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Dream's Shadow

This is my take on the over- and usually poorly- done plot. Edward leaves Bella again. She is changed and they meet again in the future. There will be a big twist! Requested by Iris. Banner by Iris!

Try it! I know stories like this usually stink, but I thought I'd give it a try. I own nothing. Stephenie Meyer owns all.

48. Chapter 48

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“Bella, come on, come on, come on! Don’t you care at all about your wedding? It’s in a month! One scrawny, sad, lonely little month, just pleading for your attention. Poor little month, all ignored and alone, with no bride to pay any attention to it. Now, red or blue?”

“Red or blue what?” I hadn’t been following.

“The ink on the spare programs, of course. In case the others don’t work out.”

“What? We’re having two sets of programs?” Why? Isn’t one generally sufficient?

“Of COURSE. What if something happens to the first? I mean, termites. Or they could get wet. Or lost. Or… maybe I should get a third.”

“Question. Can’t you order two sets of the same?”

She sighs and rolls her eyes. “Of course not. Then it wouldn’t be fun, Bella. I mean, there needs to be some element of unpredictability.”

“Alice. Honey. You know I don’t care, right?”

She stamps her foot, looking the picture of a petulant four-year-old. “But I care. And Edward cares.”

Again. She has no shame! There is nowhere at which she will stop. Because if Edward cares, I care too. “It’s really unfair to exploit my paranoid fear of abandonment in order to force me to participate in party planning, Alice.”

She grumbles. “Well, I have to work with what works, don’t I? Anyway, RED or BLUE?”

“You decide.”

“I don’t want to. It’s your wedding, Bella. It’s your job.”

“Obviously, you care a lot more than I do. I would be perfectly happy to get a certificate, sign it, and be done.”

“But that’s not what Edward wants.”

“That’s the third time you’ve used that ploy on me in three minutes.”

“That’s also the third time it’s worked in three minutes.”

She had a point. “Blue. I pick blue. Edward likes when I wear blue, thus, by the logic that he should be as happy as possible with this, the lettering on the invitations should be blue.” Actually, I’d chosen randomly, but I was well aware she’d expect some kind of reasoning.

“Great! What about the flowers?”

I stare her straight in the eye. “Alice, do you really need to subject me to this?”

She looks away for a moment, clearly unwilling to answer. Finally, she grudgingly admits, “No, I guess not. I’ll have just as much fun without you.”

“I’m gone.” I stand.

She protests instantly. “It just doesn’t seem right. It’s your wedding!”

“Which I don’t want. Now, if there’s going to be a couple hundred humans swarm my home in a sad, scrawny month, I’d better go figure out the whole concept of self-control.”

She stares forlornly after me as I escape. Talk about a guilt trip. I almost regret letting her have her way, just because now she’ll never be satisfied with it. She’s so miserable in getting what she wants… which makes no sense, but okay.

I walk down the hall to my room, and find someone waiting for me… a most unwelcome someone.