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I woke up from a dream where an earthquake was. But, as I opened my eyes, I realized why I was dreaming that. Sylvia was shaking my shoulder.

"Morning. Didn't you put your alarm up last night?" she wondered.

My eyes widened. "What hour is it?" I asked agitated, sitting up. "Good morning," I added yawning.

"It's after eight. When do you start?"

"Nine, but I have to hurry. Thanks."

"I'll make breakfast!" I heard her shout after me as I sprinted to the bathroom.

The rest of the morning was a blur as I grabbed a quick breakfast, the paper with the store's address before I left. I dropped Sylvia home before pressing the gas pedal to make it to work in time. Which it didn't, I was late.

No one seemed to mind, and when I expressed my worry to my office colleagues, they told me it wasn't a problem. Unless I had been late an hour or so, besides the boss wasn't around. Yay.

On my lunch break, I decided to call Edward since he hadn't called at all. Was he that busy?

"Hello?"

"Oh, I didn't mean to call you, Dad," I said, wondering why I pressed his name when I should have called Edward.

"You didn't." He chuckled. "It's Edward's phone."

"And what are you doing with it?" This was confusing. What was he doing in Port Angeles?

"I dropped by to help Esme with something since her husband is still at the hospital and couldn't come home. Guess who I found here?" he joked.

"I know, Dad. I'd be there too if it wasn't for work." I sighed. "Can you put Edward on?"

"Afraid I can't."

"Why's that?" I groaned.

"He's not feeling really well," he explained. "I think he's sleeping."

"What happened?" I asked worried. What had my idiot done now?

"Of what Esme told me, he ate too much ice cream…"

I groaned loudly. "I told him not to eat all of it. How is he?"

"Could be worse, but he acts like he's dying. Oh look, he's here," Charlie told me and I could almost hear him smile.

There was a loud grunt and a huff before I heard Edward's voice. "Hi, Bella," he mumbled.

"Well, hello to you too. I thought you died when you didn't call me back," I told him annoyed.

"I'm sorry, Bella, but I was quite, uh, busy."

"Busy? Eating ice cream?"

"You told her!" he shouted. "Well, you shouldn't have, Charlie."

"Hey, I'm right here!" I reminded him.

"Yeah, I know. Can't believe your dad told you. If you must know…I've been busy…in the toilet."

"Oh no. I'm so sorry. But remember, that I told you not to eat too much."

"Yeah, yeah. Mom. What did you do?" he asked, changing the subject.

I summed up my day with Sylvia and told him about going to see the dress.

"Alone?" he asked worried. "Can't you wait a few days so I'd be there?"

"Not really. I want to do something to make me feel I'm getting married."

"I know how you feel. You should see all the plans Mom has here. It's crazy."

"I'm sure," I agreed, knowing how Esme had been with the other weddings.

"Hey, you can…if you want…you know…ask Liz to go with you," Edward suggested tentatively.

"I hadn't thought of that. I'll see. I have to go, my break is over," I whispered. "I hope you'll feel better."

"Yeah, I'm better, believe me."

"That's good. I love you."

"Love you too."

The day passed quickly after that and by the time I had to go, I decided to call Liz because I wasn't sure if I could do it alone. I needed someone there. Even her. I gave her directions and was to meet in front of the store at six.

David's Bridal store came into view and I pulled the car on a street close by. Liz was in front of the store, waiting.

"Hello. Sorry for the delay. Traffic," I said, greeting her.

"Oh, it's okay. And hello." She smiled, catching me in a hug. I had to get used to those. "I'm honored you asked me to accompany you."

"I really didn't want to do it alone," I explained. And you were the only person available, I continued in my head. "Let's go," I said on a shaky voice.

"Nervous?" she asked, chuckling.

"You have no idea. Actually, I have no idea what I'm doing," I rectified, shaking my head.

"I hadn't realized what was going on around me until I walked into the church," she confessed. "I wasn't nervous, not one bit. I got dressed and all that like any other day then, when I stepped inside the church and saw Edward…I felt faint and I was shaking like a leaf. My father was worried I'd faint."

"That's how I usually work too. Like with my thesis," I said, laughing. "I thought everyone was crazy with how they were studying. Edward ignored me for a week, focused on his paper. When the big day came for me…I wasn't so brave."

A woman in her early thirties greeted us, stopping our conversation. The more she talked, the more I started hyperventilating. It was sinking in. I was buying a dress for my wedding.

"Bella!" I heard Liz exclaiming, but I saw only dark spots then my knees buckled and everything went black.

