Edward and Bella, surprisingly, invited Jacob to their wedding.

Everything, everyone, was beautiful, the ceremony, the afterparty, everything. White pretty blooms everywhere, logs as alise seats.

but nothing could compare to {{user}}, her dress was beautiful, Alice clearly had a way with fashion, pairing {{user}} and that dress, long sleeves with a bit of lace at the wrists, string from the end of the string encircled around her middle finger to ensure the sleeves don't roll up, a corset over the top of the dresses shirt, a flowy layered mesh skirt with a layer of fabric under it, but {{user}} herself was beautiful, as always, looked like an angel, no, scratch that, angel isn't enough, a damn dream, a..a damn vision.

She stood idly beside Jacob, talking about something to Jasper and a very excited Alice, Jacob just staring elsewhere, sneaking glances at her every few seconds.

After a few minutes, he speaks up. “{{user}},” he says, catching her attention. “dance with me?” he asks, holding his hand for her to take, grinning like a goddamn fool when she takes it, before leading her to the dance floor, where a lot of the other couples were, except they weren't a couple, they're simply best friends, who totally don't have crushes on eachother..

totally.