A/N: Sadly there will be no update this Sunday, it's my wedding anniversary and I will be spending the weekend with my husband. I aim to update on the Monday.

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Chapter 11

During our dinner, I suddenly found myself hating my heritage and their passion for food. The meal seemed to stretch on forever, course after course. Everyone around me seemed to be having a great time, but I barely touched anything that was put before me. I could still feel the eyes of guests on me, judging me, and occasionally I would hear their whispers. I just wanted to get drunk and forget it all, but Edward wouldn't even allow me that. He said I couldn't have any liquor, even though he sat beside me drinking it himself.

"You need to eat," Edward said, pushing my plate towards me.

I pushed it away. "I'm not hungry."

"You haven't eaten anything," he said, pushing it back towards me.

"That's because I'm not hungry," I growled, shoving my plate away again.

Edward sighed in frustration, muttering to himself.

"You know, I would find it easier to eat if I had a drink."

"You have a drink," he said, motioning towards my water.

I rolled my eyes at him. "I meant of the alcoholic variety."

"No, I already told you that you're not drinking, you're underage."

"You should have thought of that before you married me. Old enough to fuck, but too young to drink and on my wedding day, as well."

"Hey, watch your goddamn mouth," he snapped.

I rolled my eyes, shoving my chair back.

"Where are you going?"

"To the restroom, is that okay or do I need to ask for your permission first?"

Edward glared at me, but never responded. I straightened my dress and walked away. I weaved my way in and out of tables, making my way to the foyer. I tried to pretend that the rude comments from the guests didn't bother me, but they did. More than I was willing to admit.

When I reached the foyer, I saw one of the security guards watching me. I knew he had probably been ordered to keep an eye on me. It was most likely they all had. I saluted him and headed into the ladies restroom. I didn't actually need to use the toilet. I had only wanted to get out of that room, away from Edward. "How had things become so messed up?" I muttered, staring myself in the mirror.

Today was supposed to be the happiest day of my life, and yet I couldn't be any more miserable. I knew I was partly to blame for that fact. The dress had been a bad idea, a fucking shitty idea. Instead of making Edward angry, I had only succeeded in making myself unhappy.

"There you are," Kate said, walking into the restroom.

I glared at her. I wasn't in the mood for another bitch-fest from her.

She held her hands up in surrender. "I only came here to see if you were okay."

"Just peachy," I said sarcastically, looking back at myself in the mirror.

"Try not to let them get to you," Kate said, walking to my side and looking at herself in the mirror. She scrunched her hair, trying to give it more volume before touching up her lipstick. "They're only jealous. Half the women in there would kill to have a figure like yours."

"And the other half?"

"Would kill to have a man like yours," Kate stated, our eyes connecting in the mirror. "And the men would kill to wake up to a woman even half as good as you every day."

I turned around and smiled to her, fighting back tears. "Thank you," I whispered.

Kate pulled me into a hug, holding me tight. "You're welcome Izzy. Come on," she said, tugging me towards the door. "If you really want a drink, I'll buy you one, but only one, and if anyone asks it wasn't me, right?"

"Okay," I smiled, "but we better make it a strong one."

Kate linked arms with me and led to the bar on the opposite side of the foyer away from the ballroom. "What do you want?" she asked, as we approached the bar. I shrugged. I had no idea. I hadn't drank before. "Hmmm…" she said, thinking it over. "How about a Manhattan? I think you'll love that."

"Sure," I said, taking a seat at the bar. "How do you know so much about liquor anyway?"

Kate smiled. "Garrett takes me out a lot."

"You really like him, don't you?"

"Yeah," she said, her eyes going all dreamy. "I really do. He makes me happy." I fought the urge to gag. Obviously not as well as I thought because she pushed me and laughed. "I'm sure you will be the same with Edward."

"I wouldn't hold your breath."

"Don't be like that. He's a good guy."

I rolled my eyes. "I know, I know. Trust me. I've heard it before."

After Kate bought my drink, she went back to the ballroom to hopefully cover for me and stop Edward from looking for me. As I was sitting at the bar, sipping on my Manhattan, a man sat down on the stool beside me. I didn't bother to turn around to see who it was, but I did think his choice of seat was strange considering the bar was practically empty.

"So you're the bride," he said, causing me to turn around to look at him. "Aren't brides supposed to wear white?" He was a young man, I would say close to Edward's age. He had short light brown hair and blue eyes. He was wearing a light gray suit which led me to believe he was one of the wedding guests.

"Only if they're happy about getting married," I muttered, before taking a sip of my drink.

"And you're not?" he asked, cocking his eyebrow at me.

I felt like asking him if I looked fucking happy, but I didn't. I merely mumbled, "No."

"Is Cullen not treating you well?"

I really felt like screaming at this asshole. All I wanted was a quiet drink before I had to go back into the ballroom and face everyone. Was that too much to ask? But before I had the chance to say anything to him, Marcus approached us both.

"Is everything alright here?" he asked, glaring at the man beside me, who didn't seem in the slightest intimidated by Marcus' stares, which I found strange. I certainly would be unnerved by someone of Marcus' size scowling at me.

"Everything is fine," I said, reassuring him.

"Edward is looking for you."

I rolled my eyes, knowing that Marcus expected me to go with him. "Clearly he hasn't looked hard enough."

"Come on," Marcus said, grabbing hold of my arm. "I'll take you to him."

"Get your hands off me," I snarled, pulling free of his grasp. "I'm not going anywhere. If he wants me, he can come and find me himself. Not send his fucking lapdog."

"You heard the woman," the man beside me smirked.

Marcus growled at him and left without another word. It didn't take long for him to return with Edward, who looked extremely fucking pissed. I presumed it was because he had to come and fetch me.

"Isabella, let's go," Edward commanded, motioning with his hand for me to hurry up.

"I haven't finished my drink," I stated. I had no intention of moving.

"I don't care," Edward snapped. He grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet, marching me out of the room. He didn't slow down until we were far enough away from the bar.

"How the hell did he get in here?" he hissed, turning to Marcus.

"I have no idea."

"Get rid of him," he snapped.

I looked to the bar wondering what was going on. "Who is he?" I asked Edward.

Edward grabbed my arms, a little too roughly and glared down at me. "Don't you dare go wandering around without an escort again, do you hear me?"

I nodded, looking back to the bar. "Who is he?"

"Who bought you the drink?" he snapped.

"No one."

He arched his eyebrow, telling me he wasn't in the mood for my games. "Did he buy you that drink?"

"No."

"Then who bought it?"

"No one. I closed my eyes and made a wish and it just magically appeared."

"Cute, real fucking cute," Edward muttered. "We'll see if you're as cute later when I put you over my knee."

"You wouldn't dare," I said shocked.

"Try me," he said, walking away.

I stared after him, trying to figure out if he was being serious or not. That was the second time in the same day that he had threatened to spank me. Was that some kind of fetish of his? I wasn't sure if I wanted to find out.