That Truly Is Amore

We laced Alice up into the most important dress she would ever wear. It was higher than only the dress she bought that fateful day in the mall when I met Edward. That day will forever be the best day of my life. The beginning of everything bright and happy. The beginning of Bella and Edward.

The two names were synonymous now, apparently. We were salt and pepper, peanut butter and jelly, Simon and Garfunkle.

And as I laced up Alice's super extravagant dress all I wanted to do was run and find Edward and beg him that if we were to ever get married we would elope. I wanted him to take me to Vegas. To honor the way we met we could have our wedding pictures taken in a photo booth.

Jasper had proposed that night, despite all of the drama we were later informed of. His proposal was flawless and the ring was gorgeous. As was the best man.

I felt abundantly blessed to be the maid of honor alongside such a dashing best man. Such a dashing boyfriend.

Edward was absolutely perfect. It was like he was custom made for me. He was a perfect match. I always thought it was corny when people referred to their loves as their 'better halves'. Edward is my better half. He completes me.

He can watch the Notebook and not whine about watching a girly movie. He can cook relatively well. And for some bizarre, inexplicable reason, he's in love with little old me.

I haven't quite figured that one out yet, how could I deserve Edward Masen? Somehow I must've pleased some higher power, because life hands some lemons and hands others Edwards. I got an Edward.

Life was good.

"How do I look?" Alice asked, doing a little twirl for me and Rosalie and her little sister, Cynthia. We were all bridesmaids, subjected to Alice's bridezilla outbursts and crying stints. It wasn't all that bad, Alice actually didn't go overboard. I was shocked.

We were probably the only bridesmaids on the face of the planet that didn't feel the need to complain about our dresses. Alice had chosen sage green and ivory as her colours—I'd been reprimanded when I'd called them green and white—and so her dresses were a beautiful, creamy off-white with sage coloured sashes and embroidery.

She and Jasper—more like she—had settled on an outdoor, garden wedding. There were flowers everywhere. They had spent a small fortune alone on the florist alone.

"You look gorgeous, Alice!" Rosalie exclaimed, rushing forward to embrace our petite friend.

Alice looked close to tears, so I quickly grabbed the tissues so I could catch her before she ruined her makeup.

"I've been planning this day since the third grade," she said with a slight sob.

"Yep, it's been a long time coming," I teased, dabbing under her eyes so her mascara wouldn't run.

"I can't believe I'm going to be marrying Jasper," she gushed, grabbing the tissue from me.

"Mrs. Mary Alice Whitlock," I nodded, "sounds like a good Southern belle."

"Shut up," she said, throwing the tissue at me.

I giggled and watched as Alice turned a pirouette in front of the mirror. Her beautiful gown fanned out around her.

Alice's mother stuck her head through the doorway.

"It's almost time!" Mrs. Brandon called excitedly.

Alice squealed and bounced up and down on the balls of her feet.

I smiled at her as we made sure everyone was looking perfect.


I won the bet. The one I'd made so many months ago with Emmett.

Jasper did pass out before the ceremony. He seemed to be doing alright up until Emmett made some wisecrack about something going wrong and Alice leaving him at the alter—which wouldn't happen in a million years, Alice was hopelessly devoted to the man—but Jasper turned green and then really pale and he dropped like a sack of nails.

I would've been funny if it weren't fifteen minutes until the ceremony.

We finally had Jasper propped up in a chair before Mr. Brandon walked in with a bottle of Jack Daniels.

Thank God. I think we all needed a drink.

Jasper looked mortified that he was practically unconscious in front of his future father-in-law.

"Oh don't look so bashful, son," Mr. Brandon said, "I threw up in one of the potted plants in the foyer of the church when I got married."

Jasper gave him a halfhearted smiled and eyed the bottle greedily. I was fairly sure that Alice would notice if Jasper showed up to their wedding, completely smashed. I made a mental note to moderate his alcoholic intake for the morning.

Even though I felt like I needed a stiff drink myself…

I stuck my hands deep in my pockets to reassure myself.

