An alarm very loudly sounds and my eyes jump open. I hear Edward groan and slap the off button forcefully. I roll over with a laugh to see that he looked very agitated. "It scared me too." I admit with s giggle. "Good morning from Paris." He says while rubbing his face. The clock displays 8:00 am. "What time does the wedding start?" I ask him. "11:30. We're being picked up by a limo at 10:30." He says while climbing out of the bed. "There's a breakfast buffet downstairs. We should probably eat." He says while running his hand through his hair. His lips were plumper than usual, swollen from the early morning. Only pair of boxers hung dangerously low on his hips. His clothes must have magically disappeared during the night. "Okay." I say while getting out of the bed. It wasn't cold, so I was okay. He slips on a pair of sweatpants and a plain shirt. "Are we going eat like this?" I ask with a laugh. "Yeah, I mean, who cares?" He chuckles while flipping his messy hair.
We both walk up to the buffet barefoot. Everyone who is eating looks really dressed up and proper. I hear Harry trying to hold in his laughter behind me. "It was your idea to come down here looking like hobos." I whisper and he bursts into hearty laughter. "I didn't know that everyone would be dressed up." He laughs and his eyes twist. I laugh along with him. "We look great in my opinion." He says with a smile. "Totally." I say as we finish getting our desired food. He grabs three cartons of orange juice while I make myself some coffee. I sit with him at a small table. "That's a lot of orange juice." I observe. "Yeah. I like orange juice." He shrugs. I hold in my laughter and sip my vanilla flavored coffee.
I brought my backpack into the giant bathroom and changed into my red dress and slipped on my heels. I love the way this dress hugs my body shape. I applied my makeup and fixed my hair and then stepped out. Edward was dressed in black dress pants, a fitted black button up shirt, and a red bow tie. "Wow." I say with a smile. He turns to me, he must have not noticed I was standing there. "Wow." He smiles back. "Don't you look nice." I said while raising my eyebrows. "Me? How about yourself?" He says while raising his eyebrows also. We both laughed and I walked over to him to stand in front of the giant mirror on the wall. He pulls out his Polaroid camera and takes a mirror picture of us. "I love Polaroids." He says while examining the picture. "So do I." I say while putting the company camera in its bag and throwing it my shoulder, he does the same. "Wow, we look like high class photographers." I laugh." "Cause we are." Edward winks with a charming smile. "We're only hobos at breakfast buffets." I point out. "Shut up." He laughs and I join in. Man, those dimples really are irresistible.
We wait outside the hotel for the limousine. It pulls up, and the driver opens one of the many doors for us. Edward climbs in first, making it to where I have to climb over him. "Sorry." I say apologetically as I finally sit down. He chuckled quietly. The limo is empty, "Is this a private limo?" I ask him. "Yeah." He says while opening some champagne. "Would you like some?" He asks. "I underage." I say while holding my hand up. "How old are you?" He asks while furrowing his eyebrows. "Twenty." I laugh. "Wow." He says while sitting back and sipping on champagne. "My birthday is in less than a month though." I say while looking out the window. "Good." He says. I could tell he intended it to be quiet, but it wasn't really. "I'm going to have to stay near you, I'm not very fluent in my French." I explain. "Fine by me." Edward says in a laid back tone. Our limo approaches the wedding.
"Oh my god. Edward it's huge." I gasp as I gape out of the window. "I told you." He points out. This might actually be too high class for me. The limo driver opens up the door and Edward gets out. Sweetly, he holds out a hand to help me. The limo drives away as a woman frantically runs up to us.
She asks Harry something and he responds with "Oui," which is yes in French. The wedding is outdoors, so I'm thankful for that. That means the photos will have great natural lighting. The display is huge! There are hundreds on chairs, and there is a long pathway to a gondola full of huge, blooming roses. Vines are growing down each column - it is gorgeous. Behind the gondola is a large castle. The scenery is great. There is also a slight breeze, the best addition of it all, and the sun is shining beautifully because of a crystal clear sky. The woman quickly leads us to a small tent where there are other photographers. They didn't talk to us, so Edward and I sat very awkwardly. "Thank you so much." I say to him. "For what?" "Taking me with you here. I'm honored." I said. "No need to thank me." He replies.
A few seconds later, a man walks up to us instead of any other photographer, which was surprising, and he's dressed in a tuxedo. He looks around the age of thirty. Edward stood up, and grabbed my hand so I would stand up also. The man shook our hands as Harry and him held a conversation in French. I heard the name Aydelotte, so this must be the man that hired us. The man looks at me with a polite smile and says something to Edward, "He says he's very glad you could make it and that you look very stunning." He smiles. I feel my face heat up. "Oh... Tell him I said thank you." I squeak with a nervous laugh. They finish their conversation shortly, and Mr. Aydelotte gives me a polite nod, I nodded back. With a wave, he was off to finish putting together his wedding.