When I opened my eyes again, I found her and the saleslady hovering over me.

"Are you okay, sweetie?" Liz asked worried.

I was on a soft couch, I think. "I think so," I murmured.

"Here, some water." The saleslady offered me.

"Thank you." I gratefully downed the glass. I had been overwhelmed by my realization. I hadn't fainted in a very long time and never like this…so sudden.

"Do you need anything else?"

"No." I shook my head. "I have here…the name of the dress I want," I explained, fishing for my crumpled paper.

As the saleslady took the note from my hand, I caught her name tag. Betty. Good to know in case I had to call her.

She smiled at me. "I'm going to look for it. What size should it be? And do you have a back up dress in case you don't like this one?"

"I found some on the site…but didn't think to write the names," I admitted. "Size…I'm not sure what size. I don't own many dresses." I felt my cheeks turning red.

Betty smiled and told me to follow her so she could measure me. I got up and Liz wrapped her arm around my waist, probably afraid I'd fall again. We followed Betty through a side door.

"Hmm, 4 should do it, but I'll bring a 6, just in case," Betty said to herself, throwing the tape measure away. "Wait here." She gestured to a few chairs.

"Are you really okay, Bella?"

"Yes. I don't know what happened," I told Liz.

"Did you eat and drink today?"

"Besides a small breakfast, no. And I drank some water at work."

"You have to eat," Liz almost chided me.

"I know, but I seem to do only that since I moved here. I used to have ten at clothes and now I have twelve," I mumbled. "But you're to blame too," I told her with a grin. "That delicious food you make."

"That means you mastered a way to keep Edward away from it?" she teased.

I laughed. "Sometimes, other times he is very generous."

"Don't worry about the weight, you're young and can always lose it quickly. But not too quickly, mind you."

"Yes, I was thinking of going to the gym or something, but I can't find the time."

Betty returned with the dresses. "Which one first?"

"The six size," I told her, not really ready to embarrass myself when the zipper didn't go up.

She smiled. "Come after me."

Being in a hurry this morning, I hadn't thought of wearing nice underwear. My bra was tattered and I was positive there was a small hole in my panties. Betty didn't seem to mind I had such horrid underwear.

As I slipped into the dress and felt her zipping me up, there was a strange feeling coursing through me. I was wearing a weeding gown. Perhaps the one I'd take home.

My throat closed up and my eyes filled with tears as I tried to push away the emotions.

"Let's go and show your mom the dress," Betty said softly.

"She's not my Mom," I explained, sniffing. I fanned a hand over my eyes as I blinked quickly. I didn't want to cry. I wasn't that kind of girl.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"It's okay," I whispered and after taking a huge gulp of air, I smiled at her.

She opened the door and we stepped into the room Liz was waiting. She looked shocked at me.

"Oh, you look so beautiful, Bella."

I gave her a half smile and turned to the mirror. There was a girl I didn't recognize. The dress was a perfect fit around her curves, her brown hair was falling from her loose ponytail and her eyes were puffy and red.

"Wow," I mumbled, gazing at myself. I couldn't recognize myself.

"You just need some shoes. Shall I show you some?" Betty asked.

I nodded, not taking my eyes of my reflection. In that moment, I wanted Mom next to me. I wanted to share this with her. It should have been her next to me, not Liz.

"Uh, gonna call Renee," I mumbled to Liz as I grabbed my purse.

"Hi, Bella!" Mom answered on second ring.

"Hey, Mom," I whispered, fighting the tears.

"Are you okay sweetie? Did something happen?" she asked worried.

"Mom," I choked out. "I'm…" wearing the dress. I couldn't talk.

"You're what? Bella, talk to me. Did Edward do something?"

I sniffed, running the heel of my palm under my nose. "The dress," I managed to say.

"What dress?" There was a pause while she processed the information. "You're shopping for the gown?"

"I'm wearing it," I admitted. "It's the one I want. I'm sure."

"What number is it?" she asked. I could hear the happiness in her voice.

"What number?" I echoed, confused, brushing my tears away from my cheeks.

"Dress number…" Mom hinted.

"Oh, it's the first one. I looked it up last night and this was the one I chose," I explained just as I saw Betty returning with a few pairs of sandals. My eye strained on one pair.

"Ah, the advantages of the Internet, but try others too," she insisted. "You may change your mind."

"Not likely. And I think I just found the shoes too. Well, sandals," I told her giddily, taking the pair from Betty. "I have to go, Mom. If I buy it today, I promise to put the webcam on tonight so you can see it."

