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[A/N] Welcome to a brand new chapter. Thanks to everyone who took the time to leave a comment. I love hearing your thoughts on my project. Some of you seem to really start hating on Lucy. Let's see how you feel about the new characters in this chapter.

Today's update is dedicated to SOFisticated and Dangerous3Lover.

**11**

Emmett Hale was a guy who had always known exactly who he was and what he wanted to be in life. But things had been shattered irrevocably for him. From the outside he was still the very same happy-go-lucky person, he used to be. Inside, though, where no one could take a closer look things looked differently.

"This is the last time, we're stopping." He stated, killing the engine of his car. "How often can someone need to pee?"

Bella sighed and stepped out, stretching her legs. She hadn't slept well last night and getting up early hadn't helped either.

"Maybe we could eat something here as well." She suggested. "Resha, sweetie, are you hungry?"

The girl nodded. "Can we have fries?"

Emmett laughed. "Fries are the only thing at places like this that you can actually eat, kiddo. Always remember that."

Bella wasn't too keen on letting her daughter eat junk food but she was too tired and too hungry herself now to mind. Five minutes later, she was nibbling half-heartedly on an awful cheeseburger. She should have taken the fries too, like Emmett and Resha.

"This wedding is a joke." Emmett mumbled, stuffing a few ketchup-covered fries in his mouth. Since he had stopped training regularly his weight had gone up several pounds. Still, he was far from being fat. Being a tall guy had its advantages. "Rosie is going to regret it."

Bella took another bite from her burger. "Did you tell her that?"

"Of course, but Rose doesn't listen to me because she's a stupid bitch sometimes."

"Emmett said a bad word." Resha reproached. "Mommy what's a bitch? I know you are not allowed to say that but what does it mean?"

"Nothing," Bella snapped, giving Emmett who was sitting across from her a dirty look. She hated it when he used this kind of language in front of the child. "Do you want to go to the restrooms with me?"

"Don't have to." The girl mumbled, slurping on her milkshake.

"If she blows in the car, you'll pay for it." Emmett warned Bella. Then, he cleared his throat and sighed. "Can't you talk to Rose? I mean you and her do this girly talk crap all the time."

"Don't say crap when Resha can hear you, okay?" Bella told him. "I've told Rosalie she should give herself more time, but she's stubborn." And your mother isn't actually helping things either, she added silently in her head.

"Don't get me wrong. Carlisle is an alright guy." Emmett said, swirling one of the fries on his plate around in the puddle of ketchup. "But he's too old for my sis. This is kind of like fucking a grandpa."

Bella sighed. "Resha, go and wash your hands, sweetie? Okay."

She watched her daughter walk off towards the restrooms before she turned to Emmett. "What part of not talking like that when Resha is around is too much for your brain to grasp it?"

"I'm just saying it like it is." He stated with a smirk on his face. "Can you picture Rose and the Doc getting it on? That's so wrong."

Bella didn't want to imagine Carlisle making love to Rosalie. The thought was not only gross but also stirred some completely ridiculous waves of jealousy inside of her. It was weird because Rosalie had been with so many boyfriends since she and Bella had graduated school. Never before had Bella cared about any of them. Maybe she hadn't cared because none of them had truly meant anything to Rosalie.

With Carlisle it was different. Rosalie had agreed to marry him. There had to be deeper feelings involved.

Deep down in her stomach Bella could sense an unfamiliar discomfort. She didn't like that she was jealous. In her head, she also knew it was not appropriate to feel jealous of Carlisle. Technically, she didn't even have a right to feel that way. The only problem was that her heart didn't seem to get it.

Back in the car, it took about fifteen minutes until Resha started fidgeting around in the backseat. "Mommy, I'm going to be sick."

"Don't let her puke inside the car, Bella." Emmett called out, stepping on the breaks of the car a bit too abruptly. "It's almost new."

He pulled over and pushed poor little Resha out of the car. The girl stumbled, the sudden movement only increasing her nausea. In order to keep herself upright, she grabbed the next thing in front of her and threw up in several heaves.

"Oh my God, that's Chanel. Oh my God. Oh my God, this is so horrible!" the woman who had been sitting on the asphalt of the parking lot, reading a book, called out. A bit of the vomit had ended up on her as well. If she hadn't been so terribly embarrassed, Bella would probably have found the situation funny.

"I'm so sorry, Ma'am. Resha, sweetie, please, sit down. Are you better now?"

"Who cares about your stupid child? This was my Chanel blouse. It's my only Chanel blouse." The woman whined before pulling out some wipes to start a helpless attempt to clean herself up a bit. "This is a disaster!"

Bella sighed. "Look, I'll pay for the dry cleaner."

"YOU DO NOT DRY-CLEAN CHANEL." The woman yelled, her voice a hysterically high-pinched sound now.

"Calm down, Missy. It's just some shirt." Emmett said, crossing his arms in front of his chest. Next to him the woman looked like some kind of half-dwarf. She was so small, that even with the stiletto heels she was wearing it didn't look like she could reach to his chest. Emmett had always had a liking for petite women. This one was just a bit too hysterical for him.

"Bella give her a twenty and then we're off again. Thanks to our five pee or not pee breaks, we are already running late."

"Twenty bucks?" half-dwarf snapped angrily. "This is Chanel. I mean, this was Chanel!"

"Ma'am, I'm very sorry." Little Resha whispered. She hated it when people got angry and loud. She hadn't thrown up on the pretty woman on purpose! "I always get sick when I have milkshakes." Resha added in an attempt to apologize. "But milkshakes are so good, aren't they?"

