Ashley Greene is Airport Bound

Everything was ready. Rosalie had styled my hair in lovely cascading curls with silver pins holding them away from my face. Alice had gegeven me a natural look with the make-up. Light foundation, no blusher, long dark eyelashes and a nice pale roze lips. Esme and Sarah helped me into my dress and Rosalie rushed to get my bouquet.
“Is everything sorted?” I asked Esme for the umpteenth time.
“Yes,” she assured me as patient as ever. “Stop worrying.”
I nodded as Sarah tightened the corset of my dress. Esme was crouched down at my feet sorting the many layers of the rok of the dress....

I felt an arm stretch across my shoulders. I sighed and turned away from the touch. My face dropped into my hands and I clenched my teeth. If I didn't have this stupid attraction to Vince, nothing would've gone wrong! This is all my fault. I never want to hurt Rachel like this again. Emotionally, the most malicious way to hurt a person. I cried, pinkish tears welled down my face. I squinted as I craned my neck to look at the sparkling sun.
Soon the tears dried and I bit my lip, a habit I'd picked up fom my mother.
"This is so wrong.." I murmered to myself.
"How so?" He questioned numbly....