“Or any of us, really? We’d burst into flame as soon as we walked through the door.” “Can you imagine this little witch in a church?” he crowed. It doesn’t have to be in a church, if that’s what is giving you pause.”Įdward had been mindlessly tapping out an aria on the piano, and the keys made a discordant clang as he collapsed against them with laughter. “Or you could even get married at city hall. She and Carlisle were at their best when they were conspiring against me. “There’s a beautiful church close by,” Esme chimed in. “Although with how much you enjoy planning Rosalie and Emmett’s vow renewals, I’m surprised you don’t want that for yourself.” “It doesn’t need to be a large ceremony, Alice.” Carlisle had told me this more than once over the years since Jasper and I had joined the coven in 1950, he’d made it his mission to pronounce us man and wife, as though he were the pastor and not his human father. Really, it wasn’t Jasper who pushed for marriage. We didn’t need rings to symbolize our commitment and the promise of eternity. In reality, marriage was something we’d discussed before and dismissed every time. I pretended not to hear him and fixated on buttoning my gloves rather than acknowledge their banter.īecause it was partially true: From an outside perspective, I’d kept Jasper waiting on the subject of marriage, like he’d done to me before we met. But at least you finally agreed to marry him and put everyone else out of their misery,” Edward snorted, too far above the concept of romantic love to fully understand it. She’s been waiting for this day for ten years. “She’s such a mother,” Rosalie sighed as she watched Esme retreat. I’ll make myself useful and go see if the boys are ready.” This is your day, and I’m not being particularly helpful with talk like that. “Jasper’s had enough colorless days in his life.”Įsme nodded, her expression the vision of remorse. “Let her be, Esme,” she chastised gently. It was Rosalie who surprised me by understanding my thinking immediately. “You may look back on this in fifty years and regret not wearing a wedding dress.” She was used to my eclectic fashion sense by then, but my choice of attire on that day caught her off guard. I wore green, the color of renewal and growth pink, the color of safety and nurturing blue, the color of trust and yellow, the color of hope.Įsme smiled with confusion when she saw me for the first time. Looking back on it, I realized I didn’t share the full set or the story here, so I’m posting it now as a record of something I’m still really proud of. While this obviously isn’t canon, it’s become my personal lore for my portrayal of Alice.Īt the time, I posted a link to where the photo album and accompanying text live on Facebook. This was my take on what I thought Alice and Jasper’s wedding might have looked and felt like in 1958. In 2018, I shot and wrote a visual essay called I Felt Hope: A Twilight Love Story.
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