Master of Ceremonies
Please read A B.A. in B.S. prior to reading this one...it will help you quite a bit. This is the second part of a three part series. Edward and Bella have grown quite a bit since he left...to the point they got back together AFTER Edward earned Bella back and then proposed. And he did all this after they talked to Charlie! So, here comes the bride, the groom, all the wedding fanfare, and many suprises inbetween. Oh...and lots of lemony goodness too. Again, some OCC, but you'll likey. Please bear with the first 10-11 chapters as they are a buildup to a kickass twist in chapter 12! Update 8/12/11 I've just added 3 new chapters and I hope you enjoy them. There's a bunch of fun stuff starting and on it's way!!I've also added some references from one of my fav UK shows into one of the chapters. I hope I described them well enough so you know which episodes I refer to. I am loving the reviews I am getting...but I do wish there were MORE! C'mon peoples-give me a few clicks of the mouse, a few keystrokes, and maybe about twenty seconds of your time...you know you want to!
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7. Chapter 7
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I stayed close to Edward for the first few days after my initial nightmare. Portions of the nightmare would sneak its way into my everyday life; the guy at the campus bookstore had really long, dark hair when I went to pick-up my books the week before classes started and then there was the Goth girl with bright, blood red contacts. I saw her after leaving the theater with Alice and Rose. Alice had to shake me back to reality and tell me she was emulating the latest fad which started with a random book series which was turned into a blockbuster movie.
I welcomed the distraction of classes starting the next week in hopes that my torment would be eliminated. I had a heavy load this semester so I could student teach next semester and graduate in May. I didn’t bother moving back into the dorms because it would have been a waste of money and I wouldn’t spend time there anyway. The brightest side to all of this was how happy and excited our wedding made my mother. She would make calls to Esme almost every day and they would last about thirty minutes before she and I talked for a little while.
The start of classes came and went without incident. The nightmare began to fade which allowed me to sleep soundly at night although Edward would still not leave my side. I had no idea how to approach the fact that he had seen me in all my glory, so I didn’t.
That night, what he and I experienced wasn’t about sex, it was about intimacy. It was about how much he cared for me and how he was willing to do anything to take care of me. It was about love, dedication, and seeing the one you love at their almost worst and loving them more for it because they were so vulnerable with you. I loved him more in that one moment than at any other time in my life because he loved me so wholly, so completely, so truly and without any fraction of doubt. Even if it was rushed, I knew being turned and spending the rest of my life with him was the right decision above all others.
Alice’s most-anticipated weekend finally arrived and she practically bounced up and down in her seat on the airplane the whole way there. We left early one Saturday morning and met my mom at her gate a few hours later. Then the limo showed up and escorted us to Kleinmans.
Mom and Esme were like sisters and almost attached at the hip. Any dress that they agreed on was picked up and brought to me to try on. Rose and Alice had their own suggestions and those too were given to me. I had to do a little runway walk with each one. The appointment would have normally lasted two hours. We were there three and a half hours before I finally got to pick the dresses I wanted to try-on.
I had been given everything from princess gowns with large, full skirts and crystal encrusted tops to long-sleeved lace numbers with an a-line skirt which the consultant, April, told me were mostly worn at traditional Catholic weddings. Then there were the silk, satin, taffeta, gauze-like, strapless, sleeveless, spaghetti-strapped, short-sleeved, off the shoulder, mermaid a-line, fit-and-flare, long train, short train, and no train dresses. But after all of those dresses, too many to count in fact, it was finally my turn to pick because I had turned down every one they gave me.
I searched the store for twenty minutes before I found it. I had no idea what style I was looking for, but I thought I would know it once I saw it. And I did. I didn’t want anyone to see it, so I had April get one dress and she asked another consultant grab the dress I wanted and put it back in my dressing room which was not in the line-of-sight for my family.
The moment I put it on, I started to tear up. As soon as April zipped the back of the dress up, a single tear streamed down my cheek. I had her grab me a clip for my hair so I could pull it up and get the full effect. Once my hair was twisted and the clip secured, I knew I had found exactly what I wanted. I had April tell the girls to close their eyes and keep them closed until I said to open them.
I walked out of my dressing room and in front of my closed-eye family. I stood on the little round platform in front of a three-way mirror. April fluffed out the dress and tried two veils: a short one and a long one, but neither worked. Then she grabbed a full bloomed silk rose with a slip on it and positioned it on the right side of my hair behind my ear. It was perfect. I took one last look in the mirror and wiped away another tear and turned back around.
“Ok, everyone, you can open your eyes.”
“Oh, baby,” cooed my mother as a smile lit up her face to her eyes and she covered her hand with her gaping mouth, “you look so beautiful.” She wiped the tears from her eyes with a tissue from the stand next to hear side of the couch she and Esme sat on.
“Bella, you look amazing,” came from Esme who had tears on her face. My eyes grew in disbelief until she glanced over to the glass of ice water sitting between Alice’s legs. I looked at Alice with raised eyebrows and she shrugged innocently and wiped her own “tears” from her face.
