Today marked the much-anticipated day of Bella's wedding, a day filled with excitement and nervous anticipation. When I woke up that morning, I found Bella already by the window, as if she hadn't slept at all. She had explained to me that she had a nightmare, but she was clearly troubled by it, and wouldn't go into details. The shadows under her eyes betrayed her lack of rest, a fact that Alice would surely notice and scold her for later.

Alice had invited me to join Bella at their house to get ready for the wedding. A few weeks after Bella announced her engagement, my Grams and I went shopping together. We found a lovely dress for me, and she picked out one for herself as well.

Once we arrived at the house, Bella headed straight upstairs to change into something more comfortable, as Alice was going to be doing her makeup and hair. I quickly followed behind Bella but made my way to the bathroom to shower and prepare myself for the wedding.

It took me an hour to complete everything I needed to do in the bathroom. My hair was wrapped in a towel, and I had another towel wrapped snugly around me. When I opened the bathroom door, a small cloud of steam billowed out and quickly dissipated into the air. Standing there, waiting for me, was Rosalie, her presence both striking and unexpected.

"Rosalie," I greeted her with a smile, surprised to find her waiting outside the bathroom.

"Alice thought you might want some help with your hair and makeup," Rosalie offered, returning my smile warmly.

"I would love that," I replied sweetly, touched by the thoughtful offer. I rarely get the chance to be dolled up, and it would be nice to look the part for such a special occasion.

Rosalie smiled warmly and led me back into the bathroom. With surprising efficiency, she sat me down on a chair that seemed to appear out of nowhere. Upon the platform where the wall-length mirror was, sat three makeup bags, a hair dryer, and various other accessories were already laid out, ready for use. I couldn't help but feel excited about the transformation that awaited me.

Rose began with my makeup, expertly selecting natural nude shades to complement my features. I preferred a subtle look, not flashy or bright, and she understood that perfectly. As she worked, she suggested adding a hint of purple pigment to my eyeshadow. After some gentle persuasion, I agreed, and the touch of colour brought a subtle pop to my eyes.

Next, she moved on to my hair. I watched in amazement as her hands skilfully parted sections, blow-dried, and curled each strand with precision. It was clear she had done this countless times before. The movements of her hands and the gentle hum of the hair dryer created a soothing atmosphere. She transformed my hair into soft, cascading waves that framed my face beautifully.

"Done," Rosalie whispered softly, her hands gently releasing the final curl of my hair. I lifted my eyes to the mirror, and my face lit up with amazement. Turning my head slightly, I admired the top section of my hair, elegantly pulled back and secured with pins so discreetly hidden that they were invisible to me. The rest of my hair cascaded down in a gentle twist, adding a touch of sophistication to the overall style.

The lower half of my hair flowed in soft, natural waves, seamlessly blending with the pinned-back section above. Together, they formed a harmonious union of effortless elegance, framing my face and enhancing my features. I couldn't help but marvel at Rosalie's skilful hands and how she transformed my hair into a work of art. It was a hairstyle that perfectly complemented the occasion, making me feel ready and radiant for Bella's special day.

"Rosalie," I said softly, her name trailing off as I looked at her in awe. Turning fully towards her, I expressed sincerely, "I love it," meaning every word that escaped my lips.

"You're very welcome," she replied, her voice angelic as she smiled warmly. "Emmett also wanted me to give you something," she announced, briefly leaving the bathroom. She returned moments later with a black velvet oblong box, typically used for necklaces.

She handed it over with a gentle smile, the velvet box feeling soft and luxurious beneath my fingertips, sparking a giddy feeling inside me. Carefully, I opened the box and nestled on a cushion lay a stunning amethyst necklace, elegantly shaped in a triangular design. I gasped in awe as I marvelled at the brilliant gem.

"Is that real?" I asked in astonishment, my eyes darting up to meet Rosalie's amused gaze. Her laughter echoed lightly.

