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Heartbreaking news out of Vegas, ladies! Forks' most eligible bachelor is a bachelor no more. It's true. Edward Cullen married Isabella Swan, the waitress from Charlie's Diner, in a quickie wedding just last night.

You heard it here first!

Hang in there, ladies.

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It's been a whirlwind since we landed in Vegas. A private car whisked us to the Bellagio, which is absolutely gorgeous, and we're tucked away on a private floor with suites so exclusive the general public doesn't know they exist.

I didn't know they existed.

I'm currently in my own corner four-bedroom monstrosity with windows that overlook both the strip and the mountainous backdrop that frames Las Vegas. The city is alive below us, bursting with bright lights and colorful red and green to signify that Christmas is on the way. I feel like I'm dreaming as a team of women caters to my every whim and some I've never even dreamed of.

"This is Vera Wang," one woman says as she holds up another gown. Almost every other one has been a poofy nightmare, and I can't see myself in any of them. This one, however, is sleek, elegant, and the first one I'm tempted to try on.

"It's pretty," I say, touching the slick material. "I'll give it a try."

The woman smiles, nodding happily, and barks off some commands in Spanish to one of the other girls, who scurries to the rack in search of a veil.

Another lady, Gianna is her name, is the wedding planner. She's setting up another suite to be the ceremony space, complete with Elvis as the officiant. She's bombarding me with options, and I'm almost to the point of closing my eyes and pointing.

Another team of ladies, a wonderful duo named Lauren and Jessica, are working on my face and hair. Curlers are going in and a mask has been applied. The freshly plucked skin near my eyebrows stings a little, but as Rose says, beauty is pain.

"What do you think?" Rose asks as she descends from the staircase in a sleek red number with a plunging neckline.

"Wow, Rose, it's beautiful," I say, taking in the uber-expensive number that looks like it was custom-made for her body, "but I don't know if I want you standing beside me looking like that."

"Babe," she says, marching down those steps with purpose. "I get that's what you think, but Edward isn't looking at me, and he's the only one who should matter."

"I second that," Edward says, poking his head inside the door. He's adorably cute with his eyes covered. "Put away the dresses, so I can enter."

The women scurry to gather up everything white and roll the rack out of the room. I'm surprised when the entire makeup team and Gianna also disappear before I can barely blink.

"It's all clear," Rose bellows to Edward before making for the stairs. "There's a midnight blue number I want to try next, so I'll give you a few."

"Can't wait to see it," I say, giving her a small smile before turning to watch Edward make his way across the room. He's sleek and sexy in a black tux and white skinny tie. "Wow. You clean up nicely." I giggle at my own silliness. Edward has never been anything but completely polished in my presence.

"You like." He does a spin, grinning mischievously as he does so.

"More than," I murmur, my eyes running the length of him.

His face softens to match my tone as he pulls a stool from nearby over to sit by me. "The paperwork is ready for you to sign," he says, eyes roaming my face. "This is your last chance to back out of this craziness."

"Is that what you want?" I ask, peering at him from beneath my lashes. "For me to back out."

"Absolutely not," he says quickly. "In fact, I'd call Elvis in here right now if I could. Preparations be damned."

"I'm not opposed." I hold his gaze.

Surprise sparks in his eyes. "You always delight me with your unexpected answers." He leans closer, his tongue snaking out to skim his bottom lip. "Would you really like to move up the timeline?"

"All I need to do is sign some electronic documents for our deal to be completed?" I'm leaning closer, drawn in by his otherworldly allure.

He pulls an unusually large phone from his inside breast pocket. "I have them right here."

"Show me."

The next few minutes pass as I add my initials and signature to a series of documents. One solidifies my ownership of an apartment and the second confirms my acceptance of the pre-pregnancy custody arrangements.

You'd think they'd consist of tens of pages with tons of fine print, but they don't. Both are clearly exactly what they say they are without any extra mumbo jumbo. I suppose when you're Edward Cullen, your contracts can say whatever you'd like them to.

"Now," he says, standing and turning. "Rose, could you come down?"

My brows dip down as my best friend creeps down the staircase in a deep blue gown. It's much more muted than the red when it comes to sexiness, but it's the same level of gorgeousness. I didn't realize she was lurking, but of course, Edward did. He seems to know everything.

"Sorry." She shrugs, not looking very apologetic at all.

"It's fine to be protective of Bella," Edward says gently, holding out his phone. "If you'd please sign these documents, you'll be fifty thousand richer and we can put this wedding behind us."

She leans over so she can see past him to me. "This is what you want?"

I nod. "I'm ready to become Mrs. Edward Cullen."

I've never been to Vegas, though I'm going nxt month, so I tried to imagine it based on my minimal research haha.

I guess there's no backing out now.

How did y'all like this weekend posting?

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IDK the turnout for these chapters since this AN was written Thursday, but I STILL appreciate all the love.

I hope the story lives up to the hype!