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Eclipse, page 614:
"I've got so much to do! Go play with Edward. I have to get to work."
She dashed out of the room, yelling, "Esme!" as she disappeared.
"Esme!" I called running down the stairs to where she stood in the kitchen, "You're not going to believe it! Well, yes you will, but I'm going to tell you anyway." I jumped up and down in delight, singing, "Bella said YES!" Esme stared at me for a second in surprise, and then happiness broke across her face like the sunrise.
"Alice, that's wonderful! And I assume by the bouncing that you're in charge of arrangements?"
"Of course! And there's no time to lose, either. Bella's deadline is August 13th." Esme looked puzzled by that, but I didn't have time to explain. "She set a few rules for me to follow. Nothing I can't handle though. I do love a challenge!" I grinned at her.
"Where are Bella and Edward?" She looked hopefully over my shoulder, "I want to congratulate them."
"They left. We have far too much to do and I saw that having them hanging around the house would just make matters more difficult. Bella would be embarrassed with all the fuss and Edward would be grumpy."
"Alright then, I'll speak with them later. How can I help you?"
"Well, Emmett is going to officiate, so he'll need help writing the ceremony." She nodded her head in complete agreement. "If you and Carlisle could help him with that it would be appreciated by everyone. Please remind him to go ahead and get the license off the internet so he doesn't wait until the last minute and whatever you do – for the love of God do not let him write the service himself!"
"I'll get Carlisle on it straight away."
"Thank you. Now let's see," I ran down the list of wedding requirements in my head and picked out the ones Esme would be most helpful with. "We'll need to decide on flowers and decorations, order the food, and have dresses made." The rest of the afternoon was spent poring through bridal magazines and websites, calling designers and florists we liked the looks of for quotes.
When Emmett and Rosalie came home we told them the news. Emmett was especially proud of his part in this. "Cool!" he shouted, absolutely beaming, and ran up the stairs to work on getting his license. Rosalie moved to follow him, but I caught her by the wrist and pulled her in close to whisper, "Your job is to confiscate the service he writes and burn it. Make him do the one Carlisle helps him with. I don't care what lengths you have to go to, but do this one thing for Edward. Please." I begged.
She looked at me for a moment before grinning conspiratorially and nodding her head. "Don't worry about Emmett, I can handle him."
I grimaced as a flash of her 'handling' Emmett ran behind my eyes. "Yes, Rose, I know you can." She winked and then stalked off to find him.
Still shuddering slightly, I turned back to the computer and the fifteen pages of invitations I had open. Esme reappeared over my shoulder to offer opinions, and we quickly decided on a formal ivory set with layers of petal-printed tissue. They were fancier than Bella would choose for herself, but the company offered a quick turn time and they had lovely matching thank-you notes. That order was placed, and we moved on to flowers. "White, definitely. This needs to be a white wedding." I flipped through pictures faster than a human eye could have kept up with, looking for just the right ones to use in Bella's bouquet.
I was so lost in concentration on the screen that Carlisle's soft voice nearly startled me. "What are you going to have them say?"
"Have who say?"
"The flowers will say things?"
He chuckled. "And here I though no one could surprise you." Pulling another chair over, he sat down beside Esme. "Yes, it was very popular during Victorian times to attach certain meanings to flowers. It was starting to fall out of practice when Edward was a young man, but I'm sure he would have been taught what they meant. Before you decide on which ones you want, you need to decide what they will represent."
Without even thinking I blurted out, "Purity, virtue, and true love."
He laughed out loud. "Well, you almost got your wish for white. Purity and virtue are white roses and lilies, but true love is a red rose. Interestingly enough, white and red used together also represents unity."
"Perfect!" I jumped out of the chair and gave him a hug. He stood to go, but I had another thought. "Edward thinks Bella smells like freesia, so I'd like to work that in somehow as well. Freesia doesn't mean anything like 'I want to eat my bride' does it?"
"No, that's a fairly new species so I doubt it has any specific meaning at all. You should be safe with that one." He walked away still laughing and muttering something about "just Google it."