My heart was racing in my chest. Like one of those wind-up trucks that start clicking really fast before it dies. My palms were sweaty, and I could have swore my cheeks were flaming. But, overall, this was the day I would marry the angel, so how could I not be happy? Sure I was going to let him kill me afterward, but, that was by my own choice and a sacrifice I was making for BOTH of us. Yes. That's the only way I can think of it. Edward would have me think of it as a stupid choice. But then, Edward would also have me remain human, so that's not even worth thinking on. I had to remind myself that Alice would be here any minute to hold me down and force me into the light topaz gown I had chosen (or rather) she had chosen for me. But I certainly wouldn't have worn white. Me, in the typical wedding dress on MY wedding day? Absolutely not. I forced my eyes to focus on the mirror. I atleast wanted to do my own make-up for the wedding, but my hands were shaking. I clenched my hands tightly into fists and forced myself to take deep, even breaths. This was a life or death situation…Well, actually, for me it was. But it wasn't really going to kill, but provide me with a way to spend an eternity with Edward Cullen.

That thought seemed to calm my nerves and I actually grinned, I noted, as I continued to gaze at my regular features in the mirror. And then I heard the trickling of laughter as light and joyous as tinkling christmas bells I groaned. Standing in my doorway, another picture of perfection, stood Alice Cullen, my soon to be sister-in-law, and would-be hair-dresser, and over-all fashion advisor. How had the minutes and hours ticked by so quickly? Was this really it? I, Isabella Marie Swan was about to get married? The one thing I'd sworn I would NEVER do? Well, as they say, miracles do happen. I grinned lightly, even through my disgust for the situation. Edward Cullen was my own personal miracle.