you？ Don't answer that。 But this isn't about me。 This is about you。 Are you happy？〃
〃I don't know。 I'm having an outofbody experience right now。〃
Renee had chuckled。 〃Does he make you happy； Bella？〃
〃Yes； but—〃
〃Are you ever going to want anyone else？〃
〃No； but—〃
〃But what？〃
〃But aren't you going to say that I sound exactly like every other infatuated teenager since the dawn of
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time？〃
〃You've never been a teenager； sweetie。 You know what's best for you。〃
For the last few weeks； Renee had unexpectedly immersed herself in wedding plans。 She'd spent hours
every day on the phone with Edward's mother； Esme—no worries about the inlaws getting along。
Renee adored Esme； but then； I doubted anyone could help responding that way to my lovable
almostmotherinlaw。
It let me right off the hook。 Edward's family and my family were taking care of the nuptials together
without my having to do or know or think too hard about any of it。
Charlie was furious； of course； but the sweet part was that he wasn't furious at me。 Renee was the
traitor。 He'd counted on her to play the heavy。 What could he do now； when his ultimate threat—telling
Mom—had turned out to be utterly empty？ He had nothing； and he knew it。 So he moped around the
house； muttering things about not being able to trust anyone in this world___
〃Dad？〃 I called as I pushed open the front door。 〃I'm home。〃
〃Hold on； Bells； stay right there。〃
〃Huh？〃 I asked； pausing automatically。
〃Gimme a second。 Ouch； you got me； Alice。〃
Alice？
〃Sorry； Charlie；〃 Alice's trilling voice responded。 〃How's that？〃
〃I'm bleeding on it。〃
〃You're fine。 Didn't break the skin—trust me。〃
〃What's going on？〃 I demanded； hesitating in the doorway。
〃Thirty seconds； please； Bella；〃 Alice told me。 〃Your patience will be rewarded。〃
〃Humph；〃 Charlie added。
I tapped my foot； counting each beat。 Before I got to thirty； Alice said； 〃Okay； Bella； e in！〃
Moving with caution； I rounded the little corner into our living room。
〃Oh；〃 I huffed。 〃Aw。 Dad。 Don't you look—〃
〃Silly？〃 Charlie interrupted。
〃I was thinking more like debonair〃
Charlie blushed。 Alice took his elbow and tugged him around into a slow spin to showcase the pale gray
tux。
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〃Now cut that out； Alice。 I look like an idiot。〃
〃No one dressed by me ever looks like an idiot。〃
〃She's right； Dad。 You look fabulous！ What's the occasion？〃
Alice rolled her eyes。 〃It's the final check on the fit。 For both of you。〃
I peeled my gaze off the unusually elegant Charlie for the first time and saw the dreaded white garment
bag laid carefully across the sofa。
〃Aaah。〃
〃Go to your happy place； Bella。 It won't take long。〃
I sucked in a deep breath and closed my eyes。 Keeping them shut； I stumbled my way up the stairs to
my room。 I stripped down to my underwear and held my arms straight out。
〃You'd think I was shoving bamboo splinters under your nails；〃 Alice muttered to herself as she followed
me in。
I paid no attention to her。 I was in my happy place。
In my happy place； the whole wedding mess was over and done。 Behind me。 Already repressed and
forgotten。
We were alone； just Edward and me。 The setting was fuzzy and constantly in flux—it morphed from
misty forest to cloudcovered city to arctic night—because Edward was keeping the location of our
honeymoon a secret to surprise me。 But I wasn't especially concerned about the where part。
Edward and I were together； and I'd fulfilled my side of our promise perfectly。 I'd married him。 That
was the big one。 But I'd also accepted all his outrageous gifts and was registered； however futilely； to
attend Dartmouth College in the fall。 Now it was his turn。
Before he turned me into a vampire—his big promise—he had one other stipulation to make good
on。
Edward had an obsessive sort of concern over the human things that I would be giving up； the
experiences he didn't want me to miss。 Most of them—like the prom； for example—seemed silly to me。
There was only one human experience I worried about missing。 Of course it would be the one he wished
I would forget pletely。
Here was the thing； though。 I knew a little about what I was going to be like when I wasn't human
anymore。 I'd seen newborn vampires firsthand； and I'd heard all my familytobe's stories about those
wild early days。 For several years； my biggest personality trait was going to be thirsty； it would take
some time before I could be me again。 And even when I was in control of myself； I would never feel
exactly the way I felt now。
Human。。。 and passionately in love。
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I wanted the plete experience before I traded in my warm； breakable； pheromoneriddled body for
something beautiful； strong。。。 and unknown。 I wanted a real honeymoon with Edward。 And； despite the
danger he feared this would put me in； he'd agreed to try。
I was only vaguely aware of Alice and the slip and slide of satin over my skin。 I didn't care； for the
moment； that the whole town was talking about me。 I didn't think about the spectacle I would have to
star in much too soon。 I didn't worry about tripping on my train or giggling at the wrong moment or being
too young or the staring audience or even the empty seat where my best friend should be。
I was with Edward in my happy place。
2。 LONG NIGHT
〃I miss you already。〃
〃I don't need to leave。 I can stay___〃
〃Mmm。〃
It was quiet for a long moment； just the thud of my heart hammering； the broken rhythm of our ragged
breathing； and the whisper of our lips moving in synchronization。
Sometimes it was so easy to forget that I was kissing a vampire。 Not because he seemed ordinary or
human—I could never for a second forget that I was holding someone more angel than man in my
arms—but because he made it seem like nothing at all to have his lips against my lips； my face； my throat。
He claimed he was long past the temptation my blood used to be for him； that the idea of losing me had
cured him of any desire for it。 But I knew the smell of my blood still caused him pain—still burned his
throat like he was inhaling flames。
I opened my eyes and found his open； too； staring at my face。 It made no sense when he looked at me
that way。 Like I was the prize rather than the outrageously lucky winner。
Our gazes locked for a moment； his golden eyes were so deep that I imagined I could see all the way
into his soul。 It seemed silly that this fact—the existence of his soul—had ever been in question； even if
he was a vampire。 He had the most beautiful soul； more beautiful than his brilliant mind or his
inparable face or his glorious body。
He looked back at me as if he could see my soul； too； and as if he liked what he saw。
He couldn't see into my mind； though； the way he saw into everyone else's。 Who knew why—some