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Wedding "Bells"

Summary:
Edward and Bella get married!


Notes:


1. Getting ready

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I looked out of the white lace-veiled window of the Forks Baptist Church at the guests emerging out of their car. Their faces were in complete awe of Alice’s decorations. She wasn’t exaggerating when she said that this would be the most extravagant wedding that Forks had ever seen. I saw Emmett and Jasper looking absolutely dashing in their tuxes. Well… Jasper looked dashing, Emmett looked like he was about to pull a “Bruce-Banner-going-hulk and bust the sleeves off at the seams.

Emmett reached up to adjust his collar and just by barely touching it, he ripped his shirt a good three inches. “Oh no, where’s Alice?” I asked out loud to no one. Right on cue, Alice appeared at Emmett’s side with a needle and thread. In less than fifteen seconds the gash on Emmett’s shirt disappeared. Alice had been running around at un-noticeable super human speed, making sure that everything went off without a hitch. I wasn’t allowed to do anything without her “okay.”

I walked slowly across the bridal room towards the full body mirror. The satin dress felt too fluid and uncomfortable against my skin. When I turned to face my reflection in the mirror I stopped and gasped. Not only did I look different, I looked beautiful. Alice had been in charge of hair, choosing a romantic wispy updo with pearl and rosette bobby pins imbedded in various places. Rosalie had surprisingly volunteered for make-up duty and spent the entirety of the morning holding up different shades of powder, blush and lipsticks right next to my face. Finally, she decided that “a more natural look would be best.” Wow, she was right. “Stunning,” that was the only word I could think of to describe how I looked right now. I reached up to feel one of the rosette pins and right before I could put my finger on it, Alice appeared at the door.

“Don’t touch it!” she almost shouted.

“GAH! Alice! Don’t scare me like that! I’m nervous as it is, do you want me to have a heart attack?!”

“Sorry! I had a vision that you messed with one of my strategically placed pins and your hair fell! But I saved the day again, so all is well.

“For now…”

“Bella, why do you keep thinking that something bad is going to happen? Relax! It’s all going to be okay.”

“I know, I just have the feeling that something is going to go horribly wrong. With my luck, who knows! Maybe we should just call the whole thing off. I mean, I wouldn’t want a meteor falling from the sky and hitting somebody in the head or, a coven of blood thirsty vampires coming and killing all my guests!”

An annoyed growl was my only response to that statement. Alice actually growled at me! “Now I know you’re just being a pessimist.” She sauntered across the room to the sink, wet a towel, and turned to me. “Come here,” she started. “You’ve got a scuff on your right shoe.”

“You’re not serious are you? Come on! Who’s going to notice it?”

“Lauren,” she said matter-of-factly. I had allowed Alice to invite Lauren because it was the polite thing to do, but I had regretted it ever since. “And since when do I give a flying fart what Lauren thinks?”

“Oh, just be still! There, all done. Kay, now turn around and let me see.” I did as I was told, careful not to step on the dress and careful not trip and kill myself in the three-inch satin heels that, apparently, I ‘just had to have’.

“Ah, a picture of perfection,” Alice said smugly. Then Rosalie walked into the room holding our bouquets of purple lilacs, white roses and some kind of rare, pale blue flower, I wasn’t quite sure what it was. Then Rosalie entered the room.