose hue from the passing of the sun, but all of the beauty was wasted since they hadn't removed their lips from each other until the driver pulled to a stop in front of a restaurant named Salty's.

The driver after opening a door handed Jacob a card which read, 'Your reservation is under Jacob Black, love Alice.'

The waterfront restaurant was crowded as usual, but upon saying his name to the hostess she directed them to a private room that seemed to float on the water. Jacob slipped a bill to her and she smiled and left.

"Did you see the way she practically raped you with her eyes?" Renesmee said with a sneer at the retreating hostess.

"No, because I only have eyes for you."

"Oh, the cheese." Nessie said laughing, "I love it."

"I love you."

"As, I love you." she said blushing.

Jacob held Renesmee's chair as she sat at the table. "You're so beautiful."

"Why thank you Mr. Black, you are very charming this evening."

"As are you Miss Cullen."

The server entered with a white napkin over his arm and asked, "May I offer you cocktails?"

Nessie lowered her lashes as color rose to her cheeks. My adorable little Nessie and her dirty little mind, Jake thought to himself completely bewitched by this enchantress.

"Well both have Sex on the Beach please." He said in his most serious tone, not chancing to look at Renesmee, knowing she would make him start laughing, then they would both look like juveniles.

"Very good sir."

"May I also go ahead and order two rare steaks, pink and bloody, would be perfect," Jacob added.

The server raised his eyebrow but noted it without otherwise breaking his mask. Bowing he left the room to the two barely composed lovers.

When he was out of ear shot she couldn't contain herself any longer, "Jake you're horrible, I swear you made me wet when you ordered drinks, but after that, I'm completely soaked." She whispered, blushing.

"Dear, please, behave yourself," Jacob said, feigning the shock and horror he attempted to portray.

A violinist appeared playing beautifully, Jacob offered his hand, and would you like to dance Mademoiselle? We have music this time." His devilish smile continued her arousal, which Jacob was keen on.

They swayed to the music until their drinks arrived.

The rosy color was Renesmee's favorite part of this drink. "Pretty colors," she said mimicking the way she used to speak.

"Pretty colors for my pretty Nessie," Jake said smiling and handing her the beverage. "Everything pretty for my pretty Nessie," at that moment four servers started to file into the room each carrying dozen red roses. "Pretty roses for my Nessie, and a pretty trinket for my pretty Nessie," he cooed, pulling the small box from his breast pocket.

Nessie recognized the color immediately knowing it was from Tiffany's. She was thrilled when she opened them and saw the gorgeous studs. She was too shocked to be disappointed that they weren't her engagement ring. They were beautiful.

"Four dozen roses for my beautiful Nessie to go with her four carat diamond studs; two for each, beautiful, ear," he said kissing her ears on both sides before she put them on.

After screwing the backs on, they danced kissing to the beautiful violin music.

They lost themselves in the ecstasy of each other until their meal arrived.

Jacob was the perfect gentleman taking care of every possible thing she may like during dinner and ended the date with a chaste kiss on her doorstep.

The next weekend followed the same procession, limo, dinner, violinist, three dozen roses with a three carat diamond pendant. Jacob had to pretend not to notice the slight disappointment that it wasn't her ring, but how could she be disappointed at receiving diamonds. He smiled and kissed her and danced the evening away.

The third weekend followed the same as the previous two: limo diner, violinist but this time in a restaurant he had closed for the evening. She was sure that this was the night, but as the evening wore on she was presented with two dozen roses and her two carat tennis bracelet. She had no words, Jacob was wooing her. How could anyone be anything but completely overwhelmed at such a display of affection.

Jacob and Renesmee had their succession of three dates in which he presented her with her glorious presents before the fourth spectacular date, the engagement dinner.

Four weeks after their first date, Jacob arrived at Renesmee's dorm in the evening looking quite normal, which had her puzzled. She was dressed in a cute little satin number and was just a little miffed at why he was so underdressed.

"Are we going to a Mariners game?" She asked sarcastically, coming down the stairs.

"Nope." He said and smiled her favorite Jacob smile, proving to her that it didn't matter if he had shown up in his favorite sweats, she loved him.

Nessie stopped short as she exited the house because of the stretch limo that was poised outside her door with the driver awaiting them with the door open.

"After you my dear," he pointed to her, "bye ladies." He called out waiving to the house where there were girls at the door, and throughout the house looking from the windows. He laughed to himself, so nosy. They enjoyed vintage Dom Perignan, as the driver took them to the air strip at Boeing field.

Red carpet stretched out in front of them to the steps of a Learjet.

"Alice can go so overboard." Renesmee said rolling her eyes.

"Actually this one is all me. So, sorry for being so overboard, but this is only going to happen once in an eternity, figured I should be thorough… of course, Alice helped." He smiled his crooked smile for her.

A gentleman serenaded them with a violin on board as they had more drinks and talked of random things.

