Author’s Note: SEQUEL’S UP! FINALLY GAHAHAHAHAHA *laughs sycophantically* Go and look for the linky on my profile! It’s called…

**CONFESSIONS OF THE CERTIFIABLY INSANE**
Sequel To Cullen International Corporation

BUT WAIT!! Before you guys go… I got quite a few reviews for the last chapter saying that they wanted to see the bridesmaid’s reactions to the arrival of Edward. Because I’m kind of bored and I have nothing else to do… here it is! I'll keep it short and sweet..

Edward

The nanosecond I arrived at the manor Bella told me about, I could feel about half a dozen pairs of eyes staring at me. I did get recognized, occasionally, but this was rather unsettling. I swilled my champagne around, concentrating on a disturbingly shaped topiary bush. It kind of looks like a pile of deer droppings if you tilt your head to the right, but it also resembles a couple copulating in an interesting position when you tilt to the left.

Where was Bella, anyway? I scanned the area for her, but she still wasn’t here. It was a nice place, with neatly trimmed bushes here and there and fairy lights draped over everything. I'd already chatted to Carlisle (with said eyes watching hungrily) for a while and Bella was still nowhere in sight. Strangely enough, the place had an air of panic, as thought something was very, very wrong. I didn't bother to ask what.

‘Do you think it really is him?’ someone behind me hissed. I sighed inwardly. I heard faint rustles of fabric, loud shushes and some nervous giggles.

‘Of course! I recognize him… it’s Edward Cullen!’

‘Do you think she was telling the truth?’

‘Of course not!’ a girl who was obviously the leader snapped. ‘It must be a coincidence. She must’ve known he would come here. Carlisle has connections, you know… it is his manor, after all. She's lying, trust me. I mean... Bella Swan-' my ears pricked up. '-a girl like her, dating him?' she let out a derisive snort.

I'd heard enough. I turned around, and the bridesmaids froze, mortified. ‘Is there a problem, ladies?’ I asked pleasantly, trying to mask my irritation. I’d just been on a plane for ten hours, I was severely jet-lagged, I was exhausted and they were getting on my nerves.

‘I… er…’ one stuttered. ‘Sorry, sir - I mean…’ she cast the tallest among them a desperate look. The taller one rolled her eyes expressively and stepped forward.

‘Hello, sir. I’m Tiffany. We were just wondering, sir.’ she purred, batting her eyelids. ‘Why exactly are you here?’

‘For the wedding, of course.’ I replied, baffled. ‘There is going to be a wedding, right?’ If I'd travelled all this way to attend a non-existent wedding...

That Tiffany girl (I was beginning to dislike her more and more) shot the bridesmaids a triumphant look.

‘Oh yes,’ she let out a shrieky laugh. ‘But… is there a chance that you might know a certain… Isabella Swan?’ she tittered, and the rest of the bridesmaids laughed along with her.

I was getting really, really annoyed by now. And also starting to realize why they were acting so oddly. ‘I do, actually. Very intimately, actually.'

The tall one looked staggered. ‘I… um,’ she trailed off, at a loss for words. The rest of her bridesmaids posse stared, gob smacked.

‘We’re dating, in fact,’ I said icily, giving her a glare. Tiffany recoiled slightly, looking embarrassed at being chided in front of those other bridesmaids.

‘Isabella Swan? Bella?’ Tiffany reaffirmed. ‘Are… are you sure?’

‘Why yes, I’m pretty sure.’ I sighed. ‘Have you seen her? I’m supposed to meet up with her here…’

‘Erm… no…’ Tiffany took a step backwards, cheeks flushing dully. ‘I… um…’

‘If you’ll excuse me…’ I stepped past her, leaving behind six shocked bridesmaids.

Author’s Note: Don’t know if that was enough but it was fun to write, anyway… :D Alright, now go check out the new story!! YAY! Reviews are greatly appreciated (for the other story, I mean, although if you want to review this chapter I won’t stop you ;)