The woman I used to be would’ve lived out her dream wedding in Central Park with a simple gown and only her closest family and friends there on her special day.

But that woman was nearly gone, the only remains of her laid in the two women sitting in the room with her picking at her hair, straitening out the wrinkles in her dress. The only remains of her laid in the two men standing outside her door waiting for the moment they got to walk her down the aisle.

The only remains of the happy go lucky, fun loving, free spirited Bella Swan laid in the one person who could make her smile. The one person who wasn’t here on her special day. The one person she hoped and prayed would be there.

No.

The woman staring back at me was no longer any of those things. The moment I stepped out of the room, over the threshold I would have to hold tight of the memories of everything that used to be and smile. Smile like my life depended on it.

I would have to become the picture perfect trophy wife, I’d spent the past two years trying to become.

Stay or go.

Go or Stay.

"Bella, now, before it's too late."

We got on the highway going north out of the city, and I honestly had no idea what he had in store for our little trip. I watched idly out the window as we drove through the northern suburbs. The soft classical music he seemed to enjoy was filtering out of the speakers and he hummed along as he drove. “What no blindfold?” I asked as he looked over at me and smiled. “I said it was a surprise, not a secret. Although, I may have packed one in my suitcase for later,” he replied with an over-exaggerated wink. 

I don’t know what it is about the Cullen men, they all think that they are funny. 

When we crossed the state line into Wisconsin and headed west, I was at a complete loss as to where he was taking me. And, he was refusing to play into my suggestions.

“Dairy farm?” “You think I would take you to see cows for a romantic weekend. I’m insulted.” “So you admit that this is a romantic weekend?” “I can neither confirm nor deny that statement,” he deadpanned as hestroked his thumb over the back of my hand.