So here we are again. I'm sorry for the delay, but life has gotten so much busier. I've started playing soccer which takes up 3-5 nights a week [plus training to make the colleg team], plus everything I was already doing before, and getting ready for college, but I do have a good bit written so hopefully updates will be pretty regular. Thanks SO much to everyone who stuck through all of NYF and are here reading this! I hope you guys enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I still don't own twilight.



"You look amazing, Bella," Alice said, a smile lighting her face as her gray eyes slid over me.

I glanced down at the yards and yards of white, and tried to smile. I was pretty sure it didn't work. I turned to the full length mirror in the hotel's fancy dressing rooms. This dress wasn't me. It was huge, it was sparkly, and it was something I never would have picked out for myself. My skin shimmered in the low light of the room, my hair was curly and shiny.

I looked like a bride, I had to admit that much.

But every girl has a dream of their wedding day, and what it'll look like, and what they'll look like. And this wasn't mine. It didn't fit that dream at all.

"Are you okay?" I heard Alice ask behind me.

"Bella?" Rosalie chimed in.

I turned to them, my hands shaking. "Can one of you get Edward?" I asked, my throat dry and scratchy.

They looked at each other, their smiles fading.

"Uh, of course, no problem," Alice said, and even in my nervous-about to-throw-up haze, I'm surprised that she doesn't rattle off something about it being bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding. Instead she leaves the room in a hurry, and I can hear her heels tapping away outside the door.

Rosalie reached out and grabbed my hand. "Bella? What's wrong?"

"I feel like I'm going to throw up," I told her honestly, and then I sit down on the floor. In my wedding dress. If Esme was here right now she would kill me.

"Just breathe, Bella, it's just nerves."

And it was nerves. Because outside of this dressing room was a huge ballroom full of people waiting for us. Mostly people I didn't even know, and they were all going to turn and stare and watch as I walked up in the aisle in this dress that I hated.

The door opened again, and I looked up. Alice is holding onto Edward's arm.

He looked amazing. Black tux, green vest under it, making his eyes bright and beautiful. His hair is even styled, not so unruly.

"Alice, Rose, can we have a minute?" he asked, studying me, sitting there ion the floor in my wedding dress.

They both nodded quickly, anxious to get out of there before I really had a breakdown. Once they leave and shut the door behind them, Edward comes over and sits down next to me. I can't help but think idly that he's getting his tux dirty.

He reached out and grabbed my hand. "What's wrong, Bella?"

"I hate this dress," I told him, reaching out with my free hand to clutch a handful of white satin. "And I always wanted to get married in the fall, in October or November. I wanted to get married in a church, and I wanted to have the reception outside, or at least in a tent, where you can see the leaves falling. I wanted a simple, elegant, pretty dress. I wanted people I actually knew, and not a room full of strangers."

I looked up at him, meeting his green eyes. "Edward. I can't do this."

His eyes flickered over my face, and then he nodded. "Okay. We won't do this then."