Forbidden

I Do, I Don't

I got up early next morning and lent my uncle a helping hand. By night fall it was felt that the preparations were all complete. Today was the wedding day. People are to arrive at four in the afternoon. The reception of the marriage party was scheduled at 8 P.M.  

It was a day of hectic activity. A big canopy was set up for the reception of the marriage-party. It was tastefully decorated with paper buntings. A big gate was got ready. Special arrangements were made for dinner in the adjoining. Confectioners set to work preparing nice dishes to be served to the marriage party. The front of the house was beautifully fitted with electric bulbs. Everyone was busy. No one even thought of eating breakfast.

I stayed up all night talking with Edward on Facetime, it got interesting really quick. I didn't want it to end at this rate. We stayed until 3 in the morning talking on the phone. We talked about everything until it got super sexual. More like extremely sexual. I had no idea how horny he gets. Or even that he gets this sexual like damn. It was definitely a night to remember. He got so upset that I wouldn't unzip my hoodie. Was he out of his mind. Like absolutely not would I do that. He looked so sexy with his messy hair and cute pajamas on. He looked so comfortable around me like he wanted to be so open with me all the time.

I can't get him off of my mind. His smile, his jokes, even when he gets annoying. His laugh was like bells. It was so soft, which is strange because he's so big and his voice is so deep.  Alice dragged me into the bathroom to get me ready.

"Hold still Bella, if you want this to go smoothly you'll have to sit still!"

I sighed in defeat as I let Alice continue to pull and tug ant my hair without complaint. Why was I so unhappy? This should be the most exciting day. The thought of that was making me feel uncomfortable. Why did my brain have to make me so difficult? How could I even think about Edwards problems? The problems from day one we talked about.

"For goodness sakes, do you want to be burnt by this curling iron?"

"Sorry Alice I'm just...anxious is all. Nervous I guess you could say."

"Well don't be," She said while simultaneously spinning the vanity chair towards the mirror, "you look amazing."

I stared at my reflection for what seed like hours in disbelief. Alice had truly once again worked her styling magic. She had curled my hair in loose waves, pulled back into an up-do with random strands hanging around my face in the right places, not something I'm used to. Generally I do all I can to stay out of the lime light and avoid at all costs speculation on myself. Maybe this was what I was dreading? Just the thought of that made my stomach do back flips. I have trouble walking around school without occasionally coming face to face with its sidewalk, much less in four-inch heels and a dress with a train probably the same length as the isle itself.

Just then a knock on the door broke me from my thoughts. Alice abruptly ran to the door to keep it closed.

"The process of removing weeds from one's garden." My mom said walking in

"Who used to say that?" Alice asked

I thought for a minute, "oh nana, remember whenever someone would get married." I told her

"Oh right."

A blur of vivid, brilliant red streaked across my vision as Sibley flipped the dress over the back of the door. It hung limp from the hangar, like an ominous silken scarf. I unhooked it and cringed at how little fabric there really was. I had never worn a strapless dress before, how was it supposed to even stay up?

"On, Bella Put the dress ON."

Sighing, I carefully unhooked it from the hanger and slipped it over my head. It was snug, falling mid-thigh. I felt half naked. The way the silky folds of fabric wrapped around the front and were tucked under my arm reminded me of  how my mother use to wrap herself in a towel after a shower.