"I think that's more than enough, Alice. She couldn't get any more beautiful than that. The guests have all arrived." My mom softly complained - looking divine in her deep blue silk tafetta gown.

I was subjected to what my mother considered as pure torture. Aunt Alice and Aunt Rose spent the entire morning fixing me up. Aunt Alice did my face. She even gave me a manicure and a pedicure. Aunt Rose did my hair - constantly changing it,constantly checking with Aunt Alice, until she got her approval. My hair is now styled into a delicate french twist - tiny swarovski crystals in pink and silver adorned it. Grandma Esme lent me her antique dangling earrings with pink diamonds to finish the look.

"Careful,now. We don't want to ruin your hair." Aunt Alice said - now in an emerald green serpentina gown - as she helped me with my silvery white goddess gown. It was altered to meet my father's approval. My mother also stepped her foot down on my Aunt's suggestion to give the gown a deeper neckline.

"Now, all you have to do is stop biting your lip and smile. Don't be nervous, honey. You look absolutely perfect." She beamed at me.

"Oh, Nessie! My baby, all grown up now." My mom said emotionally, hugging me tight.

"They're waiting already." My father informed, standing by the doorway. He looked so handsome in his classis black tuxedo. His eyes took me in - his eyes almost sad. "You really look beautiful tonight, Angel." He said softly.

I rushed to him. "Oh, Daddy!" I cried out.

"Where did my little girl go?"

I touched his cheek and showed him every precious moment. Treasured memories...

Him playing the piano for me when I was a toddler.

Him singing me to sleep.

Him swinging me in his arms and lifting me in the air when I was about three years old.

The two of us watching movies while I was stuffing my mouth with buttered popcorn.

Even the time he was patiently tutoring me.

"I'll always be your little girl. I'll always be Daddy's girl." I whispered. My mom watched us and looked like she was about to cry - if she could.

"Hey, baby. You haven't made your entrance yet and the food's almost gone." Aunt Rose in a sultry figure hugging red gown, complained.

"Let's go, Nessie." Aunt Alice led me towards the stairs. My aunt is always up for grand entrances.

As I nervously descended the stairs, the song started.

Isn't she lovely? Isn't she wonderful? Isn't she precious?

Somebody hooted - Uncle Emmett, of course. I found him with Uncle Jasper, playing DJ. Both of them looking so suave in their tux. I grinned at them and gave them two thumbs up.

The huge living room was transformed into a grand ballroom. Pink and white flowers everywhere, pink and silver balloons scattered on the floor, pink, silver and white gauzy drapes hung from the ceiling. A "Happy 18th Birthday, Nessie!" banner hung on a wall by the buffet table. The entire room looked soooooo pink, I almost laughed hysterically. All of our family and friends were present - vampires, werewolves and some humans.

I scanned the room, looking for him - the only one who could make this perfect night even more perfect. At last, my eyes found him, coming slowly towards me, looking so dashing in a...I can't believe it! My eyes almost popped out from their sockets! Oh my God! He's wearing a tux. He grinned wickedly at me. "Glad to finally wear a monkey suit."

* * *

The program went smoothly, flawlessly. Thanks to Aunt Rose and Aunt Alice's perfect planning.

Grandma Esme, radiant in a soft cream gown, was choking with satisfaction as dish after dish was consumed in a flash by the eager wolves. The humans constantly patted their full stomachs. Grandma enslaved herself in the kitchen all morning. She refused Aunt Alice's suggestion to hire a caterer.

During the 18 roses portion - the males delegated have to waltz with me one at a time at the center of the dance floor. Each one bowed at me after giving me a single long stemmed pink rose. I laughed so hard, there were tears in my eyes.

Dad was my first dance. My mom beamed, with so much love and pride in her face as she watched us twirl gracefully on the dancefloor.

The last dance was with Jacob. My father cleared his throat audibly every now and then. His eyes narrowing at the way Jacob held me close, the way he gently rubbed my back up and down, the way he gazed deeply into my eyes, the way he kissed my forehead every now and then.

My uncles, even Gramp, would have cut the music short, in order to disrupt our dance, if not for Aunt Alice's threatening glare and Grandpa Carlisle disapproving look. My Mom and Aunt Rosalie simply pursed their lips. Diapproval on their eyes. My father looked imploringly at my uncles. They ignored him as best as they could and decided not to push their luck with Aunt Alice.

I was grateful to Aunt Alice and Grandpa. They know this dance is important to me - special to me. I don't care that Gramp may have a panic attack - Sue can calm him done. I don't care that Daddy is almost throwing a fit, throwing murderous glares at Jacob. I don't care that every vampire and werewolf could hear my erratic heartbeats. I simply don't care.

I rested my cheek on his chest, breathing in his pleasant woodsy smell.

"Happy birthday, Princess."
I purred - content to be in his arms.
"Are you happy?"
I looked up at him - his eyes soft and loving.
"Very." That brought a smile to his handsome face.
I continued staring into his eyes and I melted away - my heart singing