Her silence is deafening, and for the first time since he's met her, he's glad he cannot hear her thoughts
At least he has no verbal proof that she's thinking about him, but the way she traces his charm is enough proof for him.
She insists that she loves him, wants him, wants this, forever, but she avoids everything that has to do with the wedding, with the future, and he wonders if this is normal.
He doesn't watch her sleep anymore. He doesn't let her know, but the hours he used to consider his personal heaven have now become his hell, and he's convinced her whispered words are his punishment for all the wrong that he's done.
So, he goes through the motions with her. He's not strong enough or self-less enough (it's frightening just how right he is) to do what he should, so instead he wraps himself in denials and weak declarations of her love (merely an echo of what it used to be, but how can he blame her when he is the ultimate cause of it all?)
The battle is raging within him; he knows he can prolong this no longer; he wants her forever because he simply cannot exist without her, but he can't deny that one of the many other reasons he wants to change her is because at least this will insure he will never have her (is there no end to his selfish monstrous ways?)
He can no longer tell her she's a bad liar because her skills rival his as they exchange their vows before Emmett (that should have been his first indication of her mockery of his wishes); it's only after she says 'I do' that he realizes his diamond – his heart – is missing from her bracelet.
He smiles as they enter their hotel suite. It's their wedding night, and he's prepared to keep the first of many dangerous promises to her. They've waited for this night for so long. It will be difficult, he knows, but this is what she wants – and he wants – so he's prepared to use every ounce of self-control and strength it's taken him a century to acquire to give her what she wants. What he wasn't prepared for, however, are her weeping questions on why he didn't come to the wedding.
It's only after his teeth sink into her neck and his venom enters her bloodstream that they both realize the grave – no pun intended – mistake they've made. Hers was that she did not know what she really wanted until it was too late, and his was that he knew what she wanted yet ignored it all the same (he always told her he was selfish – this is the first time she believes it).
It's been a year now and she still insists she loves him, wants him, wants this, forever, but the only person she has fooled is herself.
Maybe she does love him (he wants desperately to believe), but when was love ever enough?