BPOV

I just stared at him, I couldn’t help myself. I heard Alice babbling about something behind me, but couldn’t concentrate on it. The only thing I saw was this divine creature. He was tall and muscular, not as big as Emmett, though. His eyes were piercing green and smile absolutely breathtaking. I looked at his messy, bronze-colored hair, a little overgrown… Even that looked terrific. There was something about this guy that I couldn’t decipher, and I simply couldn’t take my eyes off him. He looked at me nearly as intensely, but it felt neither awkward nor distracting.

Then he said something to Carlisle and Charlie, excusing himself from their company, and the next thing I knew, he was walking towards me. I bit my lip nervously and tried desperately to find something else to do than stare at him like he was an apocalypse or something. He probably thinks I’m a complete freakshow. I succeeded in looking away right as he was about to approach me. I was now facing Emmett, who looked bored as hell. He was probably disappointed Alice was taken…

“Hi”, I heard a low, soft voice beside me. I gasped loudly, and regretted my reaction instantly. I slowly turned my head, just to face the most handsome young man I had ever seen. He continued before I had the chance to answer, “I’m Edward Cullen, Alice’s brother. You must be Bella?” I just stared at him, my eyes double the size they would normally be. I stammered with my words. “Y-yes, hi. So, Edward, huh? It’s – it’s been a while…” I tried to smile, but it probably turned out to be a horrible grimace. I felt my legs trembling and heart beating faster than was healthy. I was on the brink of a serious heart attack. And I probably sounded like a complete idiot, too. Hello, Edward Cullen, and goodbye. He would never grant me another look, let alone the astounding smile.

“Surely has… It’s good seeing you again, though”, Edward smirked and it took all of my self-control not to faint right then and there, “you ready for a few hours of pure torture?”

I couldn’t help but break into laughter. Torture, indeed. It would be excruciating, trying to keep my eyes away from him. “Not a big fan of weddings?” I guessed. He looked thoughtful for a while and nodded then. “The last wedding I attended to, I had to waltz and tango around with ten different aunts of some sort, average age being 50, for nearly three hours. So yes, I might say weddings are not my favorite occasions.”