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A hysterical giggle burst through my lips.
Alice stepped up and quickly slid both combs into my hair under the edge of the thick braids. "That's
something old and something blue," Alice mused, taking a few steps back to admire me. "And your dress
is new... so here—"
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She flicked something at me. I held my hands out automatically, and the filmy white garter landed in my
palms.
"That's mine and I want it back," Alice told me.
I blushed.
"There," Alice said with satisfaction. "A little color—that's all you needed. You are officially perfect."
With a little self-congratulatory smile, she turned to my parents. "Renee, you need to get downstairs."
"Yes, ma'am." Renee blew me a kiss and hurried out the door.
"Charlie, would you grab the flowers, please?"
While Charlie was out of the room, Alice hooked the garter out of my hands and then ducked under my
skirt. I gasped and tottered as her cold hand caught my ankle; she yanked the garter into place.
She was back on her feet before Charlie returned with the two frothy white bouquets. The scent of roses
and orange blossom and freesia enveloped me in a soft mist.
Rosalie—the best musician in the family next to Edward—began playing the piano downstairs.
Pachelbel's Canon. I began hyperventilating.
"Easy, Bells," Charlie said. He turned to Alice nervously. "She looks a little sick. Do you think she's
going to make it?"
His voice sounded far away. I couldn't feel my legs.
"She'd better."
Alice stood right in front of me, on her tiptoes to better stare me in the eye, and gripped my wrists in her
hard
hands.
"Focus,sweetheart satin and layers chiffon wedding dressha 620, Bella. Edward is waiting for you down there."
1 took a deep breath, willing myself into composure.
The music slowly morphed into a new song. Charlie nudged me. "Bells, we're up to bat."
"Bella?" Alice asked, still holding my gaze.
"Yes," I squeaked. "Edward. Okay." I let her pull me from the room, with Charlie tagging along at my
elbow.
The music was louder in the hall. It floated up the stairs along with the fragrance of a million flowers. I
concentrated on the idea of Edward waiting below to get my feet to shuffle forward.
The music was familiar, Wagner's traditional march surrounded by a flood of embellishments.
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"It's my turn," Alice chimed. "Count to five and follow me." She began a slow, graceful dance down the
staircase. I should have realized that having Alice as my only bridesmaid was a mistake. I would look that
much more uncoordinated coming behind her.
A sudden fanfare trilled through the soaring music. I recognized my cue.
"Don't let me fall, Dad," I whispered. Charlie pulled my hand through his arm and then grasped it tightly.
One step ata time, I told myself as we began to descend to the slow tempo of the march. I didn't lift my
eyes until my feet were safely on the flat ground, though I could hear the murmurs and rustling of the
audience as I came into view. Blood flooded my cheeks at the sound; of course I could be counted on to
be the blushing bride.
As soon as my feet were past the treacherous stairs, I was looking for him. For a brief second, I was
distracted by the profusion of white blossoms that hung in garlands from everything in the room that
wasn't alive, dripping with long lines of white gossamer ribbons. But I tore my eyes from the bowery
canopy and searched across the rows of satin-draped chairs—blushing more deeply as I took in the
crowd of faces all focused on me—until I found him at last, standing before an arch overflowing with
more flowers, more gossamer.
I was barely conscious that Carlisle stood by his side, and Angela's father behind them both. I didn't see
my mother where she must have been sitting in the front row, or my new family, or any of the guests
—they would have to wait till later.
All I really saw was Edward's face; it filled my vision and overwhelmed my mind. His eyes were a
buttery, burning gold; his perfect face was almost severe with the depth of his emotion. And then, as he
met my awed gaze, he broke into a breathtaking smile of exultation.
Suddenly, it was only the pressure of Charlie's hand on mine that kept me from sprinting headlong down
the aisle.
The march was too slow as I struggled to pace my steps to its rhythm. Mercifully, the aisle was very
short. And then, at last, at last, I was there. Edward held out his hand. Charlie took my hand and, in a
symbol as old as the world,purified cotton wedding men s suits ma 17, placed it in Edward's. I touched the cool miracle of his skin, and I was home.
Our vows were the simple, traditional words that had been spoken a million times, though never by a
couple quite like us. We'd asked Mr. Weber to make only one small change. He obligingly traded the
line "till death do us
part" for the more appropriate "as long as we both shall live."
In that moment, as the minister said his part, my world, which had been upside down for so long now,
seemed to settle into its proper position. I saw just how silly I'd been for fearing this—as if it were an
unwanted birthday gift or an embarrassing exhibition, like the prom. I looked into Edward's shining,
triumphant eyes and knew that I was winning, too. Because nothing else mattered but that I could stay
withhim.
I didn't realize I was crying until it was time to say the binding words.
"I do," I managed to choke out in a nearly unintelligible whisper, blinking my eyes clear so I could see his
face.
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When it was his turn to speak, the words rang clear and victorious.
"I do," he vowed.
Mr. Weber declared us husband and wife, and then Edward's hands reached up to cradle my face,
carefully, as if it were as delicate as the white petals swaying above our heads. I tried to comprehend,
through the film of tears blinding me, the surreal fact that this amazing person was mine. His golden eyes
looked as if they would have tears, too,taffeta beading v neck halter ball gown quinceanera dresses, if such a thing were not impossible. He bent his head toward
mine, and I stretched up on the tips of my toes, throwing my arms—bouquet and all—around his neck.
He kissed me tenderly, adoringly; I forgot the crowd, the place, the time, the reason... only remembering
that he loved me, that he wanted me, that I was his.
He began the kiss, and he had to end it; I clung to him, ignoring the titters and the throat-clearing in the
audience. Finally, his hands restrained my face and he pulled back—too soon—to look at me. On the
surface his sudden smile was amused, almost a smirk. But underneath his momentary entertainment at my
public exhibition was a deep joy that echoed my own.
The crowd erupted into applause, and he turned our bodies to face our friends and family. I couldn't
look away from his face to see them.
My mother's arms were the first to find me, her tear-streaked face the first thing I saw when I finally tore
my eyes unwillingly from Edward. And then I was handed through the crowd, passed from embrace to
embrace, only vaguely aware of who held me, my attention centered on Edward's hand clutched tightly in
my own. I did recognize the difference between the soft, warm hugs of my human friends and the gentle,
cool embraces of my new family.
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