"So we are actually going somewhere right? This isn't the actual date is it?" Nessie asked after it had been about three hours of flying.

"Mademoiselle, if you would come with me please," a woman with a French accent said coming from the rear part of the plane. Jake smiled, and said, "See you soon."

Nessie was beyond shocked as she was given a full body massage, a manicure and pedicure, her hair styled, and she was fitted into an amazing gown. All this took in the rear part of the cabin screened off by a red velvet curtain. When the pilot announced the final approach, she was ready.

She was led through the plane to the exit doors but did not see Jacob until she reached the steps. He was there waiting with a dozen red roses at the end of another red carpet.

He waited for her more dazzling then she had ever seen him. Fashion models would weep, celebrities would attempt the impossible and try to mimic what they would have seen if they had beheld Jacob Black this night; he was gleaming, from his perfect haircut to his polished shoe that peeped under the perfectly tailored Valentino suit.

Renesmee Cullen was equally as glorious, thanks in part to her own beautiful self and also to the talented crew in the back of the plane.

She descended the staircase in a Vintage Valentino Red gown. The sleeveless gown's neckline plunged down to the waist, (and was very carefully taped into place). As she took each step slowly, Jacob was able to appreciate in fullness the black thigh-high stockings and t-strap heels, since the front of the flowing gown opened fully up the front to her upper thigh.

Her hair in a tight up-do was the perfect display for her diamond studs and lovely pendant she had received, accented nicely by the diamond tennis bracelet and shiny black clutch she carried in the same hand. Her face was glowing in purity and besides very light makeup, her lips were blood red.

Jacob's breath caught in his throat. She smiled as she approached and whispered "Breathe baby," kissing him gently on the lips.

"Hello Miss Cullen."

"Good evening Mr. Black." she smiled, "Where are we?" she whispered looking around noticing how bright the day was, causing her skin to glow in its subtle magnificence. Another limousine pulled up; a shorter black Rolls Royce instead of a stretch Cadillac.

"Signora, se non vi despiace" the gentleman said holding the door.

Renesmee's eyes lit up, "Grazie" she replied, thanking the gentleman, "We're in ITALY?" she exclaimed quietly once in the limousine.

"Milan," Jake clarified.

Reaching their destination, they walked magnificently into a plain building and were led to a table in a peculiarly dark room with dim lights scattered along the walls. It was a huge room to be so dark and empty feeling...

Renesmee was seated and Jacob sat with her. The lights flashed on and suddenly she was able to see the room was full and they were in fact seated at the head of a runway. Music began and immediately a show began.

The look on Nessie's face was as though she were a kid in a candy store, she clapped and laughed and was so enthralled with everything she saw realizing she was in front of a Valentino fashion show.

The fanfare had captured Renesmee's attention until she was approached by someone, "signora, if you please, would follow me."

Jacob rose and offered her his arm, and she followed. They were led back stage and before she knew what was happening she was being led by Jacob down the runway.

Realizing where she was, she owned it and put on her best, most glamorous strut. This was better than being a princess.

The crowd clapped and the flashes were almost blinding. As she reached the end of the runway the music stopped and a spotlight was trained on their very spot. Turning to look at Jake, he lowered to one knee. It was now that the color drained from her face.

Jacob was given a microphone.

"Renesmee Carlie Cullen, I will love you forever until I die, you are the air I breathe, you are my will to live, and my whole universe revolves around you. Will you do me the unspeakable honor of becoming my wife?" he said. Giving the microphone back, he took a box from his tux and opened it.

It was the most beautiful, brilliant diamond Renesmee had ever seen, and it was BIG. Just one stone, one big stone in a Tiffany's setting.

Tears sprung to her eyes. All of this was for her? How could he be so ridiculous?

"Yes. I will," she cried.

The crowd cheered and camera's continued to flash as Jake slid the ring onto her finger.

Jacob stood up and scooped her up in his arms kissing her deliciously. Renesmee, flushed with excitement, looked glorious.

The lights rose and music played softly as she was led down stairs on the side of the runway down a path that led to a stretch table where her entire Cullen family was sitting and clapping.

"Oh my god Daddy!" she cried. Renesmee was showered in congratulations and hugs and kisses as she was passed around the table.

"Momma," she cried, "I can't believe this! Aunties! Really, what did you do?" She laughed and cried.

"Don't look at us, this was Jake's idea."

Looking up at her love that had never left her side she smiled and kissed him. "How are you so special and how is it that you want me forever? How did I get so lucky?"

Renesmee looked down at her hand and was dazzled herself. She had everything she could ever want.

~Enter the Villain~

There was nothing as hard as going back to normal school life after that night, but her father insisted that she shouldn't get too far behind with her school. This was her first time through college and she should make it a good first time. She was easily the talk of the freshman class having gotten engaged to the hottest guy on campus, and such an amazing ring. How was all this possible. Everyone wanted to know who these people were. Two months had flown by and there was so much to be done, before the wedding.