"We've got ten minutes," Emmett said, looking at the clock on the wall.

The ceremony was being held outdoors in the gardens. We were all in matching white tuxes—as per Alice's request—with green cummerbunds and bow ties. I thought we looked ridiculous, but when Emmett and I had told Jasper of our qualms of wearing our groomsmen's getups, he told us to take our opinions and put them where the sun doesn't shine.

We shut up, but still felt like idiots.

I felt like a leprechaun in the green and white with my red hair. Or some bizarre Christmas ornament.

I just wanted to see Bella. Wearing the ridiculous tux would be worth it once I could see Bella. I wanted her to be by my side.

But at the moment, I had to deal with Jasper who was looking slightly calmer, but still green around the gills.

"You need to calm down," I told him sternly. "Stop worrying."

"But what if—" he started until I cut him off.

"Would you quit with the 'what ifs' already?! Jesus, man, you're getting married today—this is supposed to be the happiest day of your life. Let yourself be happy!" I said, shaking his shoulders.

"But—"

"No buts," Emmett said hauling Jasper to his feet, "everything's going to be fine. You're marrying Alice today. It'll be a great day. The ceremony will be over before you know it."

Emmett's perspective of a quick ceremony was probably skewed. He'd married Rosalie only a month ago. He and Rosalie had known each other since we'd all gone to college together, but they'd dated for four rocky months ending in one very unexpected elopement.

For the longest time, Bella, Alice, Jasper and I had been convinced that they hated each other and that their relationship had been purely physical. But apparently we were wrong.

"Alright, gentlemen," Mr. Brandon said, clapping his hands, "it's time to get married."

"Deep breaths, Jazz," Emmett instructed as we walked outside to go get Jasper married.


The bridesmaids were walking out of the country club into the gardens, so Rosalie and I were stealing glimpses of the boys from one of the windows before the ceremony. Alice has been sequestered by her mother so that her mom could talk to her before things got started.

I caught a glimpse of Edward and my breath caught in my throat. He was stunning. His skin looked luminescent in his white tux, and the green set off his eyes perfectly and contrasted beautifully with his messy, auburn hair.

I was once again struck by how beautiful he was. How in the world did I get so lucky?

Rosalie was staring at her husband, twisting her wedding band around nervously.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"Can I tell you something?" She asked.

"Of course," I said very seriously. I may be horrible at keeping secrets, but I was always ready to lend a friendly ear.

"I think I'm pregnant," she whispered in my ear.

I squealed and hugged her, "Have you told Emmett yet?"

"I don't even know if I really am yet, I'm going to the doctor tomorrow…but I didn't know how to tell Emmett," she said softly.

"I'd go with, 'Hey, Emmett you're going to be a daddy'." I told her.

I loved the way her eyes sparkled when I said 'daddy', but her smile faded, "We just got married, we haven't even been married for two months yet!"

"So," I said.

"So!" She shot back at me. "What if he doesn't want the baby?"

"How could he not want a baby? Emmett will be overjoyed!" I exclaimed. Even through some of the more immature crap Emmett pulled, you could tell that he adored Rosalie. And he was practically born to be someone's father.

Rosalie smiled and jumped up and down a little.

"Oh, I can't wait until the baby is born!" She exclaimed, probably thinking off all the cute things she could dress this poor kid up in, and thinking about all the good things none of the bad—like labor or dirty diapers and midnight feedings.

"What baby?" Alice asked, skipping over to us.

I really hoped that Rosalie hadn't intended to keep it a secret…

"I doubt it's Bella's baby unless it was the second immaculate conception"—I scoffed—"so I guess Rosalie's the one with a bun in the oven."

"Way to take something beautiful and make it sound crude, Alice," I said, rolling my eyes.

Rosalie blushed, "I'm not positive yet—I haven't gone to the doctor yet."

"Oh, you're going to have a baby. I know things, I can tell," she said in a cryptic voice. I stifled a hysterical giggle. Alice was such a cornball.

