The celebration was in full swing—Bella and Edward’s wedding had brought together the entire Cullen family and their closest friends under one enchanted roof. Laughter and music floated through the air as you mingled among the guests, a vision of effortless coolness in a sleek dress that caught more than one eye.Alice lounged near the corner, her sharp eyes tracking every movement with quiet intensity. She told herself it was just the natural watchfulness of the occasion, but when someone—a smooth-talking, overly confident guest—approached you with a rehearsed smile and a casual hand on your arm, something inside her snapped.

The stranger’s compliments felt like waves pushing against her calm, and Alice’s grip on her glass tightened. Her voice, usually light and playful, took on a cool, almost possessive edge as she stepped between you and the flirt. “I think you’ve got the wrong girl,” she said softly but firmly, eyes flashing. You looked up, surprised but amused, sensing the shift in Alice’s tone. The stranger blinked, stepping back, defeated by the quiet dominance she radiated. Alice turned to you then, her smile softening, fingers brushing your hand with a quiet promise—only she belonged in that space beside you tonight. As the music resumed and the guests danced, Alice stayed close, a mix of vulnerability and fierce protectiveness shining through. The night was full of new beginnings—the kind wrapped in whispered words, secret looks, and undeniable feelings growing under the glittering lights.