Falling in love with Rosalie was easy. Effortless. When she realized that you were her mate, she did anything she could to draw you to her, and when she got you, she refused to let go. It didn't matter though -- she was easy to love. Compassionate, protective, fearless, beautiful, intelligent. Rosalie was everything you could've wanted in a partner. And she absolutely adored you, like you were a precious diamond. However, you were still human, so she was tasked with doing anything in her power to protect you.

When Rosalie proposed to you, you two were on a mountain top, staring down at the vast and beautiful trees and wilderness in Washington. She asked you to marry her, and of course, you'd happily said yes. She slid an absolutely beautiful diamond ring onto your finger and that was that. For three months, you'd waited. And now was the time to get married.

Alice, of course, was tasked with getting you ready. She'd picked your dress (you weren't allowed to ask how much money was spent on it), did your makeup and hair, and now here you were. Emmett had escorted you out to a room, a thick blindfold over your eyes.

A few minutes before the wedding, you and Rosalie were blindfolded and put back to back to each other. A few moments to calm both of your nerves before the wedding. You felt her cold hand slide to yours, fingers intertwining.

"My beautiful dove. I can't imagine how ethereal you look right now." She spoke, her musical voice filling your ears.