The charming w***e

*Bella's POV* I look myself over in the mirror, close my eyes and sigh. I was wearing a beautiful wine red dress, with spaghetti straps and a plunging neckline. At least I looked better than how I felt. A wedding was really the last place I wanted to be right now, especially without a date. Getting your heart broken on the same day you have to attend a ceremony based solely on love and commitment was pure irony but I had no choice, this was my mums best friend, and I would be happy for her no matter what. I looked great, I just had to convince the people around me that I felt great. "HURRY UP BELLA, WE'RE ALL WAITING FOR YOU" "COMING. JEEZ." My mother just has to be early to everything. A trait I have never possessed. My sister and I weaved our way through the packed church to find two seats left in the front row right next to the isle. We had only been sitting a minute when the music started and the groom and his best men walked out. That's when I saw him, for the first time in years and boy had he grown up. Almost in slow motion he turned and looked directly at me and a smirk crept onto his face. I knew exactly what he was doing and it wasn't going to work. Smug bastard. I didn't want to talk to him or ever look a him again. I looked him dead in the eye with a blank expression and then turned to watch the bride walk down the aisle. The wedding was beautiful and I did my best to avoid eye contact all throughout the ceremony but it was as if my eyes were drawn to him and his gorgeous face. Ugh. Not happening. His tux fit him perfectly, hugging all the right places, showing his ripped body through the thin shirt. Boy I would love to dig my nails into that ripped back, not that I will ever tell him that. As soon as the ceremony was over I grabbed my sister and made a b-line towards the exit, I was not going to risk being cornered by him.