Edward fidgeted at the altar. Why does Bella have to be so sacrificial?, he thought. Oh, well. I guess that's just part of why I love her. He smiled to himself.
Just then, Bella entered the cathedral hall. She was dressed in a silky, flowing, white gown, as opposed to the one Alice had chosen (Bella had told Alice to save that one for Jasper and her marriage.) Bella's hair was curled and clipped back to fall in a line down the center of her back. The style was held in place by a beautiful diamond tiara.
Alice, Rosalie, and Angela carried the hem of her dress, while Charlie linked his arm into hers. She walked down the aisle, unthinkably graceful, given her typical clumsiness. Edward only had eyes for her.
Edward took her hand and gazed into her deep brown eyes.
"You look beautiful."
Bella smiled. "I could say the same about you."
Edward chuckled quietly.
He only half-listened to the priest. He was occupied with listening to the audience's thoughts.
Alice, standing on the wing of the altar, was looking at Jasper. Thinking about his face.
Oh boy.
Emmett was admiring the buff angels carved onto the cathedral walls. They almost look real.
Edward could feel Rosalie's eyes on the back of his head.
You'd better not, she thought at him. Edward Cullen, you cannot put that girl through what we have to go through.
Edward tuned her out.
Jacob Black was sitting in the back row. Bella, he thought. Bella, don't do this. You can't leave me, Bella. You love me. We love each other and you know it. Remember the kiss? That wonderful kiss? Bella! No!
"I do." Bella looked at Edward and squeezed his hand, smiling nervously.
While the priest spoke, thoughts ran through Edward's head. Other people's thoughts.
Charlie: That's my baby girl! Renee: My beautiful daughter, marrying young, just like me. This will hurt her. I swear it will. Angela: Bella and Edward. Bella Cullen. Catchy.
"Do you, Edward Cullen...."
Edward tuned out all the voices. This was his and Bella's moment.
"I do."
Bella was crying. Hiccuping, too. In happiness.
"You may now kiss the bride."
Edward embraced Bella, and they kissed.
There was a thundering pound of footsteps and a slamming door as Jacob Black sprinted out of the cathedral.
"Bella Cullen," Edward whispered when they broke apart.
Bella smiled. Pure joy shone from her face.
"Bella Cullen."
Anyways, good job... I think. I have no idea anymore.
Bella would have felt bad inside (like she was being torn in two, probably), but since it's written in Edward's POV, I couldn't show that.... Sorry, I just felt obligated to explain.
