Rosalie
3 weeks later
"I can't believe it." I squealed to Esme. "I'm getting married TODAY!" Esme smiled at me. "I'm so happy for you dear. And you look beautiful." She complemented as she bustled around me, getting everything in place and making sure my hair was nice and tight in its bun. "I'm so excited." I squealed again. I started jumping up and down.
"Calm down dear or you'll mess it all up and we'll have to start again." Esme instructed. I sighed and kept still while she perfected every last inch of me. Emmett always said to me that I never needed perfecting, that I was already as gorgeous as I was going to get.
And I always believed him. But after looking in the mirror at me in my dress I thought there might be one exception. I heard Carlisle's soft footsteps on the stairs and suddenly he was at the door. "It's time," He smiled "Edward's just about to start."
And, as if that was the cue, Edward started playing the wedding march on the piano downstairs. I walked over to Carlisle quickly and joined arms with him. And slowly we made our way down the stairs to my husband. The room was overflowing with flowers and ribbons. White ribbons tied with white roses linked themselves over the ceiling and bouquets of white roses were scattered around the room in vases and on tables or just one rose in some people's hands.
As I was taking it all in at first I didn't notice the tall, dark-haired god waiting to marry me at the end of the aisle. It wasn't until me and Carlisle reached the end that I realized just how stunning Emmett looked in a suit. He turned to face me just as my hand reached out for his. He took and looked me in the eye and smiled.