Disclaimer: If I owned it, I wouldn't be writing this… plot is mine though.

If anyone cares for a soundtrack, here are my suggestions:

Matthew Good – Avalanche

Deathcab for Cutie – Cath…

Prologue

In the back of her mind, she always had an idea what this day would be like. Sure, they had never had the chance to talk about it all those years prior, but she had an idea in her head of what she considered her perfect day—white dress, a small bouquet of wildflowers from their meadow, family only, and just him waiting for her at the end of the aisle. She couldn't help but scoff at her own musings. 'How very independent and progressive of you, Bella,' she thought. She glanced out the small window of the church's side room where she waited silently for her father to come escort her down the aisle to her future husband.

A sad smile spread across her lips as she moved closer, stepping into the blinding light filtering from the sun. She reached her hand up and placed it against the warm glass. Sunlight sparkled off the diamond engagement ring on her finger, and she closed her eyes to hold back her emotions. Today was about moving forward. They couldn't stay stuck in the past anymore. This was happening. After today, she would be married.

"Bella?"

Swallowing the lump in her throat, she turned to see Jacob entering the room. He paused in the doorway and just stared at her for a moment. He'd never seen her look so beautiful before. He closed the door behind him and reached up to scratch the back of his neck.

"You look real good, Bells."

She shrugged. "You have to say that. You're one of my best friends," she attempted to joke.

He shook his head. "No, I'm serious. He's a lucky guy." Jacob sighed. "I know I haven't always supported you two, but I just wanted come in here and tell you that I'm happy for you. I know things haven't been easy for either of you." He walked over and pulled her into his arms. "I know I made things hard for you for a while, but I just want what's best for you."

Bella nodded, tears threatening to ruin the makeup that she had been coerced into wearing. "Thank you, Jacob," she whispered.

Jake smiled. "It's going to be weird. I can't believe you're moving to England." He chuckled. "How on Earth did he manage to talk you into that?"

"Not so hard to believe," she countered, pulling back slightly. "I've always wanted to travel."

"You better come back and visit real soon."

Even as he said it, Jake had a feeling that wouldn't be happening. They'd get to England, and he'd probably never hear from her again. Before she could respond, the door opened again and Charlie walked in. He smiled at Jake.

"Everyone is here and seated. Just waiting on you, Bells," he said.

Jake walked out of the room, leaving them alone. Bella took a deep breath to calm her nerves before picking up her bouquet. Her father stepped forward and helped her pull her veil over her head. He squeezed her hand gently.

"Are you sure about this? Because it's not too late to back out," he suggested.

Bella glared at him. "This is what I want, Char," she paused before correcting herself. "Dad."

"Just making sure." He grinned and motioned toward the door. "Shall we then? There are a whole bunch of people out there. He has a much bigger family than I expected."

"I know. His parents were adamant that the whole extended family be here for this."

They walked out into the hallway and proceeded to the main hall. As they stopped at the entrance, Angela walked over to them. Bella was so grateful for her other best friend. Angela Webber was the only person from Forks High that Bella ever really felt comfortable with after everything that had happened.

"They're ready to start, Bella," she said. "Are you?"

The all too familiar feeling of knots in her stomach hit her, and she could tell a panic attack was forthcoming. Charlie frowned slightly. He could feel his daughter trembling, could see her breathing start to pick up. He pulled her close.

"Shh, Bells. Relax." He kissed the top of her head. "What's the matter?" He glanced helplessly at Angela.

Angela quickly moved forward, placing a hand on Bella's shoulder. "I think she's just anxious to go out in front of all those people. Right, Bella?" she asked, her tone rather pointed.

This seemed to snap the Bella out of it. It was like a switch was flipped. The panic replaced instantly with a strange, stoic sense of calm. She nodded her head and gave her father a fake smile.

"Yeah, sorry. Just afraid to trip in front of his whole family," she stated. "You know I'm clumsy, but they don't yet."

Sighing with relief, Charlie shook his head. "You're not falling on my watch."

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As she took her first step down the aisle, Bella kept her eyes to the floor. To those who knew her well, it looked like she was simply watching her step so as not to trip, but for Bella it was the only way to keep her fantasy intact. If she looked up, she might notice that the colors were all wrong and there were too many faces she didn't know surrounding her. It felt like the longest walk she ever made in her life. True to his world, her father kept her upright the entire time. He stopped in front of the priest, and Bella felt him kiss her cheek through the heavy lace of her veil. Next thing she knew, he was passing her hand over to her fiancé. His skin was cool against her clammy palm, ironic really. She felt his long fingers entwine with hers. This was it. The priest was calling her attention. It was time to stop the fantasy. She glanced up into his pale face. Sure there had always been the slight similarities between them, but this was not Edward. He was really never coming back.

Bryce simply returned Bella's gaze impassively. He knew exactly what she was thinking, who she was thinking of. He gave her a wink, and then returned his attention to the priest. If they didn't look, they could both keep pretending a little longer that they were marrying the person they wanted instead of each other.

(*)

Well, I guess we'll see if I still have it. This has been in my head for a while. This chapter is kind of from the midst of the story really, but I think it's an interesting way to lead into things.