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Chapter 9

"You can't go out there wearing that," Kate protested.

I looked down at my dress, pretending not to know what she was talking about. I had hoped to avoid this drama. I had planned to be alone in the church dressing room, but Kate had insisted on coming with me and no amount of talking was going to change her mind. At least, I had managed to convince Esme and Rosalie not to join us. "It's just a dress."

"I don't care what you call it. It's disrespectful. Do you realize how many made men are sitting in the church, and you plan on walking out there dressed like a whore? What the hell were you thinking, picking a dress like that? What the hell is Edward going to think? Dad would be so disappointed in you right now. You were brought up better than this."

"One, I don't care what Edward thinks and two, dad lost the right to an opinion the second he disowned me."

Kate shook her head, clearly frustrated. "He didn't disown you. Now you're just being childish."

I glared at her. I hated being called childish. "Yeah, well, where the hell is he? If he didn't disown me, where is he!?" I shouted, throwing my hands up in the air.

"He's taking care of stuff," she mumbled.

"Stuff!?" I roared. "Stuff that's more important than his own daughter's fucking wedding?"

Kate glared at me, but refused to answer.

There was a knock at the door, startling us both. Garrett popped his ugly head in. "Is everything alright in here?" he asked, looking from Kate to me. His eyes widened in horror as he looked down at my dress.

"No," Kate huffed. "As you can clearly see, everything is not alright in here. Go and get Edward."

"No!" I screamed. "Don't you fucking dare." But he never listened to me. He glanced at Kate, nodded his head, and left.

"Happy now!?" I roared. "You fucking meddling bitch. Tell me, why the hell did you even come here?"

Kate marched over to me, getting right in my face. "I came here to see my little sister get married. I just hadn't realized what a spoiled little brat she had become."

I slapped her hard across the face. I was fed up being called a spoiled brat. Everyone was so unwilling to see things from my point of view, but I bet things would be different if they were in my shoes.

"You fucking little bitch!" Kate roared, as she grabbed my hair and pulled it hard.

I screamed as a jolt of pain shot through my head. I grabbed her hair and pulled it equally as hard. I smiled when I heard her cry out in pain, but the satisfaction was short-lived when she stomped on my foot. "My fucking shoes!" I roared as I swung my foot to kick her, but it never reached her. A set of strong arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me away from her. I saw Garrett pull Kate away at the same time.

Edward shoved me up against the wall, pinning me in place. He looked furious, but I wasn't sure what he was madder about the dress or the fact that he had just caught me fighting. "What the fuck is that?" he asked, after several minutes of silence. I stared up at him, still trying to catch my breath. I wasn't sure if it would be a good idea to answer him. "Did you honestly think it would be a good idea to show up to our wedding, dressed like a whore!?" he shouted. "You're supposed to wear white and dress modestly, like the virgin that you are, not some cheap whore that I picked up on a street corner."

Cheap? I scoffed to myself. There was nothing cheap about me. I was wearing a hand stitched Italian wedding dress that had cost him over twenty grand and that wasn't including accessories. So there certainly wasn't anything cheap about me, and as for being a whore, he'd be lucky if he ever saw my legs spread. If he did, it certainly wouldn't be for him. "I'm sorry," I said when my breathing finally evened out. "I thought you said we were attending a funeral, not a wedding. I guess I must have misheard you."

Edward took me by surprise, slapping me hard across the face. I stared up at him in shock as I clutched my jaw, willing myself not to cry.

He stared at me for several minutes before he grunted in frustration and walked away. "I don't know how much more of this bullshit I can put up with," he said, sinking into a chair. "Is this it? Is this how you plan to be for the rest of our lives?"

I should have known better than to open my mouth, but I couldn't help myself. "This is it!" I shouted. "This is who I am. Maybe if you can't handle me then we should call the whole thing off."

Edward looked up at me and smirked. "Oh, I can handle you, don't you worry your little head about that. You just lack discipline. Maybe I should put you over my knee and spank you until you learn some."

I glared at him. "Don't you fucking dare." I had no idea if he was being serious or not, but there was no way I wasn't going down without a fight.

I glanced over at Kate. She was standing, cuddled into Garrett, staring at me with a look of sheer disgust on her face. I glared at her. She had no right to look at me like this. This was all her fucking fault. Things wouldn't have been as bad if she didn't show up.

Edward got off the seat and came over to me, roughly grabbing my face and forcing me to look at him. "You're gonna go fix your hair and makeup. Then, you are gonna go out there and we are gonna get married, whether you like it or not. You can walk around the rest of the day wearing that dress. We'll see how clever you feel when every man in the room is eye fucking you. We'll see if you enjoy feeling like a whore in that slutty dress."

I stared at him speechless, unsure what to say. I guess in my mind, I had been hoping that once he saw the dress he would call the wedding off. I had never expected him to actually let me wear the dress. I wasn't sure how I felt about parading about in it all day.

"Five minutes," Edward said, looking down at his watch. "If you are not out there by then I am coming in here to drag your sorry ass down the aisle myself."

I sighed, taking a seat at the mirror. I guess I was getting married after-all.