"Okay. I can't wait to see you." I could hear that she was about to cry so I said goodbye and promised to talk to her tonight.

The sandals were delicate and went perfectly with the dress. And the heel was only three inches tall – I wasn't going to fall.

Betty suggested some earring, but I was reluctant until Liz whispered to me to look because that didn't cost. Of course, I looked and loved them.

"Oh, a veil. You need a veil," Liz shouted suddenly.

"Oh, nothing too big or…" I started shaking my head.

"I have the perfect thing," Betty calmed me.

She brought me a few, but they were half the price of the dress. The one I liked, although I wasn't sure about the whole veil thing, was $ 150.

After some talking and pleading, we had a deal and Betty helped me out of my clothes before going to ring them up.

"All I wanted was to look at the dress," I told Liz while we waited for Betty.

"This means you are decided in everything you want. It's a very good thing," she told me, hugging me to her side. "Do you have where to keep it hidden?"

I rolled my eyes. "Please! I don't believe in that."

"Ah, not a traditional girl, are you?" she teased me.

"All I want is the something old, something blue, something blah blah thing," I told her seriously.

"That's a total of $ 675 dollars," Betty told me, putting everything in a huge bag with the name of the store on it.

My hand shook as I gave her my card. I knew I should have been happy because other girls would pay much more on the dress alone but all these. Although, I still thought it was too much. Especially the veil. It was more than the shoes, for God's sake!

As we left the store, Liz asked if I had food. I didn't, of course. I hadn't been home to cook.

"No, I don't, but please don't-"

"Nonsense. You're coming with me," she insisted.

"Actually, you're coming with me," I pointed out. "I'm driving."

"Fair point, well made."

I unlocked the car and pushed the bag in the back seat before sitting behind the wheel. Liz stepped in, buckling herself. I kept staring at the masculine sign from the steering wheel, but my thoughts were far away.

"Anytime you're ready."

My head shot up and I gave her a smile. "Sorry, I zoned out."

"Understandable. You marry only once, or so is the saying."

"I hope it's just this once," I told her amused. "Not like I could do it again, besides…"

"We both know how much my boy loves you," she said quietly.

It was rare when she used such terms to describe Edward, but every time it happened, her voice broke and she looked like she was in pain. Now was no different, even worse. She burst in tears.

My eyes widened and I felt helpless. What should I do? Pat her back? Tell her everything was going to be okay? Lie?

"I'm sorry," Liz said after a few minutes, but she was still crying violently. "Does it make me a horrible person that only a part of me regrets Edward was ripped from us? I'm extremely grateful for everything Esme and Carlisle did for him. We would have never been able to give him half of those things."

"Don't say that," I whispered, reaching for her hand.

"I'm still waiting for the moment he'll finally step out of our lives because that moment will come."

"No, it won't," I reassured her. "Edward wouldn't do that. He wants to be friends and build a relationship with you two. I know that what happened will always float like a heavy cloud above you, but try to see the bright side. Edward could have simply ignored you. I'm really sorry for saying this, but if I were him…I would have done that," I admitted, and it felt so good to let my feelings out.

"I would have done it too, Bella. He's too good, too forgiving."

I offered her my packet of paper tissues. "Yes, he is pretty amazing. At first, he didn't want this as you know, but then he talked with Esme and suddenly he was talking about you and how he wanted to move here and I must admit I was worried. It turned out, I didn't have a reason to worry."

Liz gave me a watery smile and caught me in a hug. "You're the amazing one, Bella. You have no idea how happy I am that he found someone so loving and understanding as you. Even though I have no right, I am proud of him. Of what he became," she said softly.

"You have every right to be. After all, you are the one that gave birth to him."

She laughed. "Oh, don't remind me. As fussy as he was inside me, I thought he'd create havoc but contrary, he was always so quiet and obedient."

"I'd love to hear more about that," I told her with a huge grin on my face. Just the imagine of a small Edward made my heart swell.

Liz agreed eagerly as I started the car and drove to her house.

"The car's cleaner than the last time I saw it," she commented.

I laughed despite myself. "Our friend, Sylvia, had it while we were in Seattle. I guess she took pity on us and cleaned it. I can't wait to see Edward's reaction."

"I'm sure he'll be happy."

"I'm not sure. Last time I cleaned the interior was in college and he told me he wouldn't be able to find anything. Ungrateful little…" I trailed off, biting my lip.

"Oh, don't hold back because of me," she said amused. "You'll just have to learn to get over his tantrums. That's how men are, trust me."

Uh...Edward returns next chapter. He's okay - just a big baby.

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