Bella's Point Of View
Everything about the wedding was gorgeous. Alice had outdone herself in every aspect, even the dress. I stared at my reflection, refusing to believe that the mirror was telling me the truth. How could I look so beautiful? The dress just fit me perfectly, it was almost luminous. It wasn't large and frilly like I might've guessed. It was sleek and insinuated my non-existent curves. My hair was up in a bun with loose strands falling around my face. It was too amazing, all of it too much, that I was close to tears.
Alice, who gave me a stern look as if to warn me not to cry, maybe she had 'seen' that I burst into tears before I actually did, looked so amazing; I wondered whether she knew that she was totally upstaging me. She looked elegant in the bridesmaid's lavender dress. Alice was my Maid of Honour and Jessica and surprisingly Rosalie were my bridesmaids.
"It's almost time," she whispered, giving me a huge smile and a quick hug before running out of the room.
I returned her smile and held back the tears. That was the last time I would see Alice Cullen as just a friend. The next time I would see her I would be on my way to becoming her sister-in-law. I bit my lip tightly.
"Bella?" Charlie's voice called from behind the door. He was waiting to walk me down the aisle…this was it.
It was definitely an experience I will remember for the remainder of my life, no matter how short it may be.
The first thing I saw as I walked into the church was Edward's shining face. He has never looked so amazingly amazing that I can't even describe how he looked without saying the word amazing. His tux made him look so gorgeous and his smile made him look even better, his gold eyes were bright.
I have never been more grateful that I didn't trip up whilst walking down the aisle.
It all happened so quickly, the reading, the vows and everything. I wasn't even thinking, all I remember was staring into Edward's mesmerising face and forgetting the rest of the world. We said our 'I do's' and exchanged rings and just like that we were husband and wife.
I was Mrs Isabella Cullen.
But out of everything, his kiss was the best. He kissed me like he would never let me go, like an extra vow just between us. His lips were cold, as usual, but the way he kissed me just made my lips melt and I had completely forgotten that they were cold at all.
It was just the two of us, in our own world which would last for the rest of eternity, the rest of forever.
That was what I thought, before the reception, before I met my mother and before her 'wedding present'.