“Bella....,” Rosalie started, “it’s a quarter till six, and we’ve got to get downstairs. Charlie is waiting outside.”
“Oh, okay.” I tried to hide the disappointment in my voice. By the way she started talking, I half expected her to offer some words of encouragement or something. I shook my head at the thought. After all, it is Rosalie we’re talking about. As I walked towards the door, following Alice, Rosalie grabbed my arm and turned me to face her.
“Bella, I want to thank you for allowing me to be one of your bridesmaids,” she rushed. I knew she noticed the surprise on my face, but I tried to cover it anyway. “Don’t mention it.” I smiled but something told me that she wasn’t finished talking.
“I know that I haven’t been the greatest person in the world to you so I wanted you to know how much this means to me.” She handed me a Tiffany’s gift box that was the size of a large man’s hand. “It’s an early wedding present from Emmett and myself. I picked it out, of course. It’s also the ‘something blue’ you need.”
“Wow. Thank you, Rosalie.” I handed her my bouquet and clasped my hand around the lid of the box. Cautiously I lifted the box lid and inside was a necklace that took my breath away. The main stone was a square-set blue diamond with smaller white diamonds encircling it and also along the chain. It kind of reminded me of the “Heart of the Ocean” necklace from Titanic
“Look,” she said. “I’m not taking that thing back so if you don’t want it, I’ll wear it.” She smiled, but her smile didn’t reach her eyes. I knew she was being totally serious.
“No, no, I love it,” I assured her, “will you help me put it on?”
“Sure, take these.” She handed me the flowers and in an instant the weighty necklace was resting on my collarbones.
I turned to the mirror for one last once-over and I noticed how much that the necklace brought together the whole feeling of today.
“I’m… I’m at a loss for words…”
“It’s ok… You don’t have to say anything.”
Just then Alice came charging in to the room. “Bella! Get downstairs! We can’t be late! Go, go, GO!!!” She danced behind me and almost picked me up in her rush to get me out the door.
Charlie, who was waiting outside the door, let out a low whistle. “Wow, you look so different.”
“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” I asked.
“I’ll let you know.”
“You know, you could have come in the room earlier.” I said as we stated down the stairs. The lobby was decorated in the style that Alice had shown me three months earlier. On the wall opposite the entrance was two giant cherry wood double door entrances with a cherry wood table in between them. On the table, was a silver basket with a multitude of blue flowers in it. “Yeah, I know, but It wouldn’t have the ‘big dramatic effect’ if I did.”
“Ugh, you’re such a loser.” I grinned at him as my excitement began to build rapidly in my stomach. Charlie smiled back, with tears brimming around the outside of his already red eyes.
“Dad, don’t cry… it’s not like I’m dying or anything…” Even as I said it, I realized that I wasn’t telling the truth by any means. I was, in a way, going to die. Granted, it was for a much better life, but I was never going to see any of my friends or family, aside from the Cullens, again. Charlie, Renee` Angela and Ja-… No. I promised my self that I wouldn’t think about him anymore. The one person I didn’t want to think about and the one person I was terrified to forget. It hurt too much to think about Jacob, and yet, I couldn’t stop. But I would not
think about him today. Today is about Edward and me. I am not going to hurt him like that. Not today.
“Bella?” Charlie’s voice snapped me out of my trance. I heard the sound of the Wedding March begin to play as the quartet that Alice hired come to life. The thick, wooden doors opened as Rosalie and then Alice glided down the hallway. A random thought crossed my mind as I watch my bridesmaids walk away. I began to feel a little intimidated because of the beauty of my bridal party compared to me. I guess Jasper caught it because at that moment, I felt a wave of calm and confidence sweep over me.
I guess Charlie felt my anxiousness too, because he turned to assess my facial expression. “Are you ready?” He asked. “’Cause you know, it’s not too late to turn and run.”
“Dad,” I sighed, “don’t be like that”
“I’m just letting you know about your options.”
“I know," I smiled, "Come on its time.” We linked arms and I saw everybody stand and turn to look at me through the church doors.