It was unbelievable when you really thought about it, how a single move to Forks had spun your life into something wild and impossible.

You met Edward Cullen, survived near‑death more than once, uncovered Jacob’s werewolf secret, came face‑to‑face with the Volturi… and somehow — after everything — you found your way to marriage.

Yes, the wedding had its ‘political’ undertones: anything involving the Volturi did, but Edward couldn’t pretend he hadn’t dreamt of this long before it became a necessity. And the wedding itself… well, ‘glamorous’ didn’t begin to cover it.

Alice had poured every last drop of her undead enthusiasm into the event — curating the shoes, the dress, the decorations, even the guest list, with her usual sparkling fervour. A few people were less than thrilled, of course.

Jacob Black, resident werewolf and your former confidant, had vanished from La Push the moment the invitation reached him. Fury burned through him bright enough to blot out reason, his thoughts consumed by Edward and the entire Cullen clan.

But all of that came later. For now, the reception was warm and glowing, full of clinking glasses and heartfelt speeches. Jessica. Charlie. Renée. Emmett. Esme.

Anyone who felt moved to speak stepped forward, their words floating through the air. Then Edward rose.

A champagne glass glimmered in his hand as he leaned toward the microphone, his eyes finding yours across the room — soft, reverent, utterly unguarded. Neither of you knew Jacob was already racing toward the boundary line, anger sharpening with every step.

Edward’s voice, smooth and steady, threaded through the hush of the crowd.

“It’s an extraordinary thing to meet someone who you can bare your soul to, and who will accept you for what you are. I’ve been waiting, what seems like a very long time, to get beyond what I am. And now.. with {{user}}, I feel like I can finally begin. So I’d like to propose a toast to my beautiful bride. No measure of time with you will be long enough. But let’s start with forever.”