The wedding fell upon us like a day none of us will ever forget. When I say none of us, I do not just mean the Cullens. I mean the entire town. It was a beautiful ceremony, which left many in tears. It was an incredible reception. There were flowers everywhere- white lilies with pale blue and light purple roses. Most were brought in from other cities and towns to make sure there were enough to cover everything. It was decadent and fancy to say the least.
The cake was five tiers high, each of a different flavor, and the style was exquisite. It was white and round, and covered in flowers that matched the decor. Even the spaces that didn't have flowers over it was decorated with dots, frosted ribbons and other extravagant decoration. The cake was beautiful and extreme.
Of course the entire town was there. This was probably the worst part of the whole thing. Being around a bunch of humans the most of the day, as the affair took up most of the afternoon and evening. The smell tends to burn your throat with an aching thirst, and the more humans you are around the more unbearable it gets. Rosalie insisted it be a huge event, however, and this meant that the entire town attend. So we all went on a huge hunting trip right before the wedding and dealt with the thirst. To be honest, we were so busy with everything, it wasn't too hard to shove the thirst to the back of our minds and deal with everything wedding related. Rosalie's wedding was like a circus- a million things going on at once.
The band played perfectly and it was obvious that no expense was spared in the quality of the table cloths, the napkins or the silver. The wedding was the talk of the town, and had been for weeks. In fact, this caused quite a problem for the Cullens.
To be fair, it wasn't only the wedding, but our presence lately had caused a stir in town because our growing "family" and its oddness was starting to bother people. We had tried to remain low key for most of our time here, but the high class wedding blew that plan out of the water. Any last threads of normalcy we had left after Rosalie and Emmett joined our group were gone once we threw their fancy ball-style wedding.
We decided it was time to pack up and move. Carlisle says he knows of a great place on the other side of the country. We were going to be west coast vampires for a while. There is a fairly uncrowded area of Washington called Hoquaim, where it rains and stays cloudy more often than not. This sounds like a great place for us to settle down for a while.
We will need to pack quickly, as the buzz around town is growing rapidly about where our money comes from and why we are all so odd, why we act certain ways and where Emmett came from especially. Apparently our cover story regarding Emmett wasn't as good as we thought. In fact, I should probably get busy packing now, as Esme might try and help, and I don't want to hurt her feelings if she doesn't pack my books just right. I am a little particular about the way I like them packed, as we have moved so many times now. I am getting used to it. So until another time then.
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