This is a long one...

I stayed up most of the night, brainstorming ideas for the wedding, while Jacob slept. Aunt Alice came in the cottage when the sky was a light pink. I gasped, seeing her frame in the doorway, though there was nothing scary about a four foot eleven height. "Aunt Alice!" I said, one hand over my heart. I got off the bed, careful not to wake Jacob. "You nearly scared me to death! What do wewe need?" "I need YOU!" she said, grabbing my hand and dragging me out the door. "What for?" "To PLAN, silly!" she picked me up and ran at a dangerously fast speed across the forest and hopped over the creek. She ran in the front door and sat me on her kitanda and went over to her sketchpad. "Sheesh." I said, smoothing my pajamas. Pushy.
"Do wewe have any ideas?" Aunt Alice asked, sketchpad in hand. She looked at me expectantly. "Of course I do," I told her, taking the sketchbook. I began to tell her about the bridesmaids' dresses as I drew. "I was thinking they would be white, with a ribbon of pink around the bottom. They won't be very long, just above the knees. Sleeveless..." I paused then, trying to figure out how to describe it better. "I--I can't quite describe it." I told her. But Aunt Alice was staring at me, her eyes shining with eagerness. "I upendo it!" she said. "Go on." So I just drew the pattern I had invisioned; the same swirly flowery pattern as my dress but with pink beads and thread. "The neckline comes low, and there's zaidi lining on the neckline and around the shoulders..." I put down the pencil, because I was done sketching. Aunt Alice stared at the final drawing. "That's amazing!" she said. "I can definetly make that." She was a blur as she went around, snipping fabric, sewing thread. In a few minutes, a manican was wearing the dress. "You're amazing, Aunt Alice," I told her, touching the silky fabric. "It's perfect! Just a little tweak..." I snipped off a thread she had missed. "There!" For a few hours we took measurements of all my bridesmaids and made their dresses. Six manicans were lined up in a row across Aunt Alice's room, with my dress on the end.
"Now on to Jacob," Aunt Alice alisema briskly, taking the sketch pad. "Classic black tux? With a hint of pink silk trimming?" I nodded. She drew, and without glancing up said, "Go get Jacob for me. I'll need his measurements. And go get Rose to buy some zaidi black fabric. I have a feeling I'll be needing more." I slipped out of the room and went downstairs. Jacob was lounging on the kitanda with Dad and Uncle Emmett watching a game. He saw me and smiled. "There wewe are! I thought you'd been abducted!" I rolled my eyes, thinking of this morning. "Close enough," I said. I gave him a kiss before telling him the bad news. "Aunt Alice needs your measurements." He gulped. Uncle Emmett laughed. "Tough luck, bro! We'll come rescue wewe if you're not back in ten minutes." "Make it five," Jacob said, his voice shaking a little. Everyone knew how out-of-hand Aunt Alice could get. One dakika she'd be taking his measurements, the inayofuata she would be designing a complete wardrobe for him. Dad grinned, kusoma his thoughts and mental pictures. "C'mon, you," I said, half shoving him up the stairs. "Don't be a baby." Ridiculously, his arms were trembling from nervousness.
I held his trembling hand coming in to Aunt Alice's room. "Good, you're here!" she said, pulling him away from me. She had to stand on a stepladder balanced on her kitanda to get all of Jacob's height. Only a vampire could, I thought, marveling at her amazing balance. Jacob glared down at me the entire time, arms crosses tightly across his chest, fists balled up. In a few dakika she had all of the measurements and told Jacob he could go. I went with him, to tell Aunt Rose about buying the fabric before I forgot. "That wasn't so bad," I told him as we walked down the stairs. "Are wewe kidding?" he replied. "I would have rather slammed my hand in a car door. At least the pain from that would have faded quicker. That was the worst three dakika of my life!" But he smiled down at me and I grinned back. "Baby. Oh, Aunt Rose! We need zaidi black silk fabric." I said. Aunt Rose sneered at Jacob from where she was playing on the computer. She let out a big sigh. "Fine!" she snapped, making a big onyesha of unwillingly putting on shoes, grabbing money and her purse, and her keys. Dad, Uncle Emmett, Jacob, and I all grinned after her. She had made a huge, phoney onyesha of being unpleasant to Jacob ever since that siku in the airport. I gave Jacob a kiss and sighed as I went back upstairs.