"It's time girls, line up," Alice's mama called to us, breaking up our little powwow.

We positioned ourselves in our line. The flower girls—two of Jasper's younger cousins—stood at the front, their baskets filled with white rose petals held carefully in front of them.

Cynthia was behind them, then Rose then me. I glanced over my shoulder at Alice who had taken her father's arm. I winked at her and she winked back.

The music started playing and we were off.


We walked out stoically, lining up behind Jasper. I stood directly to his left, Emmett beside me and Jasper's uncle, Carlisle, was beside him.

Jasper was breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth, studying the tops of his white dress shoes. I clapped him on the shoulder and gave him a reassuring nod.

The music started and my eyes snapped to the center aisle as the girls started to pour out of the main building.

The flower girls were first, spreading petals over the aisle.

Rosalie came next and I heard Emmett exhale beside me. I smirked a little.

And then Bella was there, stunning in her bridesmaid dress. It wasn't every day that I got to see Bella all dolled up, so my eyes drank it in. Her curves hugged by the outfit that perfectly matched mine. I suddenly didn't feel so ridiculous in my tux.

Bella gave me a shy smile and I smiled in return.

I was so mesmerized by Bella that I hadn't noticed anything else going on until I heard Jasper mutter, breathless, "Dear Lord, Almighty."

I looked to Alice who was beautiful in her floor length ball gown. No wonder Jasper was stunned.

She smiled at him and kept walking, looking like she wanted nothing more than to break free and run into his arms. I smiled and stared at them enviously. I noticed Bella trying to catch my eye and she winked. I grinned back.

She blushed.

We continued flirting with each other through the ceremony. We played our parts perfectly, Bella handed Alice her little note card with her vows and I didn't lose the rings.

It was beautiful and at the end of it, Mr. and Mrs. Whitlock were announced to the crowd to cheers and wolf whistles.

The bridal party all matched as we walked arm in arm down the aisle.

Bella and I were first behind Alice and Jazz. I was so relieved when she wrapped her arm around me. I couldn't resist kissing her.

"I promise, this will be us one day," I whispered without thinking, I was a little high from the wedding hubbub.

She blushed and smiled at him, "I'll hold you to that promise."

I grinned as she kissed my cheek and we walked down the aisle.


We had to take pictures in the gardens, which wasn't half bad because I was always paired with Edward and he made the most painful things fun.

I was giddy from Edward's little promise after the ceremony. Did he really want to marry me? Were we ready to take that step?

I shrugged off those heavy thoughts and concentrated on smiling pretty for the pictures. I was sure Alice would have my head if I looked pensive instead of blissful in her wedding snapshots. So I plastered a smile on my face and thought about Edward.

Once my eyes were burning from the flashes, we went inside the country club for the extravagant reception. Alice never did anything half-way and her wedding was definitely over the top.

The flowers were everywhere inside the country club. I was glad that I'd remembered to take allergy medicine that morning.

"So, how's the maid of honor doing?" Edward asked, coming up behind me and offering me a champagne flute.

"The maid of honor is tired," I told him, sipping my champagne. "What about the best man?"

"The best man is content now that he can actually hold the maid of honor," Edward teased, planting a kiss on my exposed collar bone. My heart sped up and my cheeks felt like they were on fire. Edward chuckled quietly.

Jasper and Alice made their grand entrance while everyone cheered once again and then they made their way to the dance floor for their first dance as a couple. They chose "You and Me" by Lifehouse. It was sappy and cliché but still made me cry.

Edward held me tightly and I couldn't help but think that had I not had him I would've been a wreck on Alice's wedding day. I would've been lonely and emo and awful, but I was in Edward's arms as he crooned the song to me and we watched the Whitlock's dance. Nothing in the world could be better. This was as close to heaven as humans could get.

After their first dance was over the other couples were invited onto the dance floor. Edward pulled me out despite my protests.

He held me tightly against his chest and I didn't even worry about stepping on his toes. We just swayed to the music, holding each other as some other sappy love song poured through the speakers.