"It is," she confirmed, her laughter fading into a warm smile.

"I... I can't accept—"

"Yes, you can," Rosalie interrupted, her voice firm yet gentle as she carefully removed the necklace from its cushion. The silver chain followed suit as she moved behind me. With practised hands, she unclasped it and delicately placed it around my neck, ensuring not to disturb my hair, her masterpiece.

Rosalie returned to stand in front of me, placing her hands gently on my shoulders. She turned me towards the mirror, and there, around my neck, hung the sapphire necklace. It dangled gracefully, resting halfway down, the length just perfect—not too long, not too short.

"He's lucky to have you," Rosalie spoke softly, our eyes meeting in the mirror. There was no hint of resentment or animosity in her gaze. "I'm glad he's happy. He talks about you a lot." Her words meant a great deal to me. I was a bit worried that she might see me differently now that I was with Emmett, but she seemed genuinely happy for me.

"I'm lucky to have him... to have all of you," I declared, feeling their presence had become an integral part of who I was, and I cherished it deeply. "Thank you, Rosalie," I replied warmly, my expression softening.

"You are truly beautiful," Rosalie began, smoothing out a strand of my hair. "I'm almost jealous," she added, her tone playful, making me chuckle softly at her words.

"No one compares to your beauty," I replied swiftly, knowing she was indeed in a league of her own. She smiled widely at my comment. "I'm sure Bella would love you to do her hair," I suggested, arching an eyebrow at her.

"I'll go ask," Rosalie responded. I could see in her eyes she wanted to offer to help Bella on her day.

Without another word, Rosalie stepped toward the bathroom door, opened it, and walked through, heading to where Alice and Bella were. I turned back to the mirror and giggled at my reflection, admiring the amazing job Rosalie had done.

Suddenly, heavy footsteps echoed in the hall, and then Emmett's large frame appeared in the mirror. His eyes locked onto my reflection as he leaned against the bathroom door frame.

"You like it?" His voice was deep, his eyes flickering to the necklace before returning to my reflection.

"How did you know what colour I was going with?" I narrowed my gaze before spinning on my heels to fully face him.

"I might have had some help from your Grandma," Emmett replied with a smirk.

"It's beautiful, Emmett," I responded, raising my hand to touch the gem, feeling its cool surface beneath my fingertips. "You shouldn't have," I murmured, letting my fingers fall from the gem.

"I wanted something pretty for my girl," he said, his deep voice making my knees weak and my heart race. The flush on my cheeks probably blended in with my blush, but to him, it would be probably noticeable. "Because she is the most beautiful person right now," he said, his words slow and deliberate, drawing out each one. As he pushed himself away from the door frame and made his way over to me. By the time he finished speaking, he was standing right in front of me.

I found myself grinning like the Cheshire Cat. Without a word, I rose up on my tiptoes and planted a soft kiss on his lips. He deepened the kiss, his hands finding their way to my waist and pulling me closer with his strong grip. But the kiss was fleeting, and as I drew back from his lips, I found myself gazing into his golden eyes.

"I can't mess up Rosalie's masterpiece," I remarked, noticing a faint nude lip stain on Emmett's lips. I chuckled before raising my hand to his lips and gently wiping away the lipstick with my thumb.

"I'll see you later," Emmett stated, his gaze lingering on mine.

"Save me a dance," I replied with a soft tone. Emmett chuckled in return, nodding his head before leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on my cheek. He released his hands from my waist, spun around, and headed out of the bathroom.

I turned back to the full-length mirror, placing my hands on the sink and leaning on it for support, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. That young man had a knack for knowing which buttons to push and exactly what to say to make me feel like the only girl in the world.

But my thoughts kept on Emmett, contemplating the future once again. Before I let those thoughts take over, I stopped myself. Today wasn't the day to burden Bella with my concerns. I was determined to focus on happiness, and I was.

My own could wait...

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