Rose (Book IV) | Rosalie Hale

6 | Wedding Bells

6 | Wedding Bells

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 Rosalie had been dead a long time. She'd seen things most never had the chance to see, and still she found herself standing at the bottom of the steps with her lips parted in amazement.

Gliding down the steps toward the aisle, Willow's hair was pulled into a small braided bun with curls framing her face. Her lilac dress stunned many taking their seats in preparation of the wedding, flowing in the slight wind that filled Rosalie's nose with her scent. Her legs were smooth, disappearing under the flower of her dress, and her clumsy feet were in small heels.

Rosalie's crest hung from Willow's neck as it should, complimenting the highlight across her face and the paleness of her features. Alice had done an amazing job on her outfit, hair, and make up. Almost as if she had seen Rosalie frozen here at the bottom of the steps in a vision.

Willow twirled her maid of honor flowers lazily, a mix of whites, greens, and soft purples.

"What does a girl gotta do to get a burger around here?" She groaned, stopping at the last step as Rosalie chuckled. "I just tried to make a sandwich and Alice told me she'd drop kick me to Texas today if I dare smear this lipstick."

"Hm." Rosalie chuckled and met Willow before she could step down, leaving her a little shorter for once. "I have to agree with Alice. You look way too angelic to screw around with a sandwich, Darling."

Willow moaned quietly at her words. She smirked at Rosalie's rolling eyes, sneaking her hands over Rosalie's shoulders.

"I could screw around with something else to sm—"

"Willow!" Alice hissed, appearing at the door behind them. "Do not mess up Rosalie's hair! You're crushing your flowers!"

Willow pulled back and whined, stomping her heels in protest to touching her mate. She pouted and looked down at her bouquet, fixing the little petals.

"The jasmine will live. My God." She muttered quietly. "I hate this. I hate weddings."

"You hate weddings?" Rosalie's eyes widened slightly in surprise. "Since when?"

"Since Bella decided to have one."

"Hm."

"Yeah." Willow rolled her eyes. "Bruh. I get Alice is a whizz, but jasmines are pure and oleanders are poison. They shouldn't be together."

"You know a lot about flowers." Rosalie narrowed her eyes.

Willow blushed. "We're flowers, so I . . . I don't know. I like looking up your name and plants are pretty. Like you."

"You're pretty as well." Rosalie whispered, kissing her cheek. "Like a pretty flower, my love."

"You know, sweet talker, when we have a wedding, I don't want to see any of these flowers. I'll get PTSD. I want roses and willows. Wolfbane too so I can smack a bitch if I need to. Because our wedding is about us and that's that."

Rosalie smiled. Flashes of Willow in a wedding dress crossed her mind, then their children.

"You can have whatever you want." She paused. "Within reason! It's my day too and I'll have demands."

"As long as I get my taco bar." Willow turned and cupped her hands so she was sure Alice would hear her. "With a cheese fountain! Get me some crawfish to sauce up my dress."

"Alice is laughing. I don't think she's going to let us do that." Rosalie took Willow's hips and grinned. "But after you graduate, we'll talk about it in your future. I don't want you to get married the second you can. You should go to college and live your life first."

"The only life I want to have is with you, Rosie." Willow whispered, pecking her lips carefully. "You're all I need. You and Monday. Dead or alive."

Rosalie narrowed her eyes at Willow's innocent smile.

"Alive." She emphasized, pulling Willow closer by her hips and kissing her softly.

Their soft kiss took a quick turn as Rosalie's nose filled with Willow's scent. Even over the flowers and multiple humans moving around the room, her focus locked on Willow's intoxicating aroma. Her nails dug into her hips for a short moment before slowly sliding around to hug her waist.

Willow whimpered quietly, holding Rosalie's cheek and turning her head to deepen their kiss.

A loud cough broke them apart, making Willow's face turn pink when she noticed Edward standing there.

"I feel as if I have to remind you this is Bella's day." He flickered his eyes between the two. "So please control yourselves and no—" He looked at Willow pointedly. "Interruptions."

"Like?" Willow raised her brows.

Edward sighed. "I understand you've been grieving and emotionally, not always put together. Bella knows this, but I know she' prefers you keep your interruptions—"

"The only interruption here is when I take a chisel to your tiny grape-sized stone balls, Virgin Marcus." Willow growled, baring her teeth at the vampire for interrupting.

She stepped off the stairs and grumbled under her breath, storming off down the aisle.

"Bitch. Sister-fucker. Asshole. Dead guy."

Rosalie sighed and sent Edward a look.

"Uncalled for." She said, crossing her arms. "You know how difficult it was to even agree to her being in the wedding. She's grieving Bella today."

"It's not a funeral. It's our wedding."

"She's losing her sister."

"It's a celebration!"

"She obviously doesn't feel that way. She's doing her best to give Bella the support she needs."

"Half our cousins heard her screaming earlier, Rosalie." Edward uttered under his breath. "She's having nightmares that I can't read. Alice is having trouble seeing why her future keeps changing, and the only constant that is being no help is Lavender. Are you sure Lavender is telling the truth?"

"I believe her." Rosalie nodded. "I have no reason not to. Not when she is so connected to Willow."

"You need to be careful with that." Edward pursed his lips and fixed his tux. "She thinks you're interested in Lavender."

Rosalie blinked. She hadn't seen that coming.

"What? No, she doesn't." She protested.

"It crossed her mind multiple times when I was at Bella's. I heard Charlie ask her where you were and the thoughts that crossed when she said Lavender wasn't a peek into them being friends. She thought about biting her earlier over Lavender eating the last watermelon cube in the kitchen."

"I'll talk to her." Rosalie sighed, rubbing her temples. "It's a misunderstanding."

"Willow doesn't have control of her emotions. We've seen that, so please—please—no interruptions." Edward whispered.

Rosalie glared into the back of his head as he turned around and walked down the aisle to prepare for Bella. She watched Willow take her assigned place and anxiously pick at her flowers.

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