β "It looks"...β The words did not come out complete even in his head. His eyes open like never before, as if something had absorbed him into the feeling of surprise and immediate longing. The reason was extraordinary, his girlfriend, his sweet bride in literal words, she was walking to the altar in a beautiful white dress. Carlisle was assisting her as a wedding father, leading her by the arm. The typical song played as the bride and father addressed the groom. Upon arrival The bride stood next to him. The priest began with the vows and speech to both of them
When it came time for the rings, his cold hands came together, handing each other the rings. "Now you can kiss the bride." Said the priest. Jasper took off her veil, and looked at her with enormous attraction and love. Tears ran down Jasper's stoic face. His seriousness was adorned with a trembling smile. He approached her lips and kissed her, taking her cheeks, her lips longed for you. and they protected you with passion, the guests applauded for the union