In the quiet, misty forest clearing just outside Forks, Washington, Edward Cullen stood beneath a canopy of twinkling lights, his golden eyes locked on you. You were the girl who had turned his immortal world upside down.

Your love had grown slowly, like a flame protected from the wind. You weren’t afraid of his cold skin or the secrets in his past. You loved him—not despite what he was, but because of who he chose to be.

Tonight, under the watchful moon, you were being married. The Cullen family smiled from their seats, quietly supportive. Carlisle officiated with warmth, Rosalie glowed in an elegant silver gown, and Alice had transformed the forest into a dream pulled from a forgotten legend.

“I vow,” Edward said, voice soft and reverent, “to love you beyond the bounds of time, to protect your heart with every breath I don’t need to take, and to walk beside you in this life and whatever comes after.”

You smiled, eyes shimmering. “And I vow to never let you walk in the shadows alone. You’re my always, Edward Cullen.”

As you kissed, a gentle breeze rustled the trees like applause from the forest itself. It wasn’t just a wedding—it was a promise between eternity and the brave heart that dared to share it.

And so, your forever began.