I wondered if Bella could tell that I was sweating and shaking. My palms were clammy. If she could tell, she wasn't letting on that she did. I hoped she couldn't. I was calm, cool collected Edward. Nothing flustered me.

Except Bella.

She made my heart pound in my chest.

I wanted her.

Forever.


The song ended and Edward led me to the table where the bridal party was to sit. He pulled my chair out for me, ever the perfect gentleman. He smiled at me, but it didn't reach his eyes.

"Are you alright?" I asked him.

His smile faded but then came back a little, "I'm fine, love. Don't worry about it. I'm feeling a little ill but it's probably just the bottle of whiskey that Alice's father shared with the groom and groomsmen before the ceremony."

I giggled, it did sound like something Mr. Brandon would do. I wondered if Alice knew that her father had given her husband alcohol before their wedding. "Maybe you should sit down and drink some water."

"I'll just go to the washroom and splash some water on my face," he said, leaning down to plant a firm kiss against my brow.

I watched him go, hoping that he was alright.

Alice came and sat next to me. She had a plate full of finger foods—mainly ham biscuits and Oreo truffles—in hand.

"Rose told Emmett about her big news," she said, daintily stuffing an entire ham biscuit in her mouth.

"How'd he take the news?" I asked, stealing an Oreo truffle.

"Oh, he's been wanting to get up to the mic on the DJ stand to announce it to everyone but Rosalie threatened to castrate him if he did, so I guess it's safe to assume he's ecstatic."

I laughed. "That's good; their baby will be well loved."

"And well spoiled," Alice said proudly. "Auntie Alice and Auntie Bella will give her all the candy she can stomach and buy her expensive toys and—"

"What happens when Auntie Alice and Uncle Jasper give this baby a cousin—and why are we aunts and uncles? None of us are related."

"Shut up, Bella. I've always planned on teaching my children to call you Auntie Bella."

"Great," I muttered.

Alice punched me in the arm, "I'm serious. When Jasper and I have kids you and Edward are going to be Auntie Bella and Uncle Ed."

"If he hears you calling him Ed, he'll be upset," I told her. Edward hated any variations of his name. Edward was Edward and nothing else.

Alice laughed evilly and Jasper joined us at the table, carrying his own plate off food. "Where's Edward?"

"Washroom, he's feeling the effects of the liquid courage Mr. Brandon gave you guys before the service," I teased.

Alice's eyes narrowed, "Daddy didn't. He promised me he wouldn't."

Jasper glared at me over Alice's head and drew his finger over his throat, "Bella's just kidding."

"Let me smell your breath," Alice demanded.

"You just kissed me not five seconds ago; wouldn't you have been able to taste it?" He asked.

She narrowed her eyes at him, "Fine. You're off the hook."

He sighed and then kissed her again, quite passionately. I turned away to give them some privacy, wondering why the heck Edward was taking so long.

I stood up to make my way to the buffet tables. I was super hungry because I hadn't eaten anything besides some peanut butter M&Ms at Alice's house that morning. I wanted some meatballs something fierce.

Once I was out of line I went to go sit with Rosalie, who had the same idea as me: eat as much of the free food as possible. Though she seemed to be taking the idea to the extreme.

"Emmett keeps bringing me all of this food," she said, staring at her plate, "he's being so sweet I can't bring myself to tell him that I was full after the first fifteen ham biscuits."

I laughed, "I'll help you eat it if you help me find Edward. He was going to the restroom but I haven't seen him for the last fifteen minutes."

She waved Emmett over, who was back in line at the buffet, "Everything ok, Rosie?"

"Go find Edward, Bella can find him," she ordered.

"Ok, sweetheart," he said and then disappeared into the sea of people.

I made the noise of a whip cracking and rolled my eyes at Rosalie.

"Go ahead, tease." Rosalie said, eating one of the fourteen meatballs piled high on her small paper plate.

"It's just so funny, you've got that man so whipped," I said.

She smiled and shook her head.


The door to the bathroom banged open and Emmett came in.

