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THE WEDDING MINI WEEK: 
13th July || Day Three: the bride. 
I was looking for him. For a brief second, I wasdistracted by the profusion of white blossoms that hung in garlands from everything in the room thatwasn’t alive, dripping with long lines of white gossamer ribbons. But I tore my eyes from the bowerycanopy and searched across the rows of satin-draped chairs—blushing more deeply as I took in thecrowd of faces all focused on me—until I found him at last, standing before an arch overflowing withmore flowers, more gossamer.   I was barely conscious that Carlisle stood by his side, and Angela’s father behind them both. I didn’t seemy mother where she must have been sitting in the front row, or my new family, or any of the guests—they would have to wait till later. All I really saw was Edward’s face; it filled my vision and overwhelmed my mind. His eyes were abuttery, burning gold; his perfect face was almost severe with the depth of his emotion. And then, as hemet my awed gaze, he broke into a breathtaking smile of exultation.  Suddenly, it was only the pressure of Charlie’s hand on mine that kept me from sprinting headlong downthe aisle.  The march was too slow as I struggled to pace my steps to its rhythm. Mercifully, the aisle was veryshort. And then, at last, at last, I was there. Edward held out his hand. Charlie took my hand and, in asymbol as old as the world, placed it in Edward’s. I touched the cool miracle of his skin, and I was  h o m e.

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There’s a tremendous amount of time left over when you don’t have to sleep. It makes balancing your…interests quite easy. There’s a reason why I’m the best musician in the family, why – besides Carlisle – I’ve read the most books, studied the most sciences, become fluent in the most languages…Emmett would have you believe that I’m such a know-it-all because of the mind reading, but the truth is that I’ve just had a lot of free time.