That Wasn't Suppose to Happen
It's the day of the wedding. Bella is about to become Mrs. Edward Cullen. Something goes wrong that no one saw coming. Will Bella and Edward ever get their day?
I didn't create this world, I'm just playing in it.
9. They're Back
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I had just gotten back from getting my new dress fixed. The one we had bought for this wedding had gotten a little messed up when we took it in to be cleaned. The dry cleaner had done something and died the whole damn thing pink, so I had gotten my third dress.
This one was white with a corset in it, Alice had the best sense of humor. It laced up with red silk ribbons that went perfectly with the colors we had chosen. If anything happened to this dress I was just going to call it quits, I was tired of dealing with over priced dresses.
I went upstairs and put the dress in a unused closet so that no one was going to touch it. It was safely in it’s own little bag. With any luck nothing bad would happen to this dress. The other wedding dresses were in there as well. Even Renee’s dress was in there, which she wouldn’t be wearing any longer.
"Come on, I don’t think anyone’s here!" A woman said, causing my back to go stiff with tension. Someone was in the house.
I walked downstairs, using the grand stair case. "Can I help you?" I made sure not to breath often.
The couple who had tried to buy the house when we had first arrived was now standing in the front entrance of the house. The woman looked shocked that I was home. The man looked worried that I might call the cops, or whatever the hell they were called here.
"Where’s your father?" The woman snapped, her English accent cutting through the silence of the house.
"I don’t live here with my father, ma’am. My father is half way around the world. If you like I can call him for you, but I doubt he’ll answer." I pulled my cell phone out, and shrugged.
"Who’s the owner of this house?"
"Dr. Carlisle Cullen. I don’t think he want’s to sell. We just moved in." I really wanted them to leave the house. "Could you leave now?"
"No. I want this house! Daniel, tell her how much I want this house!" The woman looked at her husband, giving him a cold glare.
"We’re willing to pay whatever you want. My wife want’s this house so she can throw big grand parties."
I stood my ground. "Please leave before I call the authorities to have you removed from this house."
The man backed down, grabbing his wife’s hand. "Jane, come on. We can talk to the owner later. This little girl can’t help us. I really don’t want to go to jail." He shouted at her in a low tone.
"Fine." The woman stormed out of the house, pulling her husband with her. I watched them drive away before sitting down on the stairs.
They were not a happy couple. That wasn’t going to happen to me and Edward was it? Were we going to be like that one day. Bickering for the rest of eternity. What if we weren’t meant to be together, and this was all a mistake? Had anyone thought about that?
"Bella, dear, are you alright?" Esme asked, putting a hand on my shoulder.
I hadn’t even heard her come in. I focused on what was going on around me. It was pitch black outside. I had been sitting on the stairs for hours on end without moving, just thinking about that couple.
"Oh, Esme! What if Edward and I weren’t meant to be together! Look at the wedding. Everything should have gone perfect the first time! What if something happens when we try again!"
She sat down and wrapped her arms around me. "Bella, don’t worry about it. You and Edward were meant to be together. That boy has been waiting for you to come along for over a hundred years! Nothing is going to happen! You two were meant to be together. You’ve never seen yourselves when you stand next to each other, but the way the two of you move. If you move just a fraction of an inch he moves to close the space."
I thought about it. Did we really do that? I guess we didn’t even think about it. It was just something that we did without thought. A natural reaction to each other. Yea, that was it.
"Come on, dear. I picked out something for you to wear on your wedding day." She lead me to the dinning room, that was currently being used to set up a wedding.
She handed me a white box that jewelry comes in. I opened it and gasped. It was beautiful. The necklace was white gold with diamonds, a lot of diamonds. It was a beautiful thing.
I threw my arms around Esme. "Thank you!" I said, kissing her cheek.
She laughed. "I’m glad you let me buy you something without causing a fuss!" She kissed me, and gave me a hug.
"I think I’m starting to see that no one is ever going to listen to my protest about buying me gifts. I might as well get use to it."
"Yes, you had better."
I felt better by just talking with Esme. She was so much like a mother, because she was a mother. She treated me like a daughter because I was her daughter.