(pretty banner made by the one and only-Marauder by Midnight) The sequel to the amazing and much anticipated story Nightmare at the Dance more info- bella and edward's lives that they will soon start together go out of control. it seems that every time they over come a problem, there seems to be another. but when this one big problem comes there way bella has to make a very big choice. so many possibilities comes with so many answers. if bella makes the wrong decision what would happen? if bella makes the right decision what could happen? this little answer out of her mouth could make bella and edward's life never the same again. story is finished, final chapter added'Daunting' posted (3rd story in the series-the one that comes after this)
yes, this is the sequel that i was talking about. i hope you guys enjoy
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“Edward, I thought you said it was going to be a decent size!” I complained.
We were at his house-sprawled out on his ‘bed room’ floor. Pieces of paper lay scattered at our feet and around us.
We were sending wedding invitations-and it was giving me a head ache.
“It is a decent size.” He insisted.
“A hundred and forty people are not a decent size!!!!”I said my voice raising an octave.
I knew exactly that a hundred and forty people were invited. Well, it didn’t mean they are coming. That held some comfort, at least. Still, 140 people was way too much.
“Bella, be reasonable. You only get a wedding once.” He reminded me.
“Unless your Rosalie and Emmett.” I muttered smiling. He chuckled.
“How many more invitations to go?” I asked him. On Edward’s side there was a pile, it was called the ‘to go’ pile. On my side I had a pile called the ‘done’ pile. All of them were complete by me-and still that didn’t look like a lot compared to Edward’s pile. It was hard work, trust me.
First, you had to have a check list; Edward was in charge of that. You have to find the person or family’s name on the list, and then find the envelope that matched the name, then put an actual wedding invitation inside, close the envelope and seal it, and check the name off the list so it can go in the pile by me.
We had a little ‘assembly line’ going, I guess you could say.
“75 more.” Edward answered me.
I sighed, when will it ever end?
“Name?” I asked my tone very unenthusiastic.
“Annabelle Swan.” He said.
“Who is she?” I asked him. I knew she had to be somebody on my dad’s side of the family.
“Your cousin, Bella.” He answered, looking at me disapprovingly. How am I supposed to remember that? I cracked a smile, as he rolled his eyes. I pretended I didn’t see that.
I looked for the envelope with her name on it. Once I found it I gave it to Edward so he could put an invitation in it. Then he handed it back to me. I sealed it with a decorative sticker (I insisted that we should use a sticker because I didn’t want to go to the trouble of licking it, but really I just hated doing that). Then Edward checked the name off as I threw the letter in the ever growing pile next to me carelessly. 74 more to go now.
Edward did the same thing over again, reaching to the never ending pile next to him to get an invitation.
I was really learning about all of these family members I had no clue existed. It was rather funny.
It seemed as though it could never end, though.
After a while the pile next to Edward only had a few left-until it had nothing left. I sighed a relief.
I looked around the room-it was even messier then when we first started. It may take a while to clean, but it was a Saturday night so I didn’t care. How weird was this- an 18 year old girl with her fiancé on a Saturday night doing what? Wedding invitations.
“ugh.” I said as I got to my feet.
Edward nodded. Then he handed me a bag.
I looked at it puzzled. “Put the pile next to you in the bag so that I can mail it tomorrow. Let me clean this all up.” He explained. I nodded. I did what I was told and put the pile in the bag.
After all of them were in the bag I looked around. The room was spotless.
When Edward said fast he must have really meant it.
He came over to me and swooped me up in his arms to carry me over to his couch.
“That was harder than I thought.” I commented. “Tiring too.” I added.
“I agree. But you can’t be tired yet. There is still the studying for the end of the year exams, and you have to pass these.” He reminded me.
He got up and came back quickly with his books and notes as well as mine.
I forgot all about the end of the year exams. I guess the wedding stuff occupied me most of the time-it was really taking a toll on me.
“Do I really I have to study now?” I asked him.
“Bella, I mean it. You really have to do good on these.” He said as he handed me a book.“Ugh, this is going to be a long night.” I said to him as I opened up my book. We both started reviewing.
There was too many long nights these days………………….
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