"What's inayofuata on the agenda?" I asked Aunt Alice. "I was thinking the guest list. You'd better get Jacob again--" "We can work on that in the cottage tonight," I told her quickly, smiling. I think Jacob had had enough of Aunt Alice's crazy planning for one day. She smiled back. "Fair enough. We can't talk chakula until we have the guest list, so...decorations!" I recalled my image in my head from yesterday and told her about it. She thought it was a great idea. "We could completely flood the house with roses!" Aunt Alice said, gesturing wildly. "We could twist them around the banisters, altering pink and white. Then twist some zaidi around the seats the guests will sit in, fill crystal vases and put them on every table; one on each side of the cake table..." she wrote down the approxomate cost of all of this, and my eyes popped wide. "Um...we could tone it down a little," I suggested. "Nonsence!" she said. "It's no big deal." I still wasn't sure, but I Lost myself again in planning the decorations. We were going to fill crystal bowls, two on each step, with a mixture of pink and white roses. We would scatter rose petals on the steps and twist them around the banisters. The bridesmaids and I would each hold a bouquet of pink and white roses. Finally, the maua, ua arrangements were done. Aunt Alice carefully wrote down the cost in a checkbook. I tried not to glance at it.
"Oh! I almost forgot!" Aunt Alice stood up and flitted to her closet and came back with seven boxes in her hands. "The shoes! Open them, open them, open them!" I lifted the lid on the juu one. "Oh, cute!" I said, lifting out a white high-heel. "I upendo these!" They were stilletto high heels with an open toe. They went with the dresses very nicely.
That night I sat Jacob down with me and we worked on the guest list. "All of my bridesmaids, of course," I said. "And all the groomsmen. But I want Grandpa Charlie (he'd insisted on visiting me so much during my rapid growth spurt that we had to tell him the real secret; that we were vampires. He'd taken it pretty well, but he was still a little shocked kwa our cold arms, beauty, and blurry movements.) and Grandma Sue (she had married Grandpa Charlie a few years ago.)." "Rachel, Paul, and Rebecca could come down," Jacob said. "Claire, also. And Embry's parents, Old Quil, Jared and Kim, Brady, and Collin." We sat in silence for a few minutes, thinking. "I'm sure Alice will invite someone," I said. "Probably Tanya and her family." "So basically Wanyonya damu and mtu-bweha with two humans?" Jacob clucked his toungue. "Not very wise." I laughed. "We can buy a Taser au something to keep them all in line," I said. I went to go give the orodha to Aunt Alice. She looked it over. "Twenty nine people? Good. Anyone else wewe were thinking of?" "Actually, I was thinking of Tanya, Eleazar, Carmen, Kate, Garrett, Zafrina, Benjamin, Peter, and Charlotte," I admitted. I could still remember them from when they had witnessed for my parents in front of the Volturi. They were all very good friends, especially Zafrina. "Yay!" Aunt Alice squealed, uandishi down all of them on the guest list. "That's thirty eight! We'll need lots of food, regardless of all the vampires, for the mtu-bweha and Charlie and Sue. I'll do that. Right now, I need wewe to pick a date." Her eyes shone.
A huge grin mgawanyiko, baidisha across my face. A date? So soon? Did this mean that I could marry Jacob in just a few days?! "How long will it take wewe to work out the menu?" I whispered. She waved it away with her hand. "I can work on it tonight. It'll be finished kwa tomorrow morning. But I'll need to call all of the guests, and if Jacob's sisters want to come..." "Saturday, then. One week from today." I answered immediately.
"That's perfect!" Aunt Alice squealed, giving me a hug. "Now go rest," she commanded. "I'll take care of the guests."
Yeah, like I could sleep. I was getting married in only one week! I expected to be married in a mwezi au so. "Okay," I alisema anyway. I was a little unsteady as I walked from the room.
Jacob would be all mine kwa Saturday night. I would be Mrs. Renesmee Carlie Black. I loved the sound of that!
I crawled into Jacob's arms. "Saturday," I told him, kissing his arm as he wrapped it around me. "We will be married." I heard his moyo accelerate with excitement. "Thank-you," he alisema simply. I turned to kiss him and he kissed me back very eagerly. "So this is your last week being my fiancee, I guess," he said. After a pause he added. "I don't mind." "And this is your last week as my fiancee. I don't mind that either." We laid in silence for a few minutes, until my eyes got too heavy to keep open.
I closed my eyes and slipped into unconsciousness...my last siku week of being Renesmee Cullen.