“Bella,” Rose said interrupting my silent conversation with Alice, “you are going to make the most beautiful bride.”
“So maybe an off-the-rack dress is ooooo-kay if it makes you look that good,” admitted Alice.
“Looks like I can bet against Alice then, huh,” I chuckled. “I knew this was the dress the moment I saw it and even more the moment I put it on. It’s so simple,” I turned around to face the mirror, “and elegant. It’s me. I know he’ll love it.”
“Bella, he would love you in a potato sack as long as you met him at the alter. I thought we were going to have to find one of those if you didn’t find a dress you liked,” Esme playfully said.
I admired my dress and replied, “Well let’s make sure we don’t have to do that, okay? April, I’ll take it.” I stood there for a few more moments admiring my dress. It was a creamy, light satin that shined brightly in the fluorescent lighting. It had thick straps that crisscrossed in the back. The a-line skirt started just above the small of my back. There was an antique, sparkling gold lace bodice under the scoop neckline that perked my breasts up a bit. That same lace was the trim around the skirt which had a slight, three-foot train behind it. I twirled around once in the dress and watched it flare to the amusement of everyone in the store who was watching me.
I went back into the dressing room with April and she helped me out of the dress. It fit perfectly, so we were having it shipped to New Hampshire via Federal Express on Monday. Since my dress was taken care if, it was time to attack the Bridesmaid dresses. Angela’s flight was late due to a storm in Kansas City, but by the time I had made it back to the dressing room, she had arrived. I showed it to her after I was re-dressed and she fell in love with it, too.
Rose and Alice served as our models of the afternoon so Angela could relax after her long flight. They chose the dresses they liked and I would pick out a couple that I liked and then we would settle on one. The final choice was a surplice, knee-length, pleated, chocolate brown dress made of chiffon. It had a matching satin lining and a thick, sparkling gold ribbon along the waist that tied into a bow on the left side. I had all three of them try it on so I could see what it would look like and all of them looked absolutely gorgeous. I took a picture on my phone and sent it to Emily who more than approved of our choice.
Esme convinced mom to pick a mother-of-the-bride dress while she picked her mother-of-the-groom dress out. Each followed the color scheme; Esme picked out a brown, fitted, square-neck, spaghetti-strapped dress that had a large gold flower on the left side and came with a lace three-quarter sleeve matching jacket. Mom picked out a gold, sweetheart-neck, tank dress with a thin chocolate-brown belt and slits an inch long along each thigh. They each looked amazing.
After putting in our order for the dresses, including Emily’s, and getting mine prepared to ship, I examined the bill before Alice snatched it out of my hands and handed the clerk her credit card. I couldn’t believe my dress was that expensive for as little material as it took to make it. After the dresses were paid for and having a side conversation with Alice about keeping her mental pictures of me in my dress to herself when around Edward, we left to go visit Hugo Boss and I hoped that they were still open.
Once we got there, we were welcomed as if we were celebrities with champagne and hors d’oeuvres. Since we didn’t bring any of the guys with us, we had some nice eye candy model the suits, but none of them compared to My Edward. I decided on a brown, single breasted, dinner-length jacket, brown pants, white shirt, thick, satin gold tie, and gold handkerchief in the left pocket.
I didn’t think Charlie would get a suit without any help, so I had Sue get his measurements for me and we ordered him one to match. I was going to order one for Brandon, too, but who knew how big he would be by the time of the wedding and the salesman told us to call with his size about a month before the wedding and they would have one made and shipped for him. By then we would be living in Forks.
Since our attire shopping was done, Alice insisted we go shoe and accessory shopping. I thought I was going to start having Thanksgiving break flashbacks if she kept that up. Ultimately, we found all the bridesmaids an extravagantly priced pair of Jimmh Choo’s. They were the perfect pair of brown with an ankle strap and two straps that went over the base of the toes and across the center of the foot with another strap going straight down the middle of the foot connecting the other three straps. The heel was modest and they seemed to think they were comfortable.
Esme bought a pair of basic gold heels and mom bought a pair of brown, two inch heel, dress sandals. They had straps like flip flops that met between the first and second toe, but there were six interweaving and interconnected straps that met there. Alice kept trying to get me to buy a pair of shoes I thought looked like stilettos and knew I would kill myself in. When she wouldn’t take no for an answer, I threatened to wear a pair of ballet slippers under my dress. She let me pick out my own shoes after that.
They were heels, about two and a half inches high, thin heeled, with six gold straps round the bottom of the foot that attached at a gold ring that sat in the center of my foot. There was another long strap that secured the shoe to my foot by wrapping around my ankle with both ends being attached to the ring as well. They were surprisingly comfortable.
Our adventures in shopping ended at a jewelry store where I was forced to pick out presents for the bridesmaids, as if they really needed them. I found an earring and pendant set that took my breath away. Set in gold were a set of clear garnet earrings that were large enough to be noticed from afar, but not enough that it was heavy on the ear. The necklace matched and sat perfectly in the center of each girl’s breast bone. The garnets were trilliant cut and multi-faceted to the point that at every angle they sparkled. I bought mom a set that matched the girls, but chose a smoky quartz that was so dark and rich it almost matched my eyes. Esme got the same set, but in a rich, golden citrine. Everything seemed to be a little too much of a match, but it came together so well and looked so amazing together that I could not resist myself.