"Oh my god Shell, I still can't believe it. I mean, how is it that I have someone so wonderful, so amazing, and so completely mine?" Nessie gushed one evening after class while they were up in their room.

"Nessie, I am really glad for you." She said.

"Shell, what's the matter, you've been really distant." Renesmee said shuffling around the room, "I mean is it because of that first night, 'cause if it is, I'm really,"

"Shhh. Don't. …Don't say sorry." Rochelle said putting her fingers up to Nessie's lips. She moved her fingers and went toward her dresser, "Its no big deal, we got wasted, we were having fun. No worries." She said and shrugged it off, but Renesmee knew there was something different about her, something was eating her.

The phone rang and Shell jumped, looked at the ID and excused herself from the room.

"What?" Shell said angry answering the phone.

'Have I caught you at an inconvenient time?' the voice on the other end asked.

"Oh, sorry." Shell hushed herself, checked the hallways quickly and exited the house before speaking again. "What are you doing, you know better than to call me!"

'Well, since I haven't heard from you I was worried, I figured I would check in since something prevented you from doing so.' The voice said.

Rochelle walked down to the street corner and hopped onto a bus that was passing by.

"You know how well they can hear; when you called I was in the room with her."

'Well I trust you took precautions before taking this call.'

"Yes, its okay now, I'm on a bus going to god knows where." Rochelle said exasperated.

'Well, I'm not god, but I could certainly find out if you like.'

Rochelle remained silent.

'So tell me, is there news of an engagement yet?'

Rochelle felt very uncomfortable now, but was pressed to answer the question. "Yes."

'Is the date set?'

"I don't know. I think so."

'It won't be a grand production like Milan?' the voice dripped with sarcasm.

"No, I think she said it will be small, at their house, I think."

'Are you certain?'

"Well that what she was gushing about earlier, when I left, so yea, I guess I'm certain."

'Very well done, well just be prepared." The voice commanded.

The click on the line told Rochelle that the caller had hung up the phone. "Sick freak," she murmured to herself, but there was no way out of dealing with him. Getting off the next stop, Rochelle returned back to the house on foot. Running upstairs, she grabbed her toiletry bag and went to the bathroom.

Stupid freak, she murmured to herself again in the stall, putting eye drops in her eyes followed by contacts. She put some different drops on her wrists, her neck, swallowed a liquid pill and sprayed behind herself although she hadn't used the toilet. Checking the mirror on her way out, she approved and went back to her room, arranging her features.

"Hey you okay?" Nessie asked puzzled.

"Yea, fine. Just my stupid little brother, he wants to come visit, I told him to get lost."

"Really, that's sad." Nessie said and cast her look down to her books.

"No what's sad is the stupid little shmuck is always hittin me up for cash. That's what's sad. He's eighteen. I'm not funding his habit. Shit, I'm in school to try to make a way for myself." Shell said flouncing on the bed and opening one of her books. "You studying?" she asked flipping the pages.

"Yeah, no." Nessie said clearly guilty, "I'm looking over the seating arrangement for the reception."

"You're gonna fail every class this quarter," Shell teased, "So where am I sitting?" she said and flounced herself onto Nessie's bed.

Renesmee was embarrassed because she hadn't really invited her. "Well where do you wanna sit, by hot boys here," she said indicating the table of wolves, "over here with the hot girls," pointing to the tables that would be having the Denali's, "or over here with normal boring people?"

"I'll sit with the boring people, the last thing I need is to start a riot at your wedding Ness, besides, and I'm trying to stay outta trouble. Trouble is boring and …," Shell trailed off, a tremor shook through to her shoulders displaying her disgust. "What can I say, you've reformed me. Maybe one day I'll settle down like you."

Renesmee smiled and glowed, writing in Rochelle's name on the list. "The wedding is in two weeks," she murmured to her roommate.

Rochelle hopped back to her bed, "wow, that's fast," she said grabbing her phone sending a text to someone. "My brother wanted to know when winter break is…" Two weeks, she murmured, and threw the phone down. Stupid brother, suppose there's nothing that can be done about it. I guess he learned from me…"

"That's too sad, Shell, but maybe he'll learn something good from you too." She said making notations on the sheet.

"You're getting married during the break?" Rochelle asked.

"Yeah," she said lighting up with a sigh, "It's really romantic, he's taking me to Paris for our honeymoon, then we'll be back by the beginning of the next quarter."

"That's sweet, Ness. Hey, I'm getting food from the kitchen, you want anything?"

"No thanks." She said with a smile and continued her noting.

Rochelle left the house again and taking the same precautions as before, that is to say getting on a bus, she placed a phone call.

'Yes,' the creepy voice said on the end of the line.

"The wedding is in two weeks, I'll be there. The honey moon is in Paris." She said and hung up the phone.

Ugh, freak, Rochelle said to herself getting off the bus and jogging back home.