"They are not that good on my two-hundred dollar blouse." The woman stated, grabbing another wipe to rub over the brownish stain. She noticed the tear-filled eyes of the little girl in front of her and it touched her heart. With a sigh, she kneeled down in front of Resha. "I'm sure your Mommy and I can figure something out to solve this mess."

xxxx

Rosalie's nerves were blank. She felt like she was in the middle of a huge crowd, screaming out loudly but nobody was listening. How could she lose the control over her life like this? She felt weak and for Rose, there was nothing worse than feeling weak.

"Are you well, Kitty?" Carlisle asked her, running his thumbs over her exposed neck up to the pair of delicate pearl-earrings. She liked them. Lucy knew her daughter's taste well. "You seem a bit tensed."

"I'm just nervous." Rosalie said, staring at the mirror in front of them. Everything was perfect. She was beautiful and she had a caring fiancé who loved her with all his heart. Why in God's name didn't it feel right to her? Why couldn't she manage to hold those doubts at bay?

"There's no need to be nervous, Kitty. You are going to be the most beautiful bride in the whole wide world."

"Oh, I'm sure, she will." A hoarse voice chuckled behind them. In the mirror Rosalie could see the man's face and shrugged back. He was small for a guy. Her mother who was standing next to him was the same height. His hair was partly grey now, but the thinly moustache was exactly the same since she had seen him the last time.

"There's my little Rosie princess, all grown-up." The man purred, wrapping his arms around Rosalie. Instantly she stiffened. His smell, his smell of too much Aqua Velva made her stomach churn.

"Rose, girl, where are your manners." Lucy nagged. "Aren't you going to introduce Carlisle to Uncle Royce?"

Rosalie grabbed Carlisle's hand in a desperate hope that doing so was going to make her feel safer somehow. It didn't work.

"Hi, I'm Carlisle Cullen." Her fiancé stated, holding out his right hand towards Royce. "It's nice to finally meet someone from Rosalie's family."

"Royce is no family." Rosalie croaked. "Mom, can I speak to you for a moment? We need to arrange the flower bouquets again."

With the last bit of strength, Rosalie could find inside her, she pushed her mother with her into an empty room at the other end of the corridor.

"What kind of behavior is this now?" Lucy snapped. "You were so rude to Royce in front of Carlisle."

"Why is he here?" Rosalie asked. "Don't tell me you that you invited him? God, Mom!"

"Don't raise your voice on me, young lady. Royce was at the bakery when I ordered the cake. I couldn't not invite him."

"It's my wedding. I don't want him here. You know why."

Lucy grabbed her daughter by her shoulders and shook her for a minute. "Don't mention it. We agreed to keep that to ourselves. Haven't we, sweetie?"

"Yes, mother." Rosalie stated, turning her back on Lucy. She was almost out of the door when she turned around again. "It's not my fault what he did to me. Why are you always making me feel like it is?"

With that she rushed out, bumping straight into Bella. "There you are. Hey, what's wrong? You look like you just saw a ghost."

"It's nothing." Rosalie whispered. There was no way she could tell Bella about Royce. She couldn't tell anyone about Royce. Not her best friend and not the man she was about to marry soon. Those memories needed to stay locked away deep inside the deepest depth of her soul.

Bella noticed how pale Rosalie was. She wrapped an arm around the beautiful Blonde and maneuvered her outside. There she made her sit down on a little marble bench.

"Should I get you something to drink?" Bella asked. "It might help your nerves."

"I don't want anything right now. Thank you." She leaned her head against Bella's side. "How was your trip?"

"Your brother taught my daughter a new word. It's bitch."

"Crap. He didn't do that on purpose, did he? Emmett never thinks before he speaks."

Bella took Rosalie's hand and rubbed her fingertip over the woman's pearly nail-polish. "I should have gotten a manicure too."

"Your nails are pretty the way they are. Why is it that you don't have to work at all to be so very beautiful?"

"I'm not beautiful." Bella protested. "I'm just plain."

"Maybe you should get your eyes checked. You are stunning. Your skin is like porcelain and any hairdresser would sell his soul to come up with a formula for those shades of chestnut."

"So, basically I'm a pale chick with brown hair. Is that what you are trying to say?"

Rosalie laughed. Very gently, she moved her fingers through Bella's bangs, pushing them out of the brunette forehead. "You don't see yourself the way I see you."

For a moment Rosalie felt that urge again. That deep unbearable urge to touch her lips to Bella's in a passionate kiss. She had dreamed about it. She had thought about it whether she had been awake or not. If you wanted something so much and denied it yourself, didn't that just increase the want for it?

Rosalie's eyes met Bella's. Did she want this kiss as much as she wanted it? Maybe it would feel awkward. Maybe the two of them would laugh about it together. But what if the kiss would mean something? Rosalie was too nervous to allow herself to think about that.

"Rosalie, what are you doing there with Bella?" Lucy called out, stepping towards her daughter. "I was looking for you. Your brother's girlfriend is here now. "

Lucy coughed nervously. "I was so glad the boy has finally overcome this you-know-what phase. But this girl…I don't think Alice's a good choice."

Rosalie stood up from the bench. "I'm sure she's nice."

"Nice, nice, nice, who cares about being nice?" Lucy mumbled. "When a woman shows up to a wedding rehearsal in a wet top and smelling like puke, that doesn't exactly give the first impression you want to give."