"Where have you been? You've got a lonely girlfriend out there. And good food that you haven't even touched," Emmett said.

I groaned and rolled my eyes.

"I feel like I'm going to throw up," I mumbled.

"I didn't think you had any of that stuff Mr. Brandon gave us," he said, confused.

"I didn't."

"Then what's your issue, man?" Emmett asked, leaning against the row of sinks.

"Can you please keep a secret, Emmett?" I asked, though I doubted he could.

"Sure man," he said.

I locked the door to the bathroom and then put my hands into my pockets.


"Maybe the men's bathroom is a vortex," Rosalie said, chewing thoughtfully on a chocolate-covered strawberry.

"Maybe," I sighed. I rested my chin on my fist and stared at the dance floor.

Both Emmett and Edward had been gone for about an hour. Rosalie had resorted to calling Emmett's cell phone. He hadn't answered yet.

"Give me your phone I'm calling Edward again," I demanded petulantly.

I dialed and held it up to my ear. Emmett answered.

"Hey," he said.

"Where the heck are you two?" I demanded.

"We ran to the supermarket to get some Pepto-Bismol for your boyfriend," he said.

"Is he alright?" I demanded.

"Yeah sure, he's fine," Emmett said, though I didn't believe him.

I hung up and threw Rosalie's cell phone to her.

"Everything ok?" She asked.

"No," I replied, "they went to the supermarket to get medicine because Edward isn't feeling well. They could've come and told us at least…that way we wouldn't have been worrying."

"They're men; lack of foresight is in their genetic makeup."

I sighed and popped another Oreo truffle in my mouth. I'd probably eaten about fifty of those little things. I was going to get fat. I didn't care because Edward wasn't there. Forget him.


"Is everything ready?" Emmett asked.

"Yeah," I said, taking a deep breath.

"You want me to go kidnap your girl?"

"Sure," I said.


"Bella!" Emmett said, running up to me.

"What's the matter?" I asked, my heart started to race and adrenaline made my blood feel cold.

"Something's wrong with Edward!" He said.

"Where is he?" I demanded, getting up from my seat and almost knocking my chair over in the process.

"Outside, in the gardens. He just kept asking for you," Emmett said.

I ran past him to go find Edward. I knew he wasn't feeling well, but was he alright? What if he'd passed out would I be able to carry him inside? Oh God, what if he died? What would I do if Edward was gone?

I ran faster, surprised that I could run in heels and a dress and not fall.


Bella came around the corner, breathless and utterly beautiful. My heart leapt into my throat and I stared at her—forgetting everything that I wanted to tell her and just captured by her wide, brown eyes.


Edward was fine.

He was standing in the middle of two tall edges that had tiny blue flowers peaking out of the leaves.

"Are you alright? Emmett said something was wrong," I said, out of breath.

"Nothing is wrong," he breathed quietly, "I'm sorry if we scared you."

I laughed histrionically. "I almost had a heart attack."

"I'm sorry, love," Edward said, walking forward to embrace me.

"It's alright," I said, burying my face into the crook of his neck and breathing in the scent that always clung to him, that was so uniquely Edward.

"I just wanted to ask you something."

"What is it?"

He sunk to one knee, and took my hand into his.

"I love you, Isabella Marie. With every fiber of my being. I love you. Please, Bella, will you marry me?"


"Of course," she breathed.


"Of course."


I had a ton of people beg me for at least an epilogue for this story. So I wrote it. So there. :P

There is a link to Alice's wedding dress in my profile. As well as a recipe for Oreo truffles. Which are amazing. I'm serious. I could eat one every second from now until the day I die and not get tired of them. They're so good.

And the last link that I'll put in my profile is to the bridesmaid's dresses. If you don't look at any of the other links, please look at that one. It's a customized sketch by a very amazing artist who does amazing fashion designs. She's really great and I really want you guys to go check out her design for the dresses. It's pretty awesome. Thanks, Sista.

And if you want to read more of my stories, go check out FORTUNE COOKIES which is my latest full-length story!