Just when I thought I was done shopping, Alice had other intentions in mind. I was as embarrassed as I could be when we entered a very high-end lingerie shop. I wanted to just pick one item from the front and get the hell out of there. I didn’t want to be picking out lingerie with my mother, but they encouraged me to have this moment with my mother and that I could not refuse.
Alice and Rose were picking out see through teddies, peek-a-boo bras, and crotchless panties. I held the panties up and asked how the hell I was supposed to put them on and everyone laughed at me. Angela helped me pick out a short, sky blue, silk chemise and robe set with a black lace trim. Esme separated mom and I from the other girls and sent us towards a wedding-themed section.
“I know that you and I had the birds and the bees talk when you were like ten and it might be embarrassing now, but do you have any questions?”
“I’m not sure I know what questions to have.”
“I take it that means you two haven’t tried anything or consummated your relationship yet.”
“No. Edward has a very old soul and an old world mindset. He wanted to wait until we were married.”
“I’m glad to hear it, and I’m sure Charlie will too.”
“Please don’t go there mom,” I said eying a negligee. “You weren’t in the room when I had to tell him I was still a virgin.”
She laughed, “Charlie was never one for such outright conversation.”
“Tell me about it. He told me not to use the word virgin when he was around.”
“He’s still such a stick in the mud. How about this one,” she asked holding up a black lace nightgown.
“Nah, not the black, but I do like the white one next to it. Do you think Charlie will have a problem if I’m not wearing white?”
“Sweetie, he wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between gold and white. You’ll be fine, here,” she said handing me the piece of lingerie I liked.
I held it up to my body and looked in the mirror. It was thinly strapped with an intricate lace top and white silk skirt with a little flare at the bottom. It sat mid-thigh.
“Don’t forget these,” mom said as she tossed me a pair of nude thigh-highs. “These always drive the men nuts.”
“Thanks,” I replied a bit red-faced but thankful for my mother’s help.
“This too,” she said as she threw a white garter at me.
“Um, mom, I don’t think I’m a garter type of girl, yet.”
“Oh, sorry sweetie,” she responded as she took them back and put them back on the rack. “At least the thigh-highs you have will stay up on their own then.”
The gravity of the conversation we were having, knowing it was likely our last mother-daughter advice session hit me like a slap in the face. “Mom,” I whispered to her, “thank you.” My lips were trembling. “Thank you for everything, for loving me, letting me make my own decisions, supporting me, and always being here. I’m going to be a married woman soon and I know I’ll always be your little girl, but I feel so grown-up with you right now and you’ve helped me get here.”
“Oh honey,” she rasped, “I’m so proud of you and the life you are living. You are so amazingly strong and independent. You always have been. I think I’ve taken more advice from you than I’ve given you. Hopefully you’ll need me more when you give me some grandbabies-but not too soon, ok?”
“Oh, mom,” I cried as I wrapped my arms around her neck and cried on her shoulder. “I love you mom, very much.”
“I love you too, Bella. You are my greatest accomplishment in this world and that will never change.”
After I composed myself, mom bought the white negligee that I liked and said it was Edward’s wedding gift and she would give me mine on my wedding day. Alice had reserved the same penthouse suite that we stayed in during Thanksgiving Break. I called Edward as soon as we got to the hotel, but was only allowed to speak with him for about three minutes due to Alice and her planning. She insisted on a girl’s night with chick flicks, makeovers, and lots of food. Around two in the morning we all retired to bed.
We all had flights that left LaGuardia around noon, so we were checked out of the hotel by nine. We all said our goodbyes, mine a little more sentimental with my mom than anyone else, and headed back to our respective homes. When we got home, there was meatloaf mashed potatoes, and sweet corn waiting for me thanks to Edward.
“That’s quite a spread you have going there.”
“Alice called me while you were asleep and told me what happened when you were shopping. I thought you might need some comfort food.”
“Thank you, Edward, but I have to get started on my homework.”
“Bella, sit, eat, now. Tomorrow is Labor Day which means we don’t have classes. You can do it tomorrow. I’ll even do it for you if necessary.”
“That will not be necessary. That’s plagiarism and it’s illegal.”
“Yes, because the Cullens have never done anything illegal before,” called Emmett from the living room.
“Hush, big brother.”
“Just saying. Give it a decade. We’ll make a criminal out of you yet.”
“You mean like me breaking into the zoo and throwing you in the snake pit?”
“I’d love to see that.”
“Give it time, you will. Certain things will come back to bite you in the ass.”
“Let ‘em bite, little sis. I’ve got a stone, cold ass.”
“I didn’t know you had a matching set.”
“A matching set?”
“Yea, a stone cold ass to match your rock hard head.”
Edward and I snickered as Emmett grumbled.
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- His Heroine
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