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Chapter One:

I was more nervous than I'd ever been in my whole life, and trust me, that's truly saying something. I hadn't actually been able to lay my eyes upon Edward since yesterday afternoon. Verbally ordered by none other than Alice Cullen. She was making sure we kept this as traditional as possible.

It was aggravating not to have seen his crooked smile, or hear him whisper hello to me this morning. Even though it was in a slightly irrational way, I missed him. Terribly. Luckily in one hour we would be together again. As the saying goes, never to part from this day forward. Forever. We had forever.

I was more ready than ever, and surprisingly excited. Of course I was still terrified of the actual walk down the aisle, but not of the commitment I was making to Edward. Never that. I just knew my klutzy tendencies, and tripping and falling, in front of all those people, on my own wedding day . . . I shuddered not being able to imagine the level of horror I would feel.

It was difficult, but I let it go. Alice had assured and reassured me everything would go smoothly. And like anyone with common sense would know, you never bet against Alice. If she said it, it was true. That was one of the great things about her, her sight had helped me in so many ways, saved me, and I had absolute faith in my best friend.

I'd have to considering that I've let her be in charge of my entire wedding. Including her doing my wedding day makeup, and Rosalie my hair. I knew she wouldn't try anything funny, not to bear the wrath of Alice, but I knew that she'd want to. I sighed, thinking of how the two of us would never be friends.

I would have Edward however, and that is all that really mattered. Thinking of him, I didn't have the heart to dwell on any negatives. Today I was getting married, and I was happy, pleased, and dare I think it . . . giddy even?

I did not feel like Bella, finally looking in to the full-length mirror. The anxiety from minutes ago had passed. I felt confident, determined, and ready for what was coming. I was Isabella today: serious, joyous, adult, and kind of beautiful looking.

My hair and makeup were already finished, and I had to hand it to my soon to be sister-in-laws, they had done an amazing job. The makeup was applied heavily, for the picture's sake, but somehow it still looked quite natural. A little foundation to smooth out my complexion, mascara to accent my eyes, done further by dark shadow, tinted pink gloss for my lips was the last addition. I clearly did not need blush, due to the fact that my cheeks were often stained red whenever I was around Edward.

Turning side to side, I saw my hair was pulled up halfway, with a large pearl-coated broche. The rest was hanging down my back in loose curls. Hair too small to fit back, framed my face softly. I looked amazing, for me anyways. Nowhere near Alice or Rosalie's level, but nice enough.

They were just shrugging me into my dress, and after zipping, and buttoning the back, they left to get themselves ready. There were no words . . . I simply adored it. It was colored the traditional white, but was in itself, not so traditional. The front was tight fitted, with lacy long sleeves, and a collar that covered her neck. After the beaded bodice, the bottom was loose, a simple soft silk.

Turning, I saw down the middle of my back, a giant slit of skin revealed. It stretched downward, almost to my bottom. It made me feel kind of sexy to have my back showing, and nothing else. It was different.

Again, there was never anyway I could compare to my sisters, or even Edward, but I looked the best I could, and there was nothing else to do about it. I knew I would still look out of place next to him, but hopefully not as much as usual. Hopefully, he would like it.

The girls walked in fully dressed. "He'll love it," Alice said answering my unspoken thought. She had clearly seen the moment of pain on my face. That eased on the fear a little. Like I said earlier, you never bet against Alice. But, it was my wedding day after all, and jitters were normal.

Renee, Phil, Charlie, Carlisle, and Esme all came to see me beforehand. There were tears, plenty of hugging, and wishes of good luck. Esme promised to me in a whisper that they would all keep their thoughts to themselves, to let Edward have his surprise. Carlisle had made Edward promise not to listen in on Charlie or Renee before he saw me. He agreed reluctantly, but knew if he didn't comply the Cullen women would give him hell.

Thirty minutes before I was going to take the plunge, Alice went still, signaling a vision was coming on. "Oh no," she gasped.

I was panicking now. Would I fall? Would Edward not like it? It was hard to ask her what was wrong, but I managed.

"I can't see anything!" That could only mean one thing that a werewolf had arrived.

We had invited Seth of course. After that battle in the clearing Edward and Seth had developed a rather unorthodox friendship. He told us he did want to go, but Sam would not allow it. Some of the pack, including Sam, did send their congrats, and a few gifts, but he did not think it was a good idea to attend.

So, before Alice even answered the knock at the door, I knew who it was. It could only be one person. Jacob Black.

"Hey leech- I mean hello Alice." Her eyes narrowed in greeting. "I need to talk to Bella for a few minutes alone if you don't mind," he continued ignoring the stare.

I could tell how strongly she wanted to argue that she did mind, but I interrupted her before she could begin. "Why not," I asked.

He was already here. Besides, deep down I still did want to be his friend, even if I wasn't in love with him anymore. I missed him, and maybe he was here to make amends.

"Fifteen minutes dog," she spoke icily, leaving the two of us alone. Rosalie followed silently after her. He finally looked at me. I could see the wonder and open interest in his gaze. It made me uncomfortable, and slightly angry. How could he look at me like that when I was about to marry another man?

"What do you want Jacob," I snapped. I had never heard my voice sound that cold before. He was instantly hurt by my tone, and I was instantly guilty.

"Thanks for the warm welcome Bells," he muttered looking at the floor. Well, he'd used my nickname, which usually signaled he meant no harm. I relaxed.

"Sorry Jake. I just . . . didn't expect you to . . . show up." He'd been away for months, avoiding me, and today he decides to make an appearance? He wasn't dressed for a wedding either, which meant he didn't plan on staying. I sighed in resignation. So this was our final goodbye?

"S'ok," he forgave me in typical Jacob style. I asked him much more gently this time the reason for his visit. It was best to get this over with as quickly as possible.

His head snapped up, eyes boring into mine. They were intense, pleading, hurt. I hated being the one who always did this to him. I just wanted him to be happy, and now he looked like he was going to cry. I walked over to him, embracing him in a tight hug.

"Oh Jake," my voice broke in despair. I had to let him go. I realized in the back of head that this was going to be similar to what I had said to Edward after the incident in Italy, except this goodbye was going to be permanent.

"I'm sorry, so sorry. None of this has been fair to you . . . I . . . want you to be happy Jacob, to move on, love someone who really deserves you. Don't worry, I promise that I will never bother you again, that you'll never have to hear from me. I don't want you in pain anymore. I'll miss you all the time, and I'll always care about you . . . but it's time now . . .to say goodbye I think."

I needed him to know that he'll always be my best friend, that I cared about him, but at the same time say goodbye. Jacob Black was no longer my Jacob. After a moment of silence I tried to continue, to reassure him. "And I'll be fine-" was all I got through before he abruptly pulled away looking startled.

He started speaking so fast, almost Edward fast, I had to concentrate a little more to catch everything he was saying.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, Bella! Please don't say that. Please don't say goodbye to me . . . I need you . . ." He trailed off.

"What other choice is there Jacob? You know what's going to happen," I began. We both knew Edward was going to change me soon after we were married. "What was it you said? That you'd rather see me dead? What is there to do about that?"

"I know, I know," his arms flung out helplessly, and he ran slightly unsteady fingers through his hair. "But I love you Bella, God do I love you. I do know a way, the only way we can still see each other."

What on Earth was he talking about? The way he said it almost made me think he was going to ask for a change himself, but he would never . . . I grew suspicious. "How," was all I asked.

In another abrupt movement, almost a jerk, he got down on one knee. At first, I thought he was in pain, by the quickness of his movement. I was alarmed. But then, he pulled out a little black velvet box, and opened it before me. There was ring inside.

A beautiful, old, almost tribal looking design of crisscrossing strands adorned the silver band. It was simple, polished, but not your typical kind of engagement ring. Apparently it was meant to be one. I felt light headed, like I couldn't breathe. Oh . . . my . . .

"Marry me," he requested.

My heart stopped.