33.
Flashback: Five years ago.
"Alice is so pretty", sighs my fourteen year old sister. "White looks amazing with her skin."
I wrinkle my nose. "Why do brides have to wear white at weddings?" I ask. "Aren't weddings supposed to be happy days blah blah blah? Why can't a woman wear some colour?"
Rose sighs once more, "It's tradition. It's supposed to be this way."
Today's the day Jasper and Alice finally get married.
I'm the best man.
Rose is a flower girl.
~X~
"I'm a married woman!" exclaims Alice as I congratulate her and Jasper. They just had their first dance as man and wife.
Jazz chuckles,"You're mine forever."
"I already was", his new wife answers dreamily.
I make a time-out sign. "Too much PDA, guys", I say jokingly. "It's getting too sickeningly sweet."
Jazz tilts his head towards Rose. "We'll say the same thing to him at his wedding", he says.
"When do you plan to settle down, anyway, Edward?" questions Rosalie seriously. "I want some nieces and nephews and I want 'em soon."
"It's not gonna happen", I say. "I'm not the marrying type."
Alice and Rose look positively horrified. "Edward!" they say in unison.
"You don't mean that", scolds Alice.
Rose pokes a finger into my chest. "He doesn't", she says. "He'll change his mind when meets the right girl."
Gosh. My sister's such a romantic. All those mushy novels are getting to her head.
"Your soul mate is out there, somewhere", sings Jasper. "You just gotta look for her."
"Not you too?" I turn to him with my hands placed on my sides. "Isn't that the same song you wrote in high school?"
We used to be in a band. I was the guitarist. Jazz, the lead singer and two other guys were with us as well.
"Yeah", he nods.
A waiter passes by us and the three of us adults take the glasses of champagne. "To Alice and Jasper Whitlock", I say, clinking a fork against the glass.
"To Alice and Jasper", echoes the whole hall.
See? Bribing me with reviews does work! More flashbacks, tears, giggles and